What bad intentions could Batman have?

"The test report is out."

"Yeah, go ahead."

Superman, Clark Kent, also known as Kal-El, the most powerful man on earth (once) is on the phone at this moment.

This is his apartment, shared with Lois Lane - their little love nest.

"Super strength gradually fades, your physical strength has gone from more than 30,000 tons to 3 kilograms in one day, but you can still beat up the kids eating lollipops in kindergarten, which is amazing."

Clark can hear Batman's tone, that voice is as cold, steady, and ruthless as usual, as if he is reading a string of data without any emotion.

But Clark could hear the emotions behind it, and he laughed: "But after three days I recovered to 30 kilograms, becoming the maximum weight for a normal human being."

"Then for a week, your strength did not increase at all."

He heard Batman complain: "Damn it."

"Your super vision disappeared directly, heat vision, freezing breath, and flight ability... Man of Steel... Gone, everything is gone."

"It's over!"

Clark tried to hold back his laughter, he could hear that Batman was sad, but he laughed happily. (Former) Man of Steel laughed like an idiot:

"Hahaha, you sound like a grudge, Bruce."

"It's not funny at all."

He heard Batman regain his calm voice.

"The situation is very bad." Clark did not respond to Batman's words, but talked about another thing: "You know, Bruce, in the past, sometimes when Martha saw that the old hens on the Kent farm had not laid any eggs for a day, she would say to me dejectedly, 'It's gone, everything is gone, it's over!'" "Clark, are you done with the call~" Clark turned his head and saw his girlfriend Lois Lane waving at him with a game controller. "Oh, I'll be there soon." He covered the phone mouth, perfunctorily said to his girlfriend, and then continued: "Of course, Bruce, I swear when you said "it's gone" just now, your voice didn't sound like her at all." "Let's not discuss this now." He heard Batman say: "And I remember I told you that when you are working, you should call your position." "Our conversation is very likely to be monitored by anyone, it could be Luthor, or Amanda Waller. You shouldn't call me by my name." "Okay, Bruce, I know, Bruce." "..." Clark was very happy that Batman didn't end up on this issue He continued to dig deeper, and he continued to hear the other party's voice coming from the other side of the microphone. While listening to the other party's long speech, he found a cookie on the cabinet next to him and stuffed it into his mouth: "The environment on Krypton is very harsh... There is no doubt about it. Therefore, in the long evolution, Kryptonians have evolved the ability to absorb the energy of sunlight and transform it into biological positions to fight against the harsh environment." "And the sun on Krypton is red, so all Kryptonians on Krypton do not have superpowers like you on Earth." "But when you come to Earth, the gene for this superpower is activated." Clark ate the cookie attentively. "Yeah."

"And the biological weaponization of Doomsday has caused extremely serious consequences to your body. I mean, we did successfully strip off the Doomsday spores, just like making water and starch sugar into a jelly that has already solidified into a block, and then trying to extract all the sugar from it."

"This simple and rough stripping dragged down the cells in your body and completely destroyed your biological stand. If you were on Krypton, you might die on the spot because there is no biological stand to protect you. The situation is similar to that of an AIDS patient who has lost his immune system, but this is Earth, so you are unharmed and can even chat with me here."

Then Clark heard Batman pause for a while.

"Why don't you talk?"

Clark put the landline on the hands-free mode, then walked to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk, showing the fireworks of life.

"I'm waiting for you to ask me if this change is temporary or permanent."

"Okay, Bruce... Batman, is this change permanent or temporary?"

"It's very likely permanent." Then he heard Batman impatiently say: "Damn it."

"By Batman's standards, I think you're really sorry." Superman said: "But I think it's pretty good, you know, I can retire."

"Wait, I haven't finished, but you occasionally recover super hearing or super vision intermittently, and you can even use biological positions to change other people's cognition smoothly, so that others can't recognize your face... A little trick to hide your identity, huh? This shows that your biological position has not completely disappeared, I think there is still a chance..."

But Batman didn't say anything.

"Well, you're going to retire." He said:

"I'm going to die of anger."

"So you're busy now?"

"More than busy."

Clark heard Batman say: " @÷* @】Another man-eating monster has appeared... Aquaman? Where is Aquaman? I only found an empty lighthouse, not even a hair of Aquaman. He's probably now the king of Atlantis..."

"... all kinds of messed up things, without you, Gotham's crime is starting to rise again..."

Clark was already distracted, and he said at a very fast speed: "Then do your best!"

Then very quickly, he hung up the phone with a snap.

"You finally finished the call!"

Louis saw him put down the phone, so he jumped up and threw himself into his arms, and then the two of them sat on the ground together.

"Oh, I forgot that you don't have super powers."

Then the two of them kissed on the ground and spent the next 92 minutes together.

They put on their clothes again.

"I thought it would be shorter after you don't have super powers." Louis said.

"Obviously not." Clark answered her.

After a few dozen minutes, they appeared on the street together.

"Ah, without Superman, there are fewer news."

Louis Lan looked at Superman's slightly scratched arm: "I can't believe that we just left home for a few minutes and you saved another person. If you still have super powers, I can happily start writing the news "Superman saves the boy who fell from the tree."

The capable female reporter complained: "And now your Superman uniform is lying in the bag behind you. I really didn't expect you to still carry this clothes with you."

"It's just a habit, and I'm no longer Superman now." Clark said: "I'm Clark Kent."

