Metropolis, well-known reporter for the Planet Daily Clarke. Kent began to spend his day on the street, looking for materials on the street, but also walked into a café, looked left and right, and sat down in a place where someone was already sitting, and the guy who was drinking coffee there didn't say much, it was clear that the two knew each other. After ordering a cup of coffee from the waiter, the tall figure took off the hat on his head and showed his appearance.

"You guy, it's the first time I've seen you appear in the Metropolis without a uniform, what's the matter with suddenly contacting me? Bruce. "It's Bruce who sits in front of me and drinks coffee. Wayne, usually they meet in their own combat suits, incarnated as Superman and Batman, either in space or on an alien planet, with their teammates against those who are trying to invade the earth, and it is the first time they have met for coffee and chat in a casual café like this.

"Can't I look for you if there's nothing to do?" Bruce, who was looking down to taste his coffee, asked a rhetorical question, which choked Clark, although he knew it was a polite remark, but he really couldn't say anything.

"I wish you had just come over and talk to me about everyday life, but I know you, Bruce, and you're not such a boring person." Taking the coffee handed by the waiter, he lowered his head and took a sip, Clark sighed helplessly, could he still not understand the thoughts of the best friend in front of him? It's all old husbands and wives, phew, it's an old comrade-in-arms.

"Heh, it's really just a talk to you, it's been a month, how is the progress between you and your son?"

"I knew you weren't so kind!"

Speechless, Clark also sighed a little, a month has passed since the incident in Makovia, except for the last three palaces that appeared in the national satellites of various countries shocked them, the other parts have been dealt with the help of the two princes of Makovia and the Justice League, about what Kewen did in Makovia, and under the arrangement of the official and Batman, the traces of their activities have been eliminated, but the traces have been eliminated, which does not mean that the deeds have been eliminated.

In the National Plaza in Makovia, several statues stand there, no one knows their names, but all remember what they did in the country. And a month is enough time for the outsider team to digest the experience gained in this mission and continue to receive training from their own bosses, and as the only two protagonists who like to be fathers in the Makovia incident, Clark's head is about to explode.

I didn't cheat, I didn't fool around, I somehow had an extra teenage son, and more importantly, according to the biological point of view, I turned out to be a mother, and the other guy who provided the genes turned out to be my opponent, the bald head Luthor who always used the public relations team to discredit him, and when he thought of this, he was angry. But helplessly, Clark must accept this fact, even if it is a clone, but Connor does have his genes in him, and he is also a Kryptonian, which is one more person for the Kryptonian bloodline that is currently only him and Kara.

"Why, you didn't talk to him properly?" Looking at Clark's sad face, Bruce also said directly as if he knew something.

"I don't know how to talk to him, I'm not ready to be a father, especially with an eighteen-year-old son who somehow has my genes." Clark said distressedly.

"Strictly speaking, he's only three years old, and his current age was created by Lex through genetic technology." Bruce corrected.

"It's all the same, I've only met with him a few times a month, and I really can't figure out how to communicate with him."

"He's a lot like you." Bruce said coldly, so that Clark almost choked on the coffee in his mouth, "It's not just ability, but also personality and appearance, but he doesn't live in a good environment, if you can't do a good job as a parent, it's equivalent to pushing him to Lex's side, how do you think Lex will train him." ”

Clark didn't speak, just lowered his head and drank coffee, he admitted that Bruce's words made sense, but it didn't mean that he could accept the setting that he was a father, his child was still in Louise's belly, it was only five months now, and there was still some time before he was born, and he could only use his super hearing to hear the heartbeat of his unborn child, just this has made him a guy with great power, and now he has to take an eighteen-year-old child, who can withstand it.

"Don't try to run away, it's your responsibility as a mother."

'Smack! As soon as he heard Bruce say the word mother, Clarke's hand holding the cup was shattered by him, and he looked at Bruce with an unhappy face, "You shouldn't talk about this, I'll take care of my affairs, but don't forget, you still have a daughter at home, and you have more things to deal with than me!" Waiter, pay, I pay for the loss. ”

With an unhappy remark, Clark left his seat, paid the bill for the cup and Bruce, and left the café. And Bruce only raised his eyebrows, looked at Clarke, who was leaving in a panic, still sipping his coffee and whispered: "I also know that I have to deal with more things than you, otherwise why do you think I came to the Met." As he spoke, he also took out his mobile phone and made a piece of information into an email address and sent it to another number.

Metropolitan apartment, Louise, who is five months pregnant, has begun to take maternity leave, sitting at home reading parenting books, the mobile phone on the side of the table vibrates, Louise, who has been reading a book and is a little bored, also picked up the mobile phone, opened the email sent by this strange number, and opened the link a little, she was stunned! A nameless rage ensued.

