[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Attar watched the blond-haired teenager take off his hoodie.

"I'm a Kryptonian," Chris said, "Before, I'm sorry."

The uninvited guest didn't show any embarrassment at all, Atar thought to himself, is it so casual to enter the house these days?

He knew that he should show a little doubt, but in fact, Atar's heart was quite calm.

Not long after he was sent back by Jason, the other party left on the motorcycle again, and specifically told Atar to go to bed early, and he obediently agreed, so he stood on the balcony and looked at Jason's back in a leather jacket disappeared from sight.

Quinn Manor suddenly became quite cold, because in this huge manor, he was probably the only one awake at the moment.

Neither Roy, Connor nor Oliver came back.

He took a look at Peter's room when he took the time, and opened the lock. The other party was sleeping on the bed, his clothes were messed up, but fortunately, he looked very stable. Constantine probably gave him a good dream, so Not too bad.

Atar struggled to help Peter take off his coat and shoes, soaked the towel with water, wiped Peter's face and neck, then stuffed him into the bed, tucked the corners, and returned to his room.

But unexpectedly, when he packed himself up, an unexpected guest came.

The window of his room is facing the forest outside, casting black shadows with claws and claws in the warm orange light of the insulated flower room of Quinn Manor, as if countless monsters are about to step into his safe area-then Chris came .

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows has been completely shattered, and all the night wind has poured in, blowing Chris' hair into a mess, making the scrutiny in his eyes even more impossible to hide, so obvious.

Chris originally put his hands in his pockets, but at this moment he pulled out his hands and handed Attar a green test tube liquid.

This must be a reward from the system, perhaps brought by Damian.

Thinking this way, out of a subtle sense of closeness to the Kryptonian species, Atar unsuspectingly reached out and took the other party's tube of liquid.

Originally, he thought Chris would leave immediately, but the other party took another step towards him, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him without blinking, and Atal looked back inexplicably.

His glasses have been taken off, so that's his real face now, and Chris just stares at him.

"You are very similar." He concluded after observing.

"Superman?" Attar asked.

Chris nodded: "It's also very similar to Damian."

As soon as he said this, Atal suddenly remembered his previous introduction and asked, "Are you here because of Damian?"

Chris tilted his head to look at Atal, with a yellow sports headband tied on his forehead, making him look more energetic, like the most popular school girl on campus: "...Nor Come on, I want to see you."

He's Damian's partner, yes, but it's not what Damian made him do.

Chris is just used to listening... He was trained by his original father, General Zod, as the best fighter on Krypton, so he can do it far deeper than Superman can imagine, almost to the point where it makes Superman feel uneasy the point.

His mind wanders easily when he's alone because he always feels lonely and alone among humans.

Unlike Superman who adopted him, Superman was raised on Earth as a child, so he accepts it all well...

But Chris is different. He was born in the Phantom Zone, which is a place where killing fanatics are held, and his father was once Krypton's top military officer. Chris was raised as the future ruler.

He listened to the sounds of the whole earth, the distant sound of waves lapping the sand, the whisper of a mid-air feather rubbing against the air, the whispering of human conversation...

And those dark voices that some Superman won't listen to, or even ignore.

Of course Chris heard the conversation between Damian and Atal, and also knew what happened to him. He captured everything he could hear, like looking for a life-saving plank in the tide.

So here he is.

Chris' expression didn't change, like it was a matter of course, he wanted to come, so he came.

Atal silently glanced at the broken glass: "..."

Pretty hardcore way of seeing.

But considering that the other party is a pure Kryptonian, let's just expose this matter.

"Superman didn't notice you, but I did." Chris smiled, his smile was very shallow, only a small dimple appeared, and then disappeared on his cheeks immediately, "...he sometimes behaves unexpectedly and carelessly. "

He used "you" in his sentence, apparently while Superman was being rushed and distracted, the Kryptonian boy caught him talking to Lionel and probably knew everything—

However, Attar had a hunch, and he didn't tell Superman.

Chris lowered his head, and the happy elements on his face quickly slipped away with the moonlight.

His appearance seemed a little melancholy, but it had to be said that it was quite pleasing to the eye, and people with good looks had this natural advantage.

The silence was unnerving, Atal thought, and he needed to say something to break it.

"You don't look like Superman," he said suddenly.

As soon as he finished saying this sentence, he regretted it. He disliked his eloquence like never before, and was very annoyed to want the time to go back to 1 minute ago.

Chris froze for a moment before saying, "Yes, my original surname is Zod, and Superman is not my biological father."

There is nothing strange about him saying such words, because this is the fact, and it is impossible to change it no matter what, the evil blood is flowing in his veins, making him do uncontrollable things.

