In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

"Where did you learn these words?"

"I read it in a storybook."

Jean sobbed slightly and sniffled. Seeing that Wayne seemed to be staying for the time being, she calmed down a little.

"What a terrible storybook! I'm going to file a complaint against it!"

Wayne's eyes turned bloodshot, and he felt that his lifelong reputation as Superman was about to be ruined.

Although he was previously nicknamed "Lolicon Superman" because he liked to call his enemies "lolis," this time it's "Petrification Superman"! No! Neither of those are good titles! And he's neither a lolicon nor a pedophile!

In the end, Wayne could only sigh helplessly. Whatever, say whatever you want. He had nothing to hide. "What did I do to you?"

Qin obediently shook her head. "No."

"Then why do you say that?"

"That's what the story goes like: a man and a woman were alone in a room, and after the boy was about to leave, that's what the girl said."

"..."

I want to file a complaint against them.

Wayne covered his face in exasperation. "Do you even know what that means?"

Qin obediently shook her head again.

Seeing this, Wayne sat down by Jean's bed and subconsciously rubbed her little head. The feel of her red hair was quite nice, and he couldn't help but rub it a few more times. "Anyway, good girl, don't say things like that."

Qin's cheeks flushed a lovely blush, and she nodded earnestly.

"Okay, that's settled then, bye."

After saying that, Wayne got up to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, Qin's lovely big eyes welled up with tears.

She pulled her foot back and stopped crying.

Taking a step—I'm about to cry.

She pulled her foot back—and stopped crying.

Cry, don't cry, cry, don't cry, cry, don't cry... "It's actually quite fun."

"Waaaaah..."

"Alright, alright! I give up!"

Wayne beckoned to Jean. "Come here."

"real?!"

Qin wiped away her tears of joy and jumped out of bed, but then she noticed the nightgown she was wearing. Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly pulled the blanket up, revealing only half of her face. "You go out first!"

Wayne rolled his eyes at the brat. Did he want to look at a kid like him? "Fine, I'm going out."

But then Jean seemed to remember something, and worried that Wayne would abandon her, she hurriedly said, "Wait! No! You can't go out!"

"..."

Wayne turned his head to look at Jean, "Miss, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Qin realized she wasn't doing a good job, so she curled up into a small ball, hugging the blanket. "I didn't mean to... or... or could you turn around?"

Wayne, too lazy to waste any more words, turned around and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Qin quickly got out of bed and, with her smooth little feet, went to the wardrobe and chose a nice outfit for going out.

Jean glanced back at Wayne's retreating figure, a slight thrill creeping over her for some reason. She quickly changed her clothes. "All done!"

Wayne turned to look at Jean, but Jean nervously turned her head away, avoiding eye contact, her small hands behind her back unconsciously clenching her clothes, creating creases.

Unfortunately, she didn't get Wayne's surprised reaction. Wayne, who didn't react at all, turned around and walked to the window. "Can it fly?"

Qin pouted, a little annoyed. "No."

"Then come here."

Wayne waved to Qin.

Suddenly remembering something from a storybook, her little face flushed pink. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly walked to Wayne's side and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Wayne, too lazy to waste words, bent down and picked up Qin's small body, then leaped out of the window!

Whoosh—Wayne, clutching his violin, soared into the sky, rising straight up into the clouds, and hovered silently ten thousand meters above the ground.

Qin, who had been clinging tightly to Wayne's neck with her arms out of fear and burying her face in his collarbone, slowly raised her head after realizing that he seemed to have calmed down. The bright white full moon hanging high in the sky cast rays of light, making the clouds that flowed like a babbling brook look dreamlike.

Qin unconsciously widened her eyes and trembled slightly as she released her right hand, reaching towards the clouds around her, feeling the cool, damp mist gently slipping through her fingers.

However, a spoilsporting voice rang out, "I'll take you to buy a lollipop and then take you home, and that's it?"

"How could you do this? You..."

Jean looked up at Wayne and froze. Against the backdrop of the bright moon hanging in the sky beside his face, his already perfect face was gently illuminated by a few rays of moonlight, adding a touch of cold and dreamlike beauty... It would be even better if he couldn't speak.

Behind him, a cloak, like clouds and mist, billowed gently in the breeze—the prince who appears in a girl's dream from now on may not necessarily ride a white horse, but may also have a large "M" on his chest.

"Hey kid, I'm not a gigolo, and even if I were, you'd have to pay extra."

Wayne's voice brought Jean back to her senses. Realizing she had unknowingly made the bold move of touching his cheek, Jean felt incredibly ashamed and quickly changed the subject, "Then...where are we going?"

"I'll take you home."

"what?"

"How about I take you for a walk?"

……

Under the dim streetlights, Qin, holding a Kitty doll in her left hand, swayed with cheerful steps, occasionally sticking out her little clove to lick the cotton candy in her right hand.

Wayne lagged a few steps behind her, his calm eyes fixed on her back, lost in thought.

Will this brat die?

Thinking of what the Ancient One had told him about Jean Grey, the Phoenix, committing suicide after going berserk, Wayne looked up at the sky with a touch of melancholy.

"Hey, shouldn't we head back now?"

Wayne's voice made Qin pause, standing there somewhat bewildered. Her expression fell, and even the doll and cotton candy in her hands lost their appeal.

However, Jean understood that Wayne had no obligation to stay with her. She was already very happy and grateful that he had stayed with her for so long, but... she felt a little sore and her heart was heavy.

"I-I know! I'm just a little curious, just curious... What are you going to do?"

Wayne casually replied, "Go save a naive, stupid brat."

"..."

Jean pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable. She suddenly felt a bit envious of the "kid" Wayne had mentioned. Even though he was called an "idiot," the fact that this guy rushed to save him meant that this "kid" must hold a high place in his heart.

"Then...if—I mean, if—I were to encounter danger someday, would you come to my rescue?"

"..."

Wayne paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle. "Let me save that stupid brat first."