[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Chapter 158

After two o'clock at noon, the spring sun was shining and warm. Clark slumped in the passenger seat, raised his hand and flipped down the sun visor of the passenger seat. He glanced at his boyfriend angrily. Bruce was driving. The glasses with Kryptonian technology changed his appearance, Clark tried to straighten his legs, raised his head and yawned.

This yawn was more of psychological sleepiness. Thinking of the madness of the two last night, Clark covered his forehead with his hand and closed his eyes.Clark can't even recall how their conversations went from the Justice League cycle, to children's education, to violent sports.

Is it because the recent Gotham is too peaceful, like the calm before the storm?What Batman catches every night on night patrol is nothing more than attempted theft and attempted rape/rape, as if something is slowly fermenting in the dark.

Clark watched Bruce's peripheral vision sweeping over him intentionally or unintentionally, and he said angrily, "Do you think the sun can heal me quickly, so we can try various postures?"

Bruce pursed his lips. He tried to organize his words and said tentatively, "I remember...you started it."

Clark quickly interjected, "I don't remember!" The super-brained Kryptonian made his point clearly.

Bruce flicked the steering wheel, and said very euphemistically: "Damian even remembers whether he drank milk or orange juice the morning before."

Clark said nonsense in a serious manner: "It was obviously provoked by your tired eyes with focused eyes, and you started it!"

When he was alone with Clark, Bruce, who usually lost the aura of "seriousness", listened to Clark's love words, and finally admitted: "Okay, I started it, and it's all my fault!"

Clark asked in a rather calm tone: "Then do you still commit the crime?" Clark raised his head, and he looked towards the end of the road. At the end of this remote suburban road in Gotham, there is the largest orphanage in Gotham - Hope Orphan In the courtyard, Bruce followed the clues, and there was a child here-Jason Todd.

Bruce couldn't help laughing, and replied, "It's a crime, it will be."

Clark pondered for a moment, returned to the topic, and asked, "Why do you wear glasses today?"

Bruce looked ahead, and the speed of the car showed signs of speeding up. Bruce glanced sideways at Clark and replied, "I hope Jason agreed to our adoption because he knew us, not because I'm Bruce Wayne. Agree to our adoption."

Clark understood what Bruce meant in an instant. The Bruce Wayne people know and the real Bruce Wayne are two completely different definitions. Clark exhaled, resting his head on the back of the chair, and asked: " And what about Tim, do you want him to come to you by himself?"

Bruce nodded and said, "I will pay attention to him. I hope this child has a happy family. Getting involved with Batman usually means trouble and danger."

"Look at what you're saying, B," Clark said with a chuckle, "I'm enjoying it." Bruce snorted a bit of air when he heard this, it was a smile.Clarke continued: "Although we are in a parallel world and have never met Jason, but this mother died early, his father was imprisoned, and now lives in an orphanage. I can almost imagine how stubborn he is."

"What are you trying to say?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I hope you can show your gentle side," Clark complained, "be a little patient with the children."

"I'm very patient," Bruce said with an emphasis, "otherwise you think how I brought Damian back, this kid is not as familiar as you think, I'm already very good at communicating with kids. "

"Then you are really excellent," Clark imitated Alfred's tone realistically: "Master Bruce." This is a statement, but it is actually a rhetorical question. The ability of a child to get close to the child when playing - he can scare a baby to cry by standing alone!

Bruce had no trouble reading what his boyfriend was saying, and he glanced at his tired boyfriend through the rearview mirror, a little grievance in his steel blue eyes.Bruce wanted Clark to talk about the logic of time. He had raised Nina well and had experience in raising children before he could establish a relationship with Damian, who was completely stranger to him.

However, Bruce looked at Clark's lazy and tired look, he lowered his right hand, and raised Clark's hand on his side.Bruce really likes the way the chairman of the alliance is completely unreasonable in private.

No matter how nonsense and unreasonable Clark was on the way to the orphanage, when he and Bruce stepped into the gate of the orphanage, both of them returned to a personable and social elite.

The gates of the orphanage are two old rusty iron gates. There is a big hole in the roof of the security booth at the entrance. Obviously, there will be no security guards here. Clark looked at the iron gates that were half-hidden and listened to the orphans. There were noisy voices from children and adults in the yard, some children were speaking softly, and some adults were cursing loudly.

Bruce reached out and pushed open the iron door.

There was a sharp rusty metal rubbing sound from the iron gate, and Clark took the lead in stepping into the courtyard. The moment he entered the door, his brows were almost indiscernibly wrinkled. For a distance, weeds were overgrown by the side of the road paved with stone slabs, and it was obvious that no one had taken care of it for a long time.