"And "Clark Kent is a hero" "To save the boy who fell from the tree is also a good title." Clark smiled, "But now the news is mine." "Oh, come on, Clark, I always tend to see us as a team, not opponents." Lois Lane said, "When you first stepped into Perry's office, I knew you had something special that could make you a great reporter." "It's no use saying nice things, hehe." Clark blinked, and the two of them enjoyed such a warm and peaceful time. There was no alien invasion, no super villains, no Superman, and no Batman, only Clark Kent and Lois Lane. They walked together silently for a while. The years are just right, and the time is intoxicating. This is good, Clark. Louis thought silently. You once wanted to fit in with us, but you are not us... As she walked, she quietly looked at Clark's eyebrows. And now, you have become weak, and you can no longer fight a battle that others cannot fight. This is good, please, just go on like this. She tried hard not to look at the scratches Superman had just received from trying to save the little boy who had fallen.

They turned the corner and walked to the intersection of Broadway and 45th Avenue. Lois was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the crowd gathered in front of him. He felt that Clark seemed to be thinking about something, and both the man and the woman were thinking about their own things.

"Hey, Clark." Lois hesitated for a moment: "Valentine's Day is coming soon, you..."

Bang!

Suddenly a gunshot interrupted Lois's words.

Clark immediately protected Lois Lane behind him. They realized that there were many people in front of them, who seemed to be gathered there to watch the excitement, and there were police everywhere.

He heard someone in front shouting: "Don't think the police..."

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The continuous gunshots caused chaos on the street. People fled in all directions.

"Beep beep beep--"

Louis Lane's phone rang at the right time: "This is Perry White, Louis, big news, my informant at the police station told me that there is an armed robber at the intersection of Broadway and 45th Avenue, he tried to rob a store, the police will arrive in three minutes, he took a hostage!"

"Well done, Perry." Louis said unhappily: "But we are at the scene."

"..." Perry was silent for a moment, then immediately said: "Be careful, I want a story, but I also want my reporter alive!"

"Of course, we are not stupid enough--"

Then Louis heard the busy tone on Clark's phone:

Beep-beep-beep-beep--

"Batman is very likely to deal with the thing he told me before."

Clark put down the phone that he had repeatedly dialed but couldn't get through, and whispered: "The monster that appeared on the beach and ate people alive. Batman went to deal with the matter personally, so he can't leave now."

Louis felt his heart shrink.

"We should ask Wonder Woman or some other of Batman's men to solve this problem. Uh, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, or that guy called Clayface, he can jump and waltz."

Louis felt his tongue begin to tie up. Not only did he not know what to say, but he also began to lose his normal language organization ability: "There is always a way."

"Yeah, there is always a way." Clark, no, Superman said.

"You...you don't have to..."

"I'm sorry, Louis. I can solve this problem. Wonder Woman wants to get here from Boston for too long."

Clark carefully observed the scene: "And the hostages obviously can't hold on until then, and the kidnappers are very excited. I think I'm the only superhero on the scene right now."

Louis opened his mouth and said dejectedly:

"Are you...are you going to the bathroom again?"

(Superman often uses the bathroom as an excuse to wear a Superman uniform to do good deeds)

"I can still mobilize my basic biological stance to cover my face, and my secret identity will not be exposed."

Clark told her again: "I can solve this problem, I have thought of a way."

He looked at Louis, and the female reporter retreated in his eyes.

So a few minutes later.

"Please put down your gun."

Everyone made way for Superman, like the obedient waves when Moses parted the sea.

The police with live ammunition stood beside Superman.

"Oh my god. Superman hasn't appeared for more than a week."

"Is that Superman? This is the first time I've seen him!"

"When did he appear in the crowd?"

"Hey, guys, can you see his face? I find I can't seem to remember his face..."

"Superman." The police said, "The kidnapper has no other accomplices. This is a crime of passion... Oh, by the way, I remember you have X-ray vision."

He said nervously:

"You are Superman."

"Yes, I am Superman." Clark said.

He stood in front of the kidnapper and let the other party point a gun at his chest.

"Stand back."

He heard the kidnapper say.

"I can't do it." Clark answered him.

"I told you to stand back!"

The kidnapper was a fat man with a hood, strangling a man with glasses from behind.

Clark continued, "You know what happens to me when people shoot, right?"

He saw the kidnapper's feet shaking.

"They will waste bullets."

He raised his hands high, with the S-level logo on his chest, and slowly approached the kidnapper.

"I said back off! I'll really shoot!"

The kidnapper's voice was trembling: "Back off, I won't let you go forward!"

"You don't want to do that."

Clark's voice was low and warm, with a pleasant bubbling sound, which gave people an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

"You haven't hurt anyone yet. You can still surrender, you can save your time, because you will be forced to do so soon... but you can surrender now."

The kidnapper's eyes showed fear.

"No! They will lock me up for several years!"

"Because of what you did, yes." Clark said.

He walked forward slowly, and his chest, which had lost its steel body, was against the other party's cold muzzle.

Clark could even feel his chest muscles slightly sinking under the muzzle of the gun. The muzzle was facing his chest. As long as he pulled the trigger and the bullet came out of the gun, he would...

"But if you don't pull the trigger and give up resistance, your sentence will be shorter, and you still have a future life. Make a choice, please."

He said to the crazy eyes.

Sorry, I forgot to create a new volume.