My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

……

Late Sunday night.

Wayne Manor.

Ding-dong!

My phone beeped with the notification sound.

In a guest room, hope Nian, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He waved his hand, and a cloak that was floating next to the wardrobe flew over and draped over the boy.

He went to the top floor of the manor alone.

hope Nian spotted her immediately. Beside the rooftop railing, a girl with dark blonde hair stood gracefully in a white dress, her dark blonde hair and white dress swaying slightly in the night breeze.

"You're back." Xinian walked over with a smile.

The girl in the evening gown turned around, said nothing, and threw herself into the boy's arms.

It's like seeking warmth, or perhaps wanting comfort.

"Your operation failed?" hope Nian seemed to sense something.

Wearing a formal dress, Kara nodded dejectedly, burying her face tightly in Xinian's arms.

"Tell me, what happened?"

hope Nian narrowed his eyes. He had suspected that the Justice League's operation had failed, but he was still surprised that it had actually failed.

Even with Supergirl and Batman leading the charge, they both failed?

"The adversaries Lex Luthor encountered overseas were beyond Bruce and my expectations..." Kara didn't hide anything and began to recount the story in a low voice.

Soon, hope Nian learned the reason why the Justice League's operation that night had failed.

Lex Luthor, being an ordinary human, poses no threat in terms of combat strength; the real danger lies with the extraordinary being he encountered tonight—

One of them was named Deathstroke.

A veteran villain who gives Batman a headache and makes things difficult for him.

The other was a woman I'd never seen before, whose identity was unknown. She possessed powerful mental attack abilities and hindered the actions of Supergirl Kara at the time.

Lex Luthor and others had already evacuated the scene before more Justice League members arrived.

To paraphrase Batman—without reinforcements, those two alone would likely have killed him there, and that's no exaggeration!

"Senior, do you think I'm useless?" Kara puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

"It's not your fault. You didn't come away empty-handed; at least you learned some information about the enemy's forces."

hope Nian held the girl in his arms, paused for a moment, and then teased, "Besides, you have many uses."

"What is it for?"

Kara was taken aback at first, then her beautiful face quickly flushed red, realizing that it was now the last night of the weekend.

There's something even more important than dealing with the supervillain.

"Senior, do I look good in this?"

A dejected Kara paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and then she looked up shyly.

hope Nian lowered his head, his gaze following the girl's sweet and beautiful face down to her fair and delicate collarbone with its dark golden hair, her mature and gorgeous little dress covering her well-developed body, and her pair of soft feet gently stepping on light-colored high heels.

"Try it and you'll see if it's good or not," hope Nian said.

Chapter 251, The Villainous Alliance: Catwoman and the Black Cat

Why won't you let me kill Batman?

A crescent moon emerged from the dark clouds at dawn, its pale silver light shimmering on the sea.

Outside of U.S. territory, thousands of meters below the seabed.

A specially modified submarine is floating in the dark, deep sea.

At this time, the submarine was converted into a spacious cabin for a luxurious conference room.

A slightly disgruntled, indifferent voice rang out: "Just now, I almost managed to cut Batman's head off!"

"Of course. Deathstroke, I naturally believe you can do that."

His hair was messy and unconventional, but he was wearing a clean and tidy suit.

He was wearing an expensive tie and brand-new leather shoes.

He sat on the leather sofa like a CEO, responding with a smile.

The one known as Deathstroke was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, some white jowls on his cheeks, and a black eyepatch over his right eye as if it were injured. His tall and strong body was dressed in a set of crimson-black armor that gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the lights.

He had two pistol holsters at his waist and two samurai swords strapped to his back.

He stood straight in the cabin, surrounded by an aura of iron will and murderous intent, his indifferent left eye devoid of emotion.

Deathstroke said calmly, "I need an explanation. Otherwise, even if you are my employer, I will cut off your head right here."

Hearing his words.

A blonde woman in a sparkling diamond-studded gown couldn't help but take a step forward, her beautiful eyes warily fixed on Deathstroke, but she was quickly stopped by a gentleman sitting calmly on the sofa.

"OK OK."

Lex Luthor shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. Instead of showing fear, he chuckled and said, "Don't you think killing Batman like this is rather pointless?"

"No meaning?" Deathstroke looked at him indifferently: "When a person dies, nothing really matters anymore."

"Don't you already know? Batman's true identity—Bruce Wayne. If you want to kill him, you can go to Gotham anytime and do it. I won't stop you."

Lex Luthor took an elegant sip of red wine and smiled, “But don’t you think it’s pointless to just kill him directly after fighting him for so many years? Why not use absolute power and influence to crush his strength and confidence, and turn him into a wild dog who has lost his will to fight?”

"You, who are so adept at scheming, would actually say something like facing the enemy head-on with absolute power?" Deathstroke scoffed.

but.

He wouldn't fall for that if it were any other target; he'd just kill them and be done with it.

But if it's Batman—

Deathstroke was actually quite interested.

Lex Luthor continued, "They're forming the Justice League, right? We can create one too, and I've already thought of a name—Destruction!"

"Just the few of us?"

Deathstroke glanced at the group of people inside the luxury cabin.

"Of course not."

Lex Luthor was about to say something when he felt a tremor coming from the submarine he was in...

It didn't feel like the sea was churning during the voyage; it felt more like someone was banging on the submarine from the outside!

"What the hell is that?" Deathstroke squinted his one eye. Putting aside the fact that it could knock on a large submarine, you should know that there are thousands of meters of seabed outside the submarine.

The immense pressure is enough to crush an ordinary person!

Lex Luthor, far from being surprised, smiled and said, "Another new member of ours has arrived."

……

One night passed.

The happy but short weekend has come to an end.

the next day.

Xinian and Kara both missed the morning classes and didn't arrive at the high school until the afternoon classes started.

This naturally drew a scolding from Instructor Roth.

However, by now, Xinian and Instructor Roth were quite familiar with each other. Instructor Roth asked him to explain why he had missed class, and then sent him back to class.

hope Nian covered his mouth and yawned before heading back to the classroom.

It has to be said that the evening gown does significantly boost combat power and attack speed...

Unfortunately, the dress was quickly sold out.

After all, in the out-of-control Kryptonian Superman mode, apart from Supergirl Kara herself, ordinary objects cannot stop her from touching it.

Even the sky above Gotham was missing a cloud last night, and the mountains outside the city were missing a peak and a half.

Xinian was hesitant to use the Levitation Cloak; if he damaged it, it would be incredibly embarrassing if the Ancient One saw him in the future.

However, this cannot continue in the long run.

Xinian has almost perfectly mastered the demigod mode, having practiced with his aunt for more than half a month.

How many times will it take to perfectly master the Kryptonian superhero mode...?

hope Nian had a sudden thought.

By the way, the Devouring Space could work; isn't there a planet Starro created there?

So... what kind of bed material could withstand the use of two Supermen?

As Xinian was pondering, a graceful figure dressed in a conservative long shirt and jeans walked towards him in the corridor of the school's teaching building.

The other person also saw him.

After turning her back on that aloof and beautiful face, she seemed to scoff inwardly and walked away as if she didn't want to pay him any attention.

hope Nian's eye twitched.

Last time, the other party acted as if nothing had happened, pretending to be a gentle teacher and trying to get close to him.

This time, he openly showed his disgust on his face.

Is this just a cat's nature, changing according to its mood, almost every day?

However, it's certain that the other side will remember the time he grabbed the ball.

This is Felicia Hardy.

The real Felicia!