As soon as Clark walked here, he could smell the tangy damp and musty smell emanating from the building. Obviously, someone still pocketed the orphanage's "love" donation funded by Gotham's upper class, Clark Turning her head slightly, she looked at her boyfriend - how about Batman take care of it?

The sneer on Bruce's face seemed to freeze, and he nodded slightly.

Clark took a breath, and an excited and a little excited smile appeared on his face. He looked like he was looking forward to adopting a child here. The two held hands, and anyone could tell that they were the same For the couple, Clark yelled inside: "Is anyone here? Is this an orphanage? We want to adopt a child!"

As soon as Clark finished speaking, he heard the loud cursing from the adults inside stop instantly, and a female voice who sounded a bit older yelled: "...shut up, you white-eyed wolves who don't have eyesight, give me a break!" Eat your apples obediently here, damn it, don't make any noise!" The noisy voice of the children beside the woman dropped an inch.

The owner of this female voice should obviously be the steward of the orphanage. Unlike the gentleness and kindness of the orphanage managers described in those praiseworthy articles, the director of the orphanage is obviously irritable and irritable.

Following the hurried footsteps of "da da da", Clark gently hooked Bruce's hand, and the two stood at the door of the orphanage. As the footsteps got closer, Bruce also showed a look of anticipation. smile.

The dean of the orphanage came out, and Bruce looked her up and down vaguely. This woman in her 50s combed her brown hair mixed with white hair meticulously behind her head. His shirt was ironed, he was wearing a knee-length black skirt, and he was wearing a pair of soft-soled leather shoes. Bruce observed carefully, and there were slight stitching marks on the corners of the shirt sleeves.

Well, the money from the orphanage was intercepted before it even reached the orphanage.

The middle-aged woman stood still in front of the two men. The middle-aged woman took a deep breath. She showed a humble and flattering smile, but there was a little vigilance in her eyes. She looked at the two handsome and sunny men. Clark waved a little cautiously, and said, "Hello, is this the Hope Orphanage? My boyfriend and I want to adopt a child."

"This is the Hope Orphanage. I'm Dean Fei Li. You can call me Fei Li," the middle-aged woman said, looking at Clark's bright and warm smile, and asked, "Excuse me, are you from Gotham? "

"No," Clark raised his hand and scratched his head. He said, "My boyfriend and I live in the metropolis. We both heard that Gotham's adoption system is more tolerant to homosexuals. We came here to adopt a child. .”

Dean Fei Li breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that this middle-aged woman was not good at communicating with people. She asked a little bluntly: "You know, if a person from outside the city wants to adopt a child in our orphanage, he needs to pay a fee. A sum of child support?"

Clark nodded, he tugged Bruce's hand, Bruce showed a determined look, and he said, "It's fifty thousand dollars, right?"

Dean Fei Li showed a dry smile, and she added slowly: "I don't want the money, it's... the children need the money."

Clark nodded, and said with a good-natured look: "I understand." Clark paused, with a hesitant look: "Bruce and I both know that Gotham's water is very deep, and that's why we came to Gotham First adoption, you know most of the states gay people don't get adoptions."

Dean Fei Li nodded and continued: "If you are sincere, I don't care whether you are heterosexual or gay," Dean Fei Li said very seriously: "But I need you to provide your ID, work Certificate, income certificate, deposit statement and no criminal certificate, can you understand?"

Bruce responded immediately: "Of course, of course," Bruce said tactfully, "If we can meet a suitable child in your orphanage, we will submit these things when we go through the formalities."

"Then, please," Dean Fei Li said, "I'll show you around our yard. Now the children are eating fruit and playing with toys after eating. There are 4 children in the yard from 12 to 48 years old. , there are only five nurses including me."

Dean Fei Li said dryly: "The funds sent to the hospital by the Gotham City Council are very small, and we can only eat discounted fruit once a week. You are also kind people," Dean Fei Li pleaded. Said: "If you can, you can bring me some food or supplies."

Clark nodded, and he made a gesture of please.

Dean Fei Li took the two of them to the small building of the orphanage. The building was dimly lit and exuded a musty smell. The two seemed to have chosen a random direction, but in fact they went straight to the second floor where Jason was. Go, the two walked to the door of the second lounge very casually, stood still and looked inside.

Clark and Bruce could see clearly that on a small bright green chair, a three-year-old boy was holding a blond-haired Barbie doll in his left hand. Symptomatically, the little boy raised his right hand and "bia" pulled out the head of the Barbie doll.