Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Superman sat down again, put on his glasses again, and turned back into the ordinary young man from a small town. Clark Kent pondered for a while, and he said: "When I was a child, I would ask myself, am I a Kryptonian or an Earthling? "

"At that time, I was often bullied by the older kids in school because my father was a farmer and I always wore baggy, ill-fitting clothes. So they kept bullying me until one time, I couldn't I endured it. I just pushed lightly, and the kid who was riding on me and beating me flew out."

"Fortunately, he fell into the barn and nothing happened. They stopped bullying me and just started calling me a freak. I asked my father, if I have such power, why do I have to fight with ordinary people? How can people continue to live like this?"

"Why can't I resist and make them fear me? I can even easily make my father stop working from dawn to dusk every day, and let my mother change to a comfortable chair so that her waist no longer hurts."

He raised his head and looked at the mage sincerely: "My father just told me that if you want to do something like that, just do it. He supports me because I am his son."

"It was also at that moment that I began to understand one thing. Maybe there is a huge difference in the physiological structure between Earthlings and Kryptonians, but... no one is more noble than the other. What is right is right, that The road is always there, and it may be difficult. But I am willing to go on that road. Because my father has done this, no matter which one he is."

"The real Krypton, my Krypton, has been destroyed long ago, and the Earth is my hometown. I am a Kryptonian, but I am also an Earthling. If I had to choose one, then I can't choose one. I am Clark... Kent, but also Kal-El, Son of Krypton."

He continued and even began to smile: "Yes, I know some people are afraid of me. I understand them calling me a threat. But I know that I will never become what they imagine. This This is my most powerful response to their words."

"So, Mr. He. If you ask me, will I find this unacceptable? My answer is absolutely not. They come from another universe, and they make a living by invading others... Such a cruel The Empire is completely different from the Krypton in my mind."

The mage nodded slightly: "I understand, Clark. Now, go enjoy your little life with your girlfriend. By the way, pay attention to your neck. I will deal with them."

The serious expression on Clark's face suddenly collapsed, and he said awkwardly: "Uh, sir, I..."

He Shen smiled narrowly: "I have a question for you, Clark. Not to mention your skin is invulnerable, even missiles can't cause you pain. How did she manage to leave a kiss on your neck? Marked?"

Clark Kent did not answer this question. He ran away at the speed of light, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. He even did not forget to close the door for Alfred thoughtfully.

The mage couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

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Bruce Wayne was sitting in his office. He hadn't been out here for almost a week. His hair was messy, his tie had disappeared, and he didn't know where he had thrown it. There was stubble on his face, and his face was stained.

The dark circles under his eyes are extremely deep. He doesn't look as elegant and handsome as Gotham's richest man. He looks like a stay-up late night otaku.

But to be honest, he did stay up late and stayed home for the past half month, even though it was a last resort.

The difficulty of various on-site arrangements and implementation was beyond his imagination. Although there was no shortage of capable people in the Wayne Group, their transfer was a big problem. What's more, he had to personally

The influx of job seekers for interviews requires almost hundreds of letters every day.

He had to carefully review each item one by one and reply one by one. In order to save time, he even changed the fixed weekly meetings to online ones. Due to the increase in work, the frequency was also changed from two times a week to five times a week.

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In fact, don't mention him. The overloaded work not only made him a little tired. He had already had four secretaries at his door, all of whom applied for transfer because they couldn't stand the succession.

"Your coffee."

"Thank you." Bruce said, then took a sip of the scalding coffee, not caring about the fatal temperature.

When Jason saw this scene, he couldn't help but said: "Didn't you realize that it was a cup of freshly brewed coffee? It's very hot!"

"I know, Jason. But I need a little caffeine to keep my brain active." Bruce answered him nonchalantly, still staring at the screen.

"Yes, you haven't been out on patrol for half a month. I think it's not just your brain that needs some exercise."

The young man's angry words did not make him angry. On the contrary, Bruce smiled: "If you want, you can go out on patrol by yourself. Jason, I made a new uniform for you."

"New uniforms?"

"Yes."

He was finally willing to move his eyes away from the computer screen. He looked at Jason Todd and pressed a secret button on his desk. A glass cover slowly rose from the ground, and inside was a black suit.

It has a red and white streamlined uniform, a full-face helmet, and a scarlet bat logo on the chest.

He said calmly: "Do you want to try it? They are all the latest configurations."

Jason stared at the uniform intently. After a while, he said, "When did you do it?"

Bruce paused and his voice became deeper: "A long time ago... a long time ago."

"After I was killed?"

For a while, Batman didn't speak. He didn't even look at Jason Todd, not daring to look at the expression on his face.

He said: "Yes."

To his surprise, Jason rolled his eyes: "Don't put on that expression, Bruce Wayne. I just remembered that there was something wrong with the mage who resurrected me not long ago! I didn't figure it out until now.

What happened before he died, hell, it was really weird to put it this way..."

"But it's over. What's more, that bastard is dead, isn't it? You killed him." Jason laughed, opened the glass cover, and took out the uniform.

"I?"

"Oh, don't even think about denying it. Who else but you can make up your mind to do these things? It seems that my death is not in vain. Not only did you finally kill those bastards, but you are also willing to do something practical for Gotham.

"The young man said with a smile. He seemed to be completely relieved about his death.

Bruce Wayne watched him open the door and leave, leaned back, lay on his boss's chair, and smiled.