Chapter 2431: The Peculiar Bat-Family (20)

The apartment Batwoman rented is located to the northeast of the Metropolis Museum of Art, less than a few hundred meters away. This area is a cultural and artistic district, where many cultural and artistic companies gather, including some newspaper offices and publishing houses.

The apartment conditions are very good, and the rent is not cheap. However, the building Batwoman lives in is newly built, and the facilities are very new, so the moment Batwoman couldn't push the door open, she knew it definitely wasn't that the door was broken—the factory protective film on the door hadn't even been torn off.

Pushing hard again, with a "thud," another cry of pain came from outside the door. Batwoman looked through the crack of the opened door and saw Clark covering his forehead.

"What are you doing????"

"I wanted to see if there was anyone inside through the peephole."

Batwoman squeezed out from the crack of the door, looked at the peephole that had shattered into slag and the pit that had been bumped into the door by Clark's forehead, and gripped the hand holding the doorknob tightly.

"Anything?"

Batwoman swore that she added at least a ton of intimidation to this sentence, similar to a combination of "You'd better have something" and "You'd better have nothing and get lost immediately."

"Uh, it's like this, our newspaper office has a new branch here, and I was transferred here..."

"By?"

"Well, I applied for it, but also because the house here is much better than the old, broken, and small ones in the city center, and the rent is cheap, so I..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I thought you lived here too..."

"Just thought of it?"

Clark looked at her and didn't speak.

Suddenly, two dog barks came from downstairs, and both of them turned their heads to look at the stairwell at the same time—at the same time, the scolding of the apartment manager came.

"Pets are not allowed in this apartment!"

"Krypto! Krypto!"

A large dog with a vigorous figure rushed out from the stairwell, flew and jumped into Clark's arms. Clark hugged the dog and squeezed into the crack of the door without saying a word.

Batwoman, who had just walked out of the room door, was of course squeezed back. She certainly tried to resist, but she obviously couldn't squeeze past Superman, so she was squeezed out like jam that had overflowed from bread.

Batwoman looked at Clark holding the dog. Although neither of them barked or spoke, Batwoman's head had already started buzzing.

At this time, Batwoman's phone rang. She saw Diana's name on the screen and remembered that she was going out to pick up Diana who was coming to visit.

So she hurriedly put on her coat and prepared to go downstairs. Clark asked several times where Batwoman was going, but Batwoman really didn't want to pay attention to him, just walking out on her own, while Clark had to follow behind her.

Diana was in the shade of the street corner, waving at Batwoman, and Batwoman walked over quickly, revealing Clark behind her.

Diana immediately widened her eyes—note, Superman is not a real-name superhero. Although the setting that others can't recognize him just by taking off his glasses sounds a bit ridiculous, the setting is actually that Superman uses his super ability to make his appearance presented to others blurred, so that he can hide his identity.

This can fool ordinary people but can't fool Diana. She naturally knows that Superman is Clark, but she doesn't know very clearly whether Batwoman knows, or whether Clark wants Batwoman to know.

As a demigod who has lived for so many years, can Diana not see what this young man Clark is trying to do? However, Diana's attitude is not optimistic. Chasing Batman? It's a bit too advanced for Superman.

Diana and Batwoman exchanged a few pleasantries, reached out and patted the head of Krypto in Clark's arms, and the three of them took the elevator to the apartment rented by Batwoman together.

Batwoman's workplace is also in the Metropolis Museum, so Diana introduced many work points to her. Clark stared at Batwoman throughout, and it wasn't until Diana stopped that his gaze had time to shift over.

Diana rolled her eyes very imperceptibly to satirize Clark's valuing sex over friends, but she still said when saying goodbye: "It's a good habit to have a good relationship with the surrounding newspaper offices. Some exhibitions need media publicity. If the person you are dealing with is one of your own, it can save a lot of trouble."

Clark immediately nodded his head into an afterimage. Batwoman glanced at him and said nothing.

The corners of Clark's mouth immediately drooped, and even Krypto's ears drooped.

After Diana left, Batwoman turned to look at Clark. Clark hesitated for a moment, but finally planned to step away.

"There is a surveillance camera downstairs. If you go from there holding the dog, I will be kicked out of this apartment soon." Batwoman said.

Clark's footsteps paused, and then he hugged the dog and walked toward the balcony. Batwoman stood by the door watching his movements. Clark smiled at her and flew up with Krypto.

Clark, who flew into the sky, saw Batwoman walk out of the balcony, but she wasn't staring at him, but looking at the skyline of Metropolis. At this time, the whole city was in twilight.

Clark, who left, didn't return to his residence immediately. Although he still had a pile of things he had just moved to organize, the full thoughts now made him just want to find someone to confide in. And what better object to confide in than Batman?

