"I'm late."

In a secluded alley in Metropolis, Batman walked up to Superman.

"It looks like you've solved it perfectly."

"I guess so." Superman raised his hands and brushed off the dust on his body, "But this shouldn't be the end. The attack by the Metal Man was just a test. Luther must have a backup plan."

"Counterattack as you see fit."

Superman: "Do you have a suit?"

"…What?"

Batman looked a little speechless.

"Can you lend me a set? The previous one was ruined, and I have to go back to the Daily Planet, and Louise saw me running out."

The man in black armor crossed his arms. "I have the suit, I'll give it to you. What I don't understand is that you obviously have many ways to deal with her, but you just don't want to."

"That might be the difference between Batman and Superman," Superman said.

"I don't think so." Batman paced slowly on the spot. "I even think you are expecting her to find out your identity - why?" His eyes were full of scrutiny and suspicion, even though there was indeed no lack of trust between them. "Is she special to you?"

The hero of Metropolis's eyes went blank for a moment.

"Don't ask." When Superman lowered his voice, the tone was very coercive. "You know I don't remember. What do Nightwing mean to you? How did you feel when you saw Red Hood? We agree on this point. You shouldn't question me with the questions that bother you."

Who doesn't know himself yet?

Batman still can't fully trust Superman, which is normal - but he also feels that Superman's attitude towards Lois Lane is not right, and he is worried whether this impact is positive?

Superman also said that he employed child labor and allowed underage gangs to hang out!

There's nothing wrong with the fusion of souls being affected by the shell. If you want to dig out the truth of the memory, you should start with your own experience.

Luther still won today.

Superman and Batman didn't fight, but they had a quarrel.

Moreover, this quarrel came out of nowhere and Robin, who was listening in, didn't understand anything at all.

What does 'knowingly I don't remember' mean? Superman has no memory of the past? And what does he mean by 'we agree on this' when he mentions Nightwing and Red Hood?

Could you please talk properly and not tell lies?

The pain of eating a melon without a sequel is enough to make life meaningless. And it has been proven that Superman does get angry, although when he gets angry, his brows are furrowed, his eyes are drooping, and the smile completely disappears from the corners of his mouth, he looks a bit sad.

**

When Lois found Clark Kent, he was sitting alone among the ruins, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled and covered with dust.

When he saw the female reporter, his eyes lit up and he pointed at the stone on his leg and said, "Louise! Please, someone is finally here. Can you help me move this stone? It's stuck on my leather shoe and I can't move it by myself."

"... I'm past the age of jumping off a building and waiting for Superman to save me, Clark." The reporter said with an unreadable expression, "At least such a temptation will not happen today."

She got a blank response: "Hmm?"

Louise's shoulders slumped. She sighed and strode over to pick up the other end of the slab. "One, two, three—up! Huh, what are you doing here?"

"Thank you. I just saw a kid was lost." Moses bent down and rubbed his ankle. "When I ran downstairs, Superman and the iron lump were fighting. The stone slab was overturned and I was startled. I only had time to push the child aside, and that's it."

The facts are not far from the truth.

It's just that when Superman was pinned to the ground by the Metal Man, he saved a silly little boy who was watching the fight.

The slate was still in close contact with the back of his head.

Louise looked at the cracks in the solid marble caused by the tremendous force.

She looked at the young man with dirt stuck in his black hair and slight scratches on his skin. He was not in a good mood and looked a little depressed. His blue eyes were not as bright as usual in the shade.

"That's a good thing." Louise thought for a long time and finally spoke, "The child was saved, and you were lucky enough not to be injured. It's worth celebrating."

Moses thought of his discarded clothes and looked away: "I should have done better."

Strange expenses have increased again.

Luckily, Batman was well prepared and even stuffed a cheap suit from a discount store on the plane just in case.

"Listen to me, S... Clark." Louise suddenly came over, gave him a non-sexy hug, and patted his back hard, "No one can do better - no one."

She looked up at the tall young man with eyes that seemed a little moist for some reason, and her tone was firm.

“Most of the time, humans don’t demand perfection in everything they do.”

"You saved... saved a child and helped him find his parents. This is the luckiest thing that happened to him today, and possibly in his life."

Louise looked again at the people not far from them, who were murmuring and complaining in fear or slight injury.

"Same thing with Superman."

"Maybe I shouldn't say this because I'm not the one being rescued, let alone an innocent passerby. But maybe many years later, when they think back on this day, they will also be happy and proud to have seen Superman."

