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

Under the blowing of the icy night wind, Superman is constantly rising, shuttling between the clouds.

Atal felt that the air around him gradually became humid and thin, he couldn't help shivering, and shrank into Superman's arms.

The next moment, a red cloak with an "s" on it fell on him, wrapping him tightly and bringing him warmth, Superman's voice sounded above his head: "Is it uncomfortable? "

The reason Clark asks this is because he's not sure if Atal inherited his superpowers like his facial features, he's never dealt with such a thing, and he doesn't even know what Atal went through.

How did he show up?

For the first time Clark hated himself for not being omniscient.

When the other party asked him to leave, his mind went blank, and then appeared in the air the next moment, without knowing what he was doing.

They didn't leave Star City for the time being, but the people on the ground couldn't see their figures between the clouds.

Like a little squirrel, Atal peeled off the corner of the red cloak, revealing a pair of eyes, looking at the infinitely distant city below them, above their heads, a plane buzzed and passed by, with signal lights flashing.

At this moment, Star City could no longer make out those streets, only the bright light at the top of the iconic Quinn Building was left, so obvious, it fell into the city like a falling star.

He looked away just in time to meet Superman's baby-like pure blue eyes looking at him, and they met.

If they look at all this from a third-person perspective at this moment, they will find that this moment is like looking in a mirror. There is no doubt that this is a pair of similar eyes, and no one will mistake the relationship between them.

Superman was at a loss for words, he had never faced such a situation, all he could do was to tighten his arms around Atar, give him a warm embrace in the high air, and cautiously did not utter a word.

"Superman, I..."

Atal's words just started, Clark stopped his explanation and shook his head at him.

Now is not a good place to talk, if possible, he will ask at the right time, Clark is not so unreasonable, asking a child in mid-air.

"Would you like to go to the Justice League with me first?" Clark asked, with a tone of convincing in his words that was Superman speaking to him, "I didn't know you wanted me to take you to where to go, but..."

Superman's words stopped suddenly, as if he was listening to someone's voice speaking to him.

As time passed, Clark's expression gradually changed.

Atal had only awakened his super hearing a few minutes ago, so he couldn't locate it as accurately as Superman, so he didn't know who was talking to him, so that Superman showed that expression.

He tried to listen with his ears, but the super hearing seemed to be turned off.

The next moment, Superman looked at Atar in his arms, and asked doubtfully, "How did you know Chris?"

Atal: "..."

It turned out that the speaker was Chris.

It was the blond and redheaded Kryptonian boy that hardcore crashed into his room and gave him a sweet dream.

Atar remembered the other party's dark blue eyes and indifferent attitude, this is an unforgettable boy.

Not to mention, the yellow headband Chris had tied around his hand was still in his pocket.

And if he remembers correctly, Chris is the adopted son of Superman.

He didn't know how to explain it for a while, because Chris was like a cloud passing by suddenly, and he didn't know how Chris knew him, and why he came to him.

He even said that he would help.

Obviously, Chris also knows what happened here, and now, he seems to be asking Superman for something, telling him something, probably related to Atal.

Therefore, the expression on Superman's face is very tangled,

Superman looked at Atal's face again. It was a facial feature he had seen in a dream, only a little older than then, but he could tell it was the same person, which made his heart soften slightly.

...and at the same time, his head started to ache.

Anyone could see at a glance that Attar must have something to do with him and Bruce, or worse, as if he and Bruce had had a child.

But Superman is sure that Kryptonians are not capable of having children.

…………I think should not be?

My God, what the hell happened, and the more Clark thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

He didn't dare to think too much.

But Clark has never been a reckless person. He can't deliver all the trust when he is not sure about Attar's identity, so... the Mets are not the first choice.

That's why he said go to the Justice League.

But Chris begged him, "Please, Father, promise me."

"I'll take care of him," Chris said softly, "please."

This was the thing that surprised him the most, because it was the first time Chris had spoken to him in a requesting tone, and it was so sincere.

As if it was so important, so important that he was willing to break his own line.

Chris had always been a good boy in front of him and never asked for anything, so Clark couldn't refuse his rare request, which meant he couldn't have any other option but to agree.

Although it means that there are some things he has to face, and accept, even...

Well, cough, face it.

"Would you like to go to Metropolis with me?"

Superman changed the wording, changed the place, and he still didn't dare to look at Atal's face.

"...my apartment." He continued, looking at Atal, waiting for him to make a decision, "Although it's not as good as the Quinn Manor, but... at this time, I won't say much boasting. "

Then, Superman looked at him with some trepidation, forcing himself to look directly at Atal.

He should at least show respect, and Atal is now a responsibility to him anyway.

At least Superman took the first step, not looking too embarrassed under those eyes.

Although he didn't know why Chris would help him, and then said something that made Superman change his mind, Atal still chose to nod kindly and decided to hang out with Superman for a while.

No one brings more security than Superman.

After all, if Superman can't solve the crisis, then probably no one in the world can.

The next moment, Superman hugged him and started to fly. Considering Atal's body, he slowed down.