Clark flew to Cat Getan and started looking for Batman's figure over Cat Getan. Finally, he found Batman in the laboratory of the Batcave.

But Batman wasn't doing experiments, just holding a stack of papers and looking at them. Seeing that he was free, Clark sat on the chair next to him without ceremony.

"You can express yourself not so much like a stray dog." Batman took the initiative to speak.

"Oh!" Clark let out a sigh, buried his whole person in the chair, and rubbed his face hard with his hands. "I'm just a little frustrated. Do you know what it feels like to always be ignored?"

"I don't think you or I will have such experiences often." Batman turned to look at Clark and said.

"But I think we often have such experiences between us." Clark whispered.

Batman was silent for a long time without speaking. Clark had to say: "Can't you ask what makes me so annoyed?"

Batman turned his eyeballs over, turned them back, and said: "Who?"

"You."

Batman stared at him.

"Another you." Clark touched his forehead and said: "I just want to make a friend with her, but she is very cold, and seems to always not see me."

"Tell me in detail."

Clark told everything about his encounter with Batwoman in detail. At first, it was okay. Although Batman was silent, he was obviously listening carefully. As a result, the more he went to the back, the more he shook his head and sighed.

"Don't just sigh!" Clark said: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

"She said you would be discovered by surveillance if you went down holding the dog, and then you flew away holding the dog?"

Clark nodded.

"Why didn't you leave the dog?"

"Ah?"

"You can directly stuff the dog into her arms, let her help take care of it, go back to get the pet bag and come over, just in time to drag it to dinner time. On the way back, I happened to see a good restaurant. To express gratitude for helping to take care of the pet, you invite her to dinner."

"...?" Clark frowned and thought, then said: "But... but taking care of pets is still quite troublesome. What if she is allergic to dog hair, what if the dog runs out..."

"That's an ordinary dog. Is Krypto an ordinary dog?"

"Uh..."

Clark took a deep breath, moved his chair hard toward Batman, leaned against Batman, stared at Batman from above his eyes and said: "So what should I do next?"

"Recently, a very professional psychologist is a guest at my manor..."

"It's not to the point of seeing a psychologist, right?!"

"I mean..." Batman said helplessly: "Brucie just did a psychological assessment there..."

"You want me to inquire about the psychological assessment results? But this is too immoral. This is peeking at personal privacy..."

Batman was silent, but finally said: "Do you not believe in the moral level of this doctor, or do you not believe in my moral level?"

"Uh..." Clark thought about it, and Batman shouldn't come up with such a wicked idea. I'm afraid there is another hidden reason.

However, it was already very late today, so Clark stayed at Wayne Manor for one night and ran to Schiller's room door to knock on the door early the next morning.

When Schiller opened the door, he was in a suit and leather shoes, which also startled Clark. He said: "It's you, Professor... Didn't you sleep last night? What's wrong?"

"This has to start with the hymns in the mailbox... Come in."

Clark observed Schiller's complexion, and after confirming that there was nothing major, he walked into the room and explained his intention.

Schiller sighed and could only say that Batman was very good at keeping everyone around him busy. Perhaps this was also inherited from Martha and Thomas.

Schiller and Clark hadn't sat down for long when the room door was knocked again. Schiller walked over to open the door and found that the person appearing outside the door was Ares Batman.

"Good morning, Professor, it's like this, I... oh, do you have a visitor? Then I'll... wait a while..."

"Perhaps we can agree on an accurate time. I think ten o'clock is not bad. What do you think?"

After sending Ares Batman away, Schiller walked to the table to prepare to make tea. Just as he picked up the cup, the door was knocked again.

"Hello, Professor, I have some questions I want to consult you. May I ask if you have... do you have a visitor? Sorry, I didn't make an appointment. I'll come back later."

Charles at the door glared fiercely at Erik behind him and turned to leave.

"Wait, Charles, I think you can come here at one o'clock in the afternoon. I'm free then." Schiller called him.

"Really? Professor?" Erik asked dryly.

"If it weren't for the fact that both of your faces are written with 'if we can't solve the problem today, we plan to end the universe with a big battle,' I would have arranged you for tomorrow. See you in the afternoon."

After sending Charles and Erik away again, Schiller had just taken out the tea leaves when he heard movement outside the window.

Swish, the leaves outside the balcony were pushed aside, and a big head poked out. "Hi, Professor, sorry, are you free now? I and Cole Norton, we want to..."

"Sorry, I have a visitor now. Perhaps you are free at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Thank you so much, then we will..."

"Professor! Professor! I am Alfred, sorry we have to disturb you..."

Schiller stuffed the tea leaves back into the drawer completely. He knew that how could Batman really invite him to vacation? ===== CHAPTER 2432 =====