My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

“I know he meant no harm,” Xiaoqin murmured to herself, then asked curiously, “Mr. Nightwing, his last name is Wayne?”

"Yes."

Nightwing nodded: "Just as you guessed, he comes from the Wayne family in Gotham City. Please don't mention this to anyone else."

Xiaoqin readily agreed: "I will. Everyone has their own secrets."

Nightwing discovered that the other party seemed to be more mature than he had imagined.

"Let's go, let me introduce you to the other members of our Youth League." Nightwing led Xiaoqin into the base building.

There were many vehicles parked on the first floor of the base.

The main hall on the second floor was very spacious, lit up, and there were a few figures scattered around.

Nightwing was leading Xiaoqin into the main hall.

Wow, what an adorable little girl!

A blonde girl excitedly stomped forward in her boots. She was about sixteen years old. Her well-developed body was dressed in a red strapless dress. Despite being dressed as a noble lady, she was not at all reserved and exuded a vibrant and enthusiastic aura.

The girl wore a pair of exquisite, tight-fitting gold standard gloves on each hand, covering her elbows.

The blonde girl squatted down and hugged Xiaoqin tightly, rubbing her delicate, fair face against Xiaoqin's dirty, tender little face.

Nightwing introduced her helplessly: "Her name is Cassie Sandmark, or you can call her by her hero name—Wonder Girl."

The magical girl turned around and asked the other two girl figures in the main hall, "Starfire, Raven, look, isn't she cute!"

"By Earth's standards, she should be considered a natural beauty, right?"

The girl called "Spark" stood up from the sofa and spoke.

The other person was wearing a long-sleeved top and a uniform skirt, and the exposed skin was orange. Paired with a rare deep red curly head, he really looked like a spark burning in the universe.

She was around sixteen years old, with a pair of greenish-yellow eyes that were fundamentally different from those of humans.

Nightwing quickly added, "She is Starfire, Kolianda, from an alien civilization."

"An alien civilization," Xiaoqin exclaimed in surprise.

"Raven, what do you think?" The magical girl looked at the woman still sitting on the sofa.

The girl was petite, only 1.5 meters tall, and wore a black long-sleeved shirt and pants that covered her completely, along with a black hooded trench coat, exuding an aura of darkness and mystery.

The girl sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, quietly reading a book with her head down. The hood covered most of her face, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

The hooded girl seemed not to hear the magical girl's question and continued reading.

"Her name is Raven, and she is very introverted."

Nightwing said softly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

Xiaoqin looked thoughtful, but still watched the hooded girl with apprehension.

The opponent was the only one on the field whose mind she couldn't read.

"A new member has joined? Why don't you introduce them to me?"

Just then, a childish voice came from the side of the main hall.

It was a white boy who looked to be no more than five years old, with brown curly hair, wearing a children's tracksuit with a Superman logo on the front of the shirt, and he was putting down a huge barbell that he had been holding.

The barbell hit the ground, causing a slight tremor in the second-floor floor.

"Hello, my name is Jonathan Kent!" The white boy said confidently, exuding a mature air. "I am the future Superman, born for—truth, justice, and a better tomorrow!"

Nightwing covered his forehead: "He's Superman's son, one of our Alliance's top combatants."

……

After nightfall.

The magical girl walked down to the second-floor main hall from upstairs and said in a low voice, "She's asleep. She must be too tired. She just took a shower and fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed. Luckily, the raven's clothes fit her."

Nightwing Dick sighed, "Poor kid, nowadays, the armies of great powers will use any means necessary to pursue extraordinary talents."

"She's too young, will she really become one of us?" Xinghuo asked curiously.

“I feel like you’re ignoring me,” Jonathan Kent Jr. protested, raising his hand.

The magical girl shrugged: "It's fate that we met. Back then, I also came to this city to find my relatives, and ended up joining the Youth League without really knowing what was going on."

"Have you found your relatives yet?" Xinghuo's curiosity shifted.

"Uh, not yet." The magical girl scratched her head somewhat awkwardly.

"Alright, everyone."

Jonathan Kent Jr. said, making a move to leave: "It's evening, I have to go back to the Metropolis, otherwise my dad will spank me."