Although this was also very quick, at least Attar was not so uncomfortable. In the end, it took them almost an hour and a half to return to the Metropolis.

Superman landed silently on the balcony of an apartment somewhere in a high-rise in the Metropolis.

The room was lit with a warm orange-yellow light, and it looked extraordinarily warm. It didn't look like a vigilante's home at all, but more like an ordinary person's room.

Immediately after they touched the ground, the balcony door was pulled open, and the figure of Chris rubbing his eyes appeared in front of the two of them.

He only wore a baggy T-shirt and shorts, with a casual look at home, but unexpectedly looked even better.

"I left the light for you." Chris said vaguely, he looked a little loose, his hair was a little messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed, and he looked a little sleepy.

It was completely different from the first time Atal saw him, which made him unable to help but stare at Chris for a while, until the other party put down his hands rubbing his eyes and smiled at him without any suspicion.

"Like I said, you're welcome to the Met," Chris said.

He acted like he knew it would happen, causing Clark to look around at his adopted son, not understanding what was going on, which made Chris chuckle.

He walks up to his adoptive father, Superman, holding out his hand while yawning.

"Leave it to me? Father, you have to go back to Star City."

Clark went to Star City as a small reporter, and it was impossible for him to teleport back to Metropolis after the turmoil occurred.

So at this time he still needs to fly back, pretend that he never left, and be frightened and return to the hotel early.

Chris took Atal, who was tightly wrapped in a red cloak, from Clark. His hands were strong and steady, as if he was worthy of anyone's support.

Although in reality, he is only at the age of puberty.

This performance made Clark swallow the words he was about to ask again.

"...Chris," he struggled for a while, but still didn't say anything, and then he put his hand on the shoulder of his adopted son, "When I come back, take care of him first."

"Well, be careful."

Chris's words softened Clark's heart. As a superman, he rarely heard words such as being careful and safe, so Chris was a very special family member in his heart.

"I'm leaving, you get along well."

The voice fell, and Superman flew up again.

His figure quickly disappeared into the night, and now the balcony was silent again, leaving only Atar and Chris.

The former was wrapped in a red cloak like a big red caterpillar, looking so cute that Chris couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile.

He felt a little strange, because for the first time there was a boy who also had the ability of Krypton beside him.

It's not the same as Chris taking care of the superpowers, because the team members don't share as many secrets.

Atal tried to free himself from the red cloak, but wrapped himself up and made a mess.

In the end, it was Chris who stretched out his hand and helped him untie the knot, so that he could get out successfully.

"Thank you," Atal said.

Chris brought him into the living room, the TV was playing a piece of news, Atar glanced at the TV, it was from Star City.

"A riot broke out at Quinn's corporate banquet..."

Then the footage was broadcast to the point where Connor left the table in full view, and Attar stared intently at the TV, hoping for more information.

But the next moment, the TV screen went black.

Chris put down the remote control and said against the puzzled eyes cast by him: "Instead of worrying here, why don't you call them back yourself, since just now, your phone has been ringing non-stop."

It was only then that Atar realized that he took out his mobile phone belatedly. Sure enough, there were already many missed calls.

He looked through the records with trepidation, most of them were from Oliver, and the rest were from Peter and a call from Bruce.

Although the last person's phone call surprised him, the person he most wanted to see at the moment did not call.

Atal thought he had read it wrong. He looked through the communication records several times, but he didn't see any missed calls from Connor, Roy, and Jason, which made his mood drop instantly.

...Could it be that they are unwilling to forgive him?

He hangs his head in place like a dejected puppy, catching Chris's glance.

"Don't think about it," Chris said, his voice was firm, as if a source of strength had injected Attar's heart, "They care about you very much, so you have to work harder to become stronger, and don't let what happened today happen again. "

Then, Chris went to the sofa and dragged several pillows, rolled up a small blanket a few times, walked into the room, and not long after, he appeared in front of Atal again.

"Go to bed first, and we'll talk about the phone tomorrow, okay?" He said, with a hint of fatigue in his tone, "Sorry, there are only two rooms on the Metropolitan side, you can sleep on my bed."

"What about you?" Atar came back to his senses and asked.

Chris pointed to the sofa, the meaning was obvious.

"Go to bed early," before Atar could continue to speak, Chris was already lying on the sofa, rubbing his face against the blanket, and said softly like a cat, "See you tomorrow, I will teach you how to control your power, and then... ..."

His voice was getting lower and lower.

"Well... together with Damian, go to Lex Group... and get your genetic composition report."

Damian...?

"Okay." Atar had no reason to refuse.

Then he heard the sound of the system.

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Bloodline Secret]

Chris was obviously going to sleep, he was very tired, maybe he was busy with some of his own things today, and Atal's breathing was involuntarily lightened.

Atal originally wanted to say that it doesn't matter if all boys sleep together, but Chris never gave him this chance.

In the end, he struggled for a while, then went to Chris' room and pulled out the stack of blankets, put it on Chris again, tucked the corners of the quilt to prevent him from catching a cold, and said, "Good night."

Chris said "hmm", and the corners of his mouth curled up: "...Good night, Atal."

Good dream