Chapter 2409: The Weird Bat Family (Twenty)

Chapter 2440 The Weird Bat House (Twenty)

The apartment Batwoman rented is located northeast of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, only a few hundred meters away. There is a cultural and artistic district nearby, where many cultural and artistic companies gather, including some newspapers and publishing houses.

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

Pushing hard again, there was a "bang" sound, and another scream of pain came from outside the door. Batwoman saw Clark covering his forehead through the crack in the door.

"What are you doing????"

"I want to see if there is anyone inside through the peephole."

Batwoman squeezed out from the crack in the door, took a look at the peephole that had been broken into pieces and the door with a hole in it caused by Clark's forehead, and tightened her hand holding the door handle.

"What's wrong?"

Batwoman swore that she had added at least a ton of intimidation to this sentence, which was a combination of "You'd better be in trouble" and "You'd better be fine and get out of here."

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

"Being?"

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

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I thought of you living here too..."

"Just thought of it?"

Clark looked at her and said nothing.

Suddenly, two dogs barked downstairs, and the two turned their heads to look at the stairs at the same time-at the same time, the apartment manager's shouting came.

"This apartment doesn't allow pets!"

"Little Krypton! Little Krypton!"

A big, agile dog rushed out from the stairs and jumped into Clark's arms. Clark squeezed in through the crack of the door without saying anything while holding the dog.

Batwoman, who had just walked out of the door. Of course, she was squeezed back. Of course she tried to resist, but it was obviously impossible for her to squeeze Superman, so she was squeezed out like extra jam on the bread.

Batwoman looked at Clark holding the dog. Although the two of them did not shout or speak, Batwoman's head was already 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 came to visit.

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

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

Diana's eyes widened immediately-note that Superman is not a real-name superhero. Although it sounds a bit ridiculous that others can't recognize him if he takes off his glasses, the setting is actually that Superman uses his superpowers to blur his appearance in front of others, so that he can hide his identity.

This can fool ordinary people, but not Diana. She certainly knows that Superman is Clark, but she is not sure whether Batwoman knows it, or whether Clark wants Batwoman to know it.

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

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

Batwoman's workplace is also in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, so Diana introduced many key points of her work to her. Clark stared at Batwoman the whole time until Diana stopped, and he had time to shift his sight.

Diana rolled her eyes very slightly to mock Clark's forgetfulness for the sake of beauty, but when she said goodbye, she still said: "It is a good habit to build good relations with the surrounding newspapers. Some exhibitions need media publicity. If you connect with your own people, you can save a lot of trouble."

Clark immediately nodded his head, and Batwoman glanced at him and said nothing.

Clark's mouth corners immediately turned down, and even Krypton's ears drooped down.

After Diana left, Batwoman turned her head to look at Clark. Clark hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to leave.

"There are surveillance cameras downstairs. You go there with the dog. I will be kicked out of this apartment soon." Batwoman said.

Clark paused, then he walked to the balcony with the dog. Batwoman stood by the door and watched his movements. Clark smiled at her and flew up with Krypton.

Clark flew up to the sky and saw Batwoman walking out of the balcony, but she didn't stare at him, but looked at the skyline of Metropolis. At this time, the whole city was dusk.

Clark did not return to his residence immediately after leaving. Although he still had a lot of things to sort out, his mind was full of thoughts and he just wanted to find someone to talk to. What better person to talk to than Batman?

Clark flew to Gotham and began to look for Batman in the sky above Gotham. Finally, he found Batman in the laboratory of the Bat Cave.

But Batman was not doing experiments. He just took a pile of papers to read. Clark saw that he was free and sat down on the chair next to him without hesitation.

"You can act less like a lost dog." Batman took the initiative to speak.

"Oh!" Clark sighed, buried his whole body 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 be ignored all the time?"

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

"But I think we often have such experiences between the two of us." Clark muttered softly.

Batman was silent for a long time, so Clark had to say, "Can't you just ask what's bothering me so much?"

Batman turned his eyes away, then back, and said, "Who?"

"You."

Batman stared at him.

"Another you." Clark touched his forehead and said, "I just want to make friends with her, but she's very cold and always seems to ignore me."

"Tell me in detail."

Clark told him everything he had experienced since he met Batwoman. At first, it was fine. Although Batman was silent, he was obviously listening carefully. As a result, he shook his head and sighed more and more.

"Don't just sigh!" Clark said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"She said that if you carry the dog down, you will be discovered by the surveillance, and then you flew away with the dog?"

Clark nodded.

"Why don't you leave the dog behind?"

"Ah?"

"You can just stuff the dog into her arms and ask her to help take care of it. Then go back to get the pet bag and come back. It'll be just right until dinner time. On the way back, you'll see a nice restaurant. Invite her to dinner to show your gratitude for helping take care of the pet."

"......?" Clark frowned and thought, then said, "But...but taking care of a pet is still quite troublesome. What if she's allergic to dog hair? What if the dog runs away..."

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

"Uh..."

Clark took a deep breath, moved his chair towards Batman, and stuck to Batman from above his eyes. Staring at Batman, he said, "So what should I do next?"

"Recently, a very professional psychologist has been visiting my manor..."

"You don't need to see a psychologist, do you?!"

"I mean..." Batman said helplessly, "Bruce just had a psychological evaluation at his place..."

"You want me to inquire about the results of the psychological evaluation? But this is too immoral. This is peeping into personal privacy..."

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

"Uh..." Clark thought about it, Batman should not come up with such a bad idea, I'm afraid there is something else.

But it was late today, Clark stayed in Wayne Manor for one night, and ran to Schiller's door early the next morning and knocked.

Schiller opened the door in a suit and tie, which scared 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 face, and after making sure that nothing serious happened, he walked into the room and explained his purpose.

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

Not long after Schiller and Clark sat down, the door of the room was knocked again. Schiller walked over to open the door and found that it was the God of War Batman who appeared outside the door.

"Good morning, professor, it's like this, I... Oh, do you have a visitor? Then I'll come back later..."

"Maybe we can agree on a precise time, I think ten o'clock is good, what do you think?"

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

"Hello, professor, I have some questions to ask you. Do you have... do you have a visitor now? Sorry I don't have an appointment, I'll come back later."

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

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

"Really? Professor?" Eric asked dryly.

"If both of you didn't have a look on your faces that said 'If we can't solve the problem today, we're going to end the universe with a war', I would schedule you for tomorrow. See you this afternoon."

After seeing Charles and Eric off, Schiller just took out the tea leaves when he heard some noise outside the window.

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

"Sorry, I have a visitor now, maybe I'll be free at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

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

"Professor! Professor! I'm Alfred, sorry to bother you..."

Schiller stuffed the tea leaves back into the drawer, and he knew, how could Batman really invite him to vacation?