"The TEAM, full name is 'Advanced Superhuman Joint Research Group', was established slightly earlier than SHIELD. SHIELD's predecessor was the Strategic Science Corps during World War II, which later evolved into the Intelligence Service, and finally became a special force under the International Security Council dedicated to handling various strange events. The work of the two departments overlaps slightly, but the focus is quite different."

Batman is still explaining his findings to Superman.

"The liaison officer of the A.O.M. once came into contact with Wonder Woman during World War I, but something unexpected happened in the middle and the two sides stopped contacting each other. After World War II, Captain America stood on the side of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the A.O.M. went behind the scenes. For many years, people almost forgot about this organization until the current A.O.M. commander Amanda Waller took office."

"She is a radical patriot who is dissatisfied with the frequent chaos among American superhumans. She has repeatedly questioned the efficiency of the Avengers' actions. Task Force X is her latest action plan. Its members include the captain Rick Flegg, Death Shooter, Harley Quinn, Captain Boomerang, etc. These people can help the A-Glen to deal with things that superheroes are inconvenient or unwilling to do."

Superman looked at the list on the screen and commented, "She has a lot of ideas, but she may have slightly overestimated her abilities."

"You're being too tactful," Batman said. "Due to his position, Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., has not refuted this plan, but his superheroes have been operating overseas recently, perhaps intending to avoid the limelight."

"So it's just you... uh, and me, the two of us who have the time and ability to take care of this for now?"

"In theory, yes. However, the Suicide Squad's activities are currently concentrated in Gotham. You can go back to Metropolis and wait to see what they and Lex Luther will do next."

"No problem." Superman thought for a moment and added, "Luther added a lead plate to his laboratory. I'm not sure what he's researching recently, but it's definitely not legal. If I have the chance, I'll go check it out."

Batman tilted his head, his eyes sharp, and Robin almost thought he was going to make some harsh accusations.

However, the vigilante Ge Tan just said: "It's up to you. But don't expect me to save you."

“…”

Superman smiled and said, "Don't worry, I understand you too."

He finally thanked Alfred and said goodnight to Robin.

"I'm leaving now. I'll come visit you again next time. It's nice to meet you. Also, say hello to Nightwing for me."

After saying that, he stood up, carefully avoided the area where the bats were active, and flew away from the other side connected to the sewer.

Robin looked at his back with a look of bewilderment.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket with his hands behind his back and started typing blindly in the chat room created by Nightwing and Red Hood: "Nightwing, when will you come back to me?"

"Red Hood, give up kidnapping Green Arrow's assistant. If you don't brag about your father-son relationship with Batman to him next time, there's still hope for this matter."

"—I met Superman. He called out Batman by his first name."

"The two men talked about LexCorp, S.H.I.E.L.D. and A.E.L.D. for half an hour in the Batcave. They didn't fight or argue."

"If this isn't a hallucination under some magic spell, there must be something wrong with at least one of them."

"So do you guys know any magic-side heroes who could come over and check this out for me or Superman?"

Nightwing should still be doing special night work in Bludhaven. Ten minutes later, only Jason replied to him: "When you turn right when you go out, you will find Arkham."

Tim: "...Are you still mad about Robin's selection? It's not my fault."

He waited again, but this time there was no reply at all.

Maybe Red Hood has already gone to investigate. Tim put down his phone and calmed down, deciding to finish the work at hand before considering the complicated entanglements between adults.

**

"What is Superman busy with recently?" Louise said vaguely while biting the pen, "I always feel that he seems absent-minded when saving people."

She waited for a long time, but no one answered.

"Clark? Clark Kent? Hey!" She stretched out her fingers in front of Moses' eyes and waved them. She pinched the legs of his black-framed glasses and pretended to take them off, which startled the young man who was looking out the window with a dreamy look on his face. "What are you looking at?"

The female reporter followed his line of sight and saw only an ordinary white wall.

"I'm sorry, Louise, what did you say just now? I was a little distracted..." Moses raised his hand to push the glasses back, his movements a little hastily, and there was an unknown crisp sound at the bridge of his nose. "Oh! God, I just got the prescription two days ago."

This is truly an unexpected special expense, which makes the already poor family even worse off.

It's all Lex Luther's fault, Moses decided without hesitation to pass the buck. Luther's secretary called the Eye of Heaven three times today, and each time Superman only saw the caller ID on the phone screen, and the lady walked into the chairman's office in high heels - the kind that was separated by lead. As for the Eye of Heaven, as an official organization that frequently contacts superhumans, they are as cautious as Luther. Some officials want to add layers to their suits. I don't know what kind of strange brain circuit they have to think that Superman is interested in seeing through their bodies.