Clark, who was looking for materials on the street, also felt an inexplicable chill rush up his spine at this time, making him look around a little inexplicably, but he didn't find anything unusual. And Bruce, who was drinking coffee in the café, also showed a treacherous smile, and then left the café, drove his luxury car, and left the Met.

Clark, who was provoked by Bruce's words and left the café, did not go back to his cozy cabin at this time, but leaned against the railing on the moat of the metropolis, emptying his mind. Behind him is Superman Park, where a statue of Superman leans down and stretches out his hand stands, which the Met spontaneously built for everything he has done in the Met, which, by the way, was previously funded by the Lex Enterprises, and later officially renamed by the Metropolitan Government.

Clark sat in his chair, looking at the scenery beyond the railing and worried, not so much because he was provoked by Bruce's words, but because he really didn't know how to solve the problem between Connor and him. He's not Bruce's guy, except for those Kryptonians' own physique bonus plug-ins, as well as his kind character, in fact, he is more like an ordinary person, and his will is not as tough as Bruce, this is his weakness, the weakness of human nature, and it is precisely because of this that the people of the metropolis like him, after all, a perfect person does not have much in common with them, and the reason why he is called the god of the world is more because his ability is strong enough to stop the tragedy before it happens.

Removing these, he also has to worry about what materials to find for tomorrow's newspaper, and he is also responsible for his fiancée's three meals a day, and he will be excited when he hears the heartbeat of his unborn child every day, nervous, frightened, excited, all of them. A sedan pulled silently behind him, and a figure in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of it and sat next to Clark.

"Oh, please, Lex, I'm not in the mood to report with you today, can't I be quiet for a while?" He didn't even need to look to know who it was, how many times he had clashed with Lex openly and secretly, how could he not remember Lex's heart rate and breathing rhythm.

"I'm not here to report to you today, but to discuss with you something that only you and I should discuss." Lex said mysteriously.

"What do you want to say?"

"About our kids, Connor. Kent~"

Clarke:???

"Why, I've been fighting with you for ten years, and you think I'll not know who your other identity is? You look down on my IQ too much. Lex looked at Clark with a caring expression on his handicapped face, and he really didn't understand what was surprising about Clark. Don't worry, your secrets, the secrets of your super friends are still known only to me, and I'm secretly helping you eliminate a lot of bad factors, so I think we'll have to talk about it. ”

"What the hell do you want to do, join in and help us at the same time." Superman didn't say the name of the Illuminati directly, even though at this point his IQ was on the line, and he knew how to scout around with his super vision and super hearing.

"I'm just doing something I'm going to do, but I'm not here to talk about it today. Connor was made possible by me, and it was my idea to let him out, but it's your responsibility to teach him well. ”

"I don't understand why you're doing this, you have to make him."

"It's just a matter of verifying my suspicions, and he'll decide whether I'll help you or fight you in the future, don't forget that some of them you already know who you are, and some of them, you don't know until now, even the brains of the Justice League will take a while. So, take him well, don't let my conjecture fall through, it's your responsibility, child~" patted on the shoulder, and Lex left so calmly, but Clark was even more messy, and he couldn't get rid of his identity as a mother, right?

By the afternoon, Clarke, who had bought the ingredients, returned to his sweet cabin, "Honey, I'm back." Clarke, carrying a large bag of ingredients, closed the door and shouted to his fiancée.

"Yo, I know I'm coming back, and I'm not going to say anything about your work this day." Sitting on the couch, Louise with a big belly looked at Clark with a smile, her earrings faintly glinting.

"Oh, I talked to the two big guys, there's nothing left, don't mention it, let me cook first." Thinking of his terrible experience this day, Clark said vaguely.

"No, Clark, I'd like to hear that," Louise stood up and walked toward her lover, who felt the weight of what should have been a light ingredient in her hand. Louise put her hand on Clark's shoulder and said with a smile, "In particular, you have an eighteen-year-old son outside. ”

As these words were spoken, Louise's hand on Clark's shoulder was forced, and Clark knelt down without even having a chance to react, this instantaneous change made Clark feel like a lightning strike, and the ingredients in his hands were scattered on the floor, looking at Louise who knelt with one hand, with a panicked face.

"No, you have to listen to me!"

"No need to explain, I've got it all here." Raising his phone, the email link that clicked on it had everything about the relationship between Connor and Clark. And the sender is exactly the ID that Clark is familiar with, but that's not the point, the point is that he was pressed to his knees by his wife! "You, what's the matter?"

"Oh, do you say that? Remember when we told the Justice League that we were going to get married? See the earrings on my ears, Batman gave me kryptonite earrings, he said that in order to prevent disharmony in my married life in the future, it seems that all the gifts he gave in the Justice League are the most useful~"

Clark knelt on the ground, listening to his wife's words, and there was only one voice in his head: Fuck Batman!

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