At the same time, Chris's attitude was very calm, and he obviously didn't mind him mentioning this, which made Atal's annoyance gradually disappear.

In all fairness, Chris was a pretty good-looking boy, especially with his distinctive golden-red hair.

Totally different from Roy's red hair.

His red hair showed a slight spark in the place where the moonlight was shining, and when the wind blew, it became brighter like real paper burning.

It is deeper than Superman's light blue eyes. When Chris looks at a person, you will feel the sense of the extended sky of the universe, as if countless stars have fallen into his eyes, which is unique to the universe sky. Navy blue.

The Kryptonian's super vision can indeed see the planets outside the earth, so when he looks at you distractedly, he is not necessarily looking at you, but staring at the magnificent scene that humans cannot see.

But Chris was really looking at him right now.

"Don't you need it?" He asked, pointing to the potion in Atar's hand, "It's very helpful for you."

Atar was stunned for a moment, then uncorked the reagent bottle and drank it down.

Immediately, a strange taste filled the mouth, like cherry soda with salt, indescribably unpleasant and pungent.

He's on the verge of throwing up reflexively, but suddenly Chris puts his hand over his mouth and lets him swallow.

The reagent took effect very quickly, and almost immediately, Atar felt his body burn.

His body was cold and hot for a while, and the painful feeling seemed to tear him in two, but because of the non-human genes in his body, his wounds healed quickly, so he could only be tortured like this repeatedly .

Atal held his hand, Chris let him tighten his fingers because of the pain, his expression didn't change in any way.

"It gives you good dreams."

Could it be that the suppression of blood vessels mentioned by the system means...

Is it the influence of those non-human blood in his body?

Atal was full of doubts, but at the moment he didn't have the energy to ask, and could barely cope with the pain in his body.

In a trance, he felt that Chris's hand was colder than his own, as if he was holding a whole piece of solid ice at the top of a snow mountain, almost scratching his palm.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Chris held his hand instead, preventing him from retreating forcefully.

"It's good for you, I got it from the League of Assassins." Chris said, his voice was still so calm, as if everything happened in his expectation, "You are in pain in your sleep, this probably it works."

The words "League of Assassins" leaked from Chris's words, and Atal caught it keenly.

"...Damian didn't ask you to come," he said with difficulty, tightening his grip, "Chris..."

"Yeah." Chris admitted frankly, letting Atar hold his hand, "I did it myself."

Chris is very good at listening... So after he paid attention to Atal, he knew everything that happened to him, and inexplicably developed a sense of intimacy...

Unlike Lionel's superficial, self-righteous sense of belonging, Chris has a deeper connection to Attar, which is why he does so much.

Those so-called "Old Dominators" who were sealed, claimed in some apocalypses that they were advanced species from alien planets. However, they were trapped on the earth and could only dream of eternal dreams for thousands of years. .

However, wait for the stars to reach a suitable node, their appointed people will break the seal, everything will rise from the bottom of the sea, and it will be the day when the world will be destroyed.

Chris is very interested in the higher species of alien planets, which always reminds him of his identity subtly.

So Atal is different...they are all monsters walking the world.

"Use your body more carefully... If you can't solve it, call my name," Chris said, touching his sweaty forehead.

He thought for a while: "Don't get hurt, I like you this time, so I will help you."

"Lionel..." Attar said.

"Ah, a half-Kryptonian." Chris didn't speak contemptuously, he just stated the truth calmly.

Indeed, he is qualified to say such a thing.

Because only he and Superman are pure Kryptonians on this planet, and in a sense, his genes are even better than Superman.

After all, when he was born, his father, General Zod, adjusted his fighting and brain genes to the best state, while Superman was born naturally.

"See you next time." He took off the hair tie, tied it on Atar's wrist with one hand, tied it in a knot, and spoke clearly, "Do you remember?"

Chris spoke as if it was a matter of course, as if his voice fell, this matter must be accepted.

After all, he's Damian's Kryptonian sidekick.

There is no doubt that it will also be the "Superman" of the future.

A boy like Damian, who is so competitive and born with the name "Conquer", wants the best of everything, the best Robin, the only Batman, the perfect partner, So he won the strongest peer Chris.

And Chris never disappoints.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

After saying these words, Chris let go of Atar's hand, walked towards the window, put on the sweater hat again, looked back at him, and then turned his gaze back.

"...Looking forward to seeing you in Metropolis."

Then, the figure of the Kryptonian boy disappeared in the Quinn Manor, leaving only the rustling leaves and the wind.

And Atal really fell asleep after he left, and for the first time did not return to that weird town.

——This is a sweet, rare dream.

It was also a gift from Chris from Metropolis