Facing her sudden long speech, the young man turned his head as if he had no reaction.

His face, which was favored by God... or perhaps some other deity, was enveloped in the sunlight as he made this move.

The dazzling golden light shone on the desolate ruins of cement and steel, and also shone into his broad eyes.

"Thank you." Moses said meekly, somewhat confused. "Superman will be happy."

Then the deep blue sky that Louise loved so much cleared up again.

**

"I have an interview, Clark," Louise said to Moses after get off work one day. "Would you like to come with me?"

"Ah?" Moses and her were squeezed in the rush hour crowd, looking down at the news on their mobile phones. The hot headline a few days ago was that the invader General Zod was imprisoned in the phantom space by Kryptonian technology, but today he turned into a metal man and was subdued by enthusiastic citizens and sent to prison. The enthusiastic citizen turned his head and said, "Isn't I an intern? I can choose not to follow you?"

"Not really. The main thing is that the person we are interviewing is Lex Luther." She looked confused. "You probably don't want to see him, right?"

"…you said it as if you would."

The Daily Planet is an old rival of the Lex Group.

"Editor Perry has already assigned the tasks, and one of us has to go. Or I have a job to do, which is to visit foster children in the Philadelphia branch. What do you think?"

"That sounds good, but is it really okay for you to go to LexCorp by yourself?"

"I'm an adult, Clark." Lois laughed, "And I'm in Metropolis, and Metropolis has Superman."

"—Avoid lead." Moses said seriously, "If you encounter danger, call Superman's name."

"I'll keep that in mind."

She sent the list of families to be interviewed and their addresses to Clark Kent's mailbox, and the two separated at the intersection. After Moses made sure that no one was paying attention, he rushed home, took a shower, and lay on the bed, holding up the printed list and estimating the time it would take to walk from the beginning to the end using normal transportation.

Metropolis has been peaceful lately, and there haven't been any disasters in the world that would require Superman to appear, so he decides to give himself a short vacation before Luthor causes trouble again.

Both of Batman's identities often reside in Gotham. Since the day he appeared, Superman has been running between Metropolis and the universe. Occasionally he goes to other cities to save people, but he is always in a hurry. This is the first time in a long time that he has traveled in the way of ordinary people.

Philadelphia is located in eastern Pennsylvania. It has an excellent geographical location, prosperous business, and a strong academic atmosphere. Its only disadvantage is that its public security is not very good - but this minor problem is common in the free and equal America. Moses, who has seen the style of Gotham, adapted well.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes walked on the sidewalk at a moderate pace with an earphone hanging on one ear. He spoke into the microphone of the earphone from time to time. Passersby were used to it and didn't even look at him twice.

But in fact, his headphones are just for decoration, and the inconspicuous bat-shaped communicator hanging on his collar is the highlight.

"I'm standing at the front door of the University of Pennsylvania," Clark said. "You'll never guess who I just saw."

"Who? Why do you have to call me at this time?" It was not even nine o'clock in the morning, and Bruce Wayne's still slightly sleepy voice reached Superman's ears, "Wait, Pennsylvania, you are in Philadelphia?"

"I'm on a business trip." Superman answered simply, "I took a flight all night and landed at four in the morning."

To be honest, the comfort level of the plane was far less than if he were flying by himself.

But I had to finish the economy class ticket I booked with my own money, even if I had to kneel down.

In the end, Superman even unnoticeably lifted his butt off the seat and floated along with the plane to eliminate the effects of the annoying turbulence.

"God, airlines should frame pictures of Superman. So what's the point?"

"No point, I just think it's boring to stay in one place all the time." The young man said cheerfully, "I think you will have the same idea, so I'll tell you about my travel experience."

"…I was in Metropolis just yesterday."

“It’s different.”

Before Batman could burst into the communicator with a grouchy rage, Superman interrupted again: "I just said that I met a famous person, the one who is currently running against Lex Luthor for the presidential vote."

"Donald Trump." Batman responded immediately, "You met?"

"No, I avoided it. It was just a little bit of a surprise that I turned down the interview with Luther and now I meet someone else who might sit in the White House."

"Next time someone asks you what you think of the US government, just tell them 'Don't look for the president in the trash'."

Superman was amused.

When he smiled sincerely, his handsomeness could not be concealed even by his black-framed glasses. Young people passing by in the morning cast admiring glances at him. A girl who was jogging in the morning was eager to try and told her friend that she wanted his phone number.