But as always, Moses decided to sympathize with their feelings.

After all, from a human perspective, Superman's abilities are somewhat scary.

"I'll pay you to buy a new pair." Louise looked at him thoughtfully. "It's not too expensive to change the frames, right?"

"Thank you, it was my own carelessness. Alas, ever since the invasion of Krypton, the prices in Metropolis have risen quite a bit..."

When has Batman ever cared about prices? Look at Green Arrow, whose true identity has been exposed to the Eye Society, and the eldest son of the Quinn family, and so on.

All I can say is that the living standards of super-British and super-English cannot be generalized.

Sadly, Moses was on a downward spiral.

"You will be offered a permanent position," Louise consoled him, "and then you won't be making the intern salary any more."

"I hope so."

"Where did your money go? I know you rented a house in the suburbs of a big city, so you shouldn't be that poor."

The black-haired young man's back hunched forward slightly, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

"It's inconvenient to talk about it, so forget it."

"Not really." Moses coughed, "I borrowed a large sum of money from a friend before, and I want to pay it off as soon as possible."

Louise's desire to interview rose again: "What about your parents?"

Moses began to recall his upbringing when he had a fake identity and was named Clark Kent, and he spoke based on his physical instincts. His file had official records, so he couldn't make up stories every time: "My parents both lived in Kansas, and they ran a farm. My dad died of illness a few years ago, and I came to the big city and couldn't help my mom."

He expertly tidied up the mess on the table and said without looking up, "So I don't plan to spend my family's money to add to her burden."

Louise pressed the ballpoint pen in her hand.

Click. Click.

The tip of the pen made a rhythmic tapping sound.

"Tell me," she pondered, and said in a strange tone, "would Superman also worry about these trivial matters of food, clothing, housing and transportation?"

Moses paused for a moment, almost thinking that she had really discovered something: "...You are the one who has interviewed Superman."

"You're right," Louise nodded, "but I don't know him as well as my hair does."

She ignored the puzzled looks of those around her and immersed herself in her new discovery.

Clark Kent. A young reporter who just came to the metropolis from a farm. He has no friends in the city and is alone. He adapts to society slowly and with difficulty, and always acts with a bit of clumsiness caused by overexertion.

——There are always people like this around you, kind and honest, but not too noticeable. They are like bricks in the city, struggling in the busy and fast-paced world, and disappearing in the stream like water in the blink of an eye.

Clark was a country boy who had come to the city, so his awkward, unsociable qualities were easily brushed aside.

And Superman...is a Kryptonian who came to Earth.

A smart child who knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm but lacks the guidance of his elders can only imitate, learn and integrate as he grows up.

He had to make himself the most ordinary and inconspicuous person.

Superman needs to lie, but he doesn't seem to be the type to be good at it.

He may have to look for materials from what he sees and what he can see.

What kind of people are the most common? People with happy families, mediocre experiences, clean resumes, and no setbacks worth describing in their growth process.

First of all, he needs to have a pair of parents who are neither too outstanding nor completely without any shining points.

Then he might have one or two friends whom he knows only in verbal description.

In order to avoid being exposed by others, these people may have prototypes in real life. The last orphan of Krypton may have wandered in the wilderness and cornfields, staring at the galaxy that connects every household on the earth with his blue eyes when the starry sky is low, trying to understand how to be a human being.

If that's the case, he was very successful.

Perhaps beneath the iron body of God, there really is a soul illuminated by the lights of the human world.

——Louise's thoughts, which had spread out into a nonsensical article that could be published in a tabloid, were finally forced to be retracted, because the next moment, Clark Kent suddenly rushed over and grabbed her arm, turned around and pressed her down on the chair without question.

Then, there was a loud noise and explosion downstairs, and the whole building shook a few times. The turmoil like a natural disaster made everyone panic. Several employees who had just lost their balance fell to the ground, and a young man hit his forehead on the corner of the table and bled. If Moses hadn't reacted quickly just now, Louise might have sat on the ground.

"Thank you!" The reporter was still in shock. Before she could think carefully about why Clark pulled her to the reclining chair before the sound came, "What happened? An earthquake?"

"I'm afraid not." The young reporter in front of her looked serious, his blue eyes staring out the window without blinking, "You rest here, I'll go to the corridor window to take a look."

With a nimble movement that was inconsistent with his usual impression, he jumped over the people who were lying on the ground groaning and rushed out of the office quickly.

"Clark! Wait!"

Louise could only watch as his figure disappeared around the corner behind the glass door.