Unexpectedly, Raven, the hooded girl who had been sitting silently in the corner of the sofa, said coldly, "You can't go back for now."

"What do you mean?" Everyone in the main hall was taken aback.

At that moment, Damian Wayne rushed out of a room into the main hall, shouting a warning: "A large number of military personnel are surrounding our headquarters!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Bang! !

A car engulfed in flames crashed through a second-floor window of the base. Jonathan Kent yelled and, dressed in sportswear, charged towards the flaming car like a cannonball!

Boom!

The car exploded with a roar inside the main hall on the second floor!

Immediately afterwards, more cars flew in from outside!

……

late at night.

On an empty street in the outer suburbs of New York City.

The blonde girl, dressed in a white nightgown, was on the run. She had lost her shoes, and her bare, fair feet and exposed hands and feet were covered in bruises.

*Thud*

The girl suddenly fell forward to the ground, ignoring her pain, and struggled to get up again. The words still echoed in her ears: "They're coming for you, run, we'll hold them off."

The girl bit her lower lip, but tears streamed down her fair face uncontrollably.

She didn't understand why she always brought disaster to others, and her mind-reading ability also allowed her to see the ugliness and darkness of human nature in this world.

Aside from the Youth League, very few people treat themselves with genuine kindness and goodwill.

But now, even the Youth League has been swept away by disaster...

Where should we flee to?

Qin didn't understand.

The world is vast, yet there is no corner that can accommodate her; she can only keep fleeing.

When Qin Jiao's small, young body fell down again on the snow-covered road, she was too weak to get up.

A calm and gentle male voice sounded from the front.

The girl struggled to look up and saw a hand reaching out to her.

The other person was leaning against a street lamp, their tall body edged with light, appearing as warm as the sun against the backdrop of the snowy night.

"Do you need any help?"

The black-haired youth asked this question.

Chapter 447, A New Generation, The Youth League!

late at night.

New York street scene.

The snow suddenly stopped, and a crescent moon peeked out from the dark clouds in the night sky, its cool, silvery moonlight enveloping the snow-covered city.

Xiaoqin lay on the ground, staring blankly at the tall, black-haired youth standing in front of her, who was slightly crouching down.

The other person had a handsome and upright face, and was dressed in a well-fitting shirt and uniform, with a high-quality dark red trench coat draped over it. As the cold wind blew in, the trench coat spread open like wings.

His young face was calm and gentle, with an excellent temperament, like a noble gentleman, yet he gave people a sense of approachability that was not distant.

Qin was lost in thought.

She couldn't read the black-haired youth's mind; her telepathic connection was immediately blocked by his trench coat.

What surprised Qin even more was that she couldn't feel any resistance to the other person, and even thought that the other person was... very good-looking?

Since gaining the ability to read minds, Qin no longer judges people by their appearance, but instead uses her mind-reading ability to see others.

There is an instinctive tendency to distance oneself from and fear anything that cannot be understood.

Qin never asks others for help, because she doesn't see herself as a child, but as an independent person.

But now, facing the black-haired youth, Qin's lips moved slightly, and finally she stretched out her small hand as if reaching for that only light, and timidly replied, "Please, save me."

"I understand."

The black-haired youth smiled slightly and reached out to hold the girl's small hand.

Qin gasped softly.

But the young man gently pulled her up, and she was pulled into his arms.

Her dark red wool coat billowed slightly, partially covering her body, which was only dressed in a thin nightgown.

Qin's face flushed slightly, and she gently grasped the other person's uniform shirt with her small hand, saying weakly, "It must be very expensive, right? If I get it dirty, I don't have the money to pay you back..."

“It’s alright, I’m quite wealthy.” The black-haired youth chuckled, then paused and said, “Besides, you’re safe now, you can rest for a bit.”

"No, I'll make it up to you later." Qin's tone was weak but firm, her body slightly curled up, her small face buried in her uniform shirt.

Qin felt her body warm up instantly, and the other person had a pleasant scent and a deep voice that made her feel at ease.

"Could it be an angel?"

"Wait a minute, when did I become so trusting of others, like a child?"