The young reporter noticed this and quickly restrained his expression. His back, which had been straight for a moment, became slightly hunched again.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest." He whispered, "You can lie down now and have a good sleep."

"You did it on purpose." Batman said firmly, and stood up from the bed to change clothes. "Who would have thought that Superman would go so far with me?"

Superman said: "I have always been concerned only with myself."

There was no reply from the other side.

But they both understood that the quarrel was over.

Moses arrived at the first house on the list at around ten o'clock. According to the alphabetical order of last name, the full name of the recently adopted child was 'Billy Batson'. According to the system data, the host family that adopted him had already taken in six orphans, ranging in age from elementary school to high school graduates, and Billy Batson was the latest one.

After using his super powers to cheat and confirm that there was someone in the house, Moses went forward and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a young couple opened the door for him.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the Daily Planet." Moses extended his hand to the host. "I made an appointment with you two days ago for an interview. May I ask if Mr. Billy Batson... uh, he's not here?"

When he said this, he realized that he didn't see any minors just now.

"I know about this." Billy's adoptive father, Victor Vasquez, said with a frown, "I'm sorry, we did plan to visit today, and we told Billy in advance. But he had a conflict with another child in school two days ago, and we couldn't contact him after that."

"Running away from home?"

"He will come back." Hostess Rosa said firmly, "We will find him."

“The police didn’t take care of this?”

"It's complicated. This kid has run away from foster families many times. You know, Rosa and I were orphans ourselves, and we understand why they don't want to fit in into a strange environment. But after being fooled a few times, the police are reluctant to get involved. Anyway, Billy has never been in danger."

"I see." Moses nodded thoughtfully, "There's nothing we can do about it. No, I won't go in. I have other work to do." He smiled friendly at the couple who tried to invite him to sit down for a while, "I'll take some time to visit their middle school later, and I'll help keep an eye out for any minors I see. Don't worry, there won't be any problem."

"Thank you very much. Here is the phone number. If you have any clues, please contact us."

He walked away from the old house, which was a little old and small, but very warm, and headed towards the downtown area. While waiting for the bus under an overpass, a billboard hanging above began to broadcast Philadelphia news: "Philadelphia will also welcome its own superhero? We have not yet learned the name or code name of this superhuman, and his abilities are also confusing. But from his action of saving the bus that fell off the overpass, perhaps we don't need to worry about the position issue for the time being..."

Moses fiddled with the navigation on his phone to figure out which stop to get off at, but his hand froze.

He raised his head and pushed his glasses, and happened to see in the video a young man in a red uniform lifting a bus with both hands, with an undisguised look of excitement and shock on his face.

What?

Superman inexplicably began searching for this superhero whose expression looked a little... exaggerated. There were quite a few related photos on Twitter, and there was even a video collection on YouTube, which was probably taken by himself. This guy appeared in various public occasions carefree, such as helping a single lady solve the harassment of a thief late at night, fighting a robber in a convenience store for 300 rounds and buying more than a dozen snacks, and charging the mobile phones of ordinary people passing by while walking in the mall...

Moses' expression gradually became more subtle as he got more information.

This new superhuman is always accompanied by a boy on crutches.

From time to time, he would excitedly explain to passers-by how amazing his companions are.

They seem to be very good friends... er, friends regardless of age?

Although it seems a bit absurd to say it out loud, Moses did not think there was anything wrong with them doing this. Some people are willing to remain anonymous, while others are happy to attract attention. If you must say, not covering your face may increase the chances of getting into trouble.

But there are also many superheroes who openly expose their abilities. Since they themselves don't mind, maybe they have already made preparations.

Superman has a tolerant understanding and support for his peers.

If there is a chance, he will consider saying hello to the other party. But if the situation does not allow, there is still time to get to know each other later.

However, Moses' peace of mind was broken after just half an hour.

His next target for interview lived in a luxury apartment in the city center. Before he could identify which building was the target, a blue glass window above Moses' head was suddenly broken.

The broken glass scattered in the air, reflecting a dazzling white light. Before the people walking on the ground could react, a bald man suddenly jumped down from the roof - and then flew up.

Superman: ???

Where is the vacation you promised me? This is definitely not the daily life of an ordinary reporter.

Before he could find a place to take out his uniform, another familiar figure ran over at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

"Stay away!" The Philadelphia superhero shouted at Moses in a dry and trembling voice, waving his hands vigorously. "Back off! I'm talking to you, the one with the glasses, back off! Don't you see that the glass in the sky is about to fall?!"