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

Chris was awakened by a sudden noise.

It was as if something hit the wall and then knocked over his bookshelf, and he was always alert, so he woke up immediately.

Chris looked forward silently, the curtains of the balcony were forgot to draw, so he could see that the cold air in the middle of the night stained the glass door with a layer of hoarfrost, and the stars in the sky not far away were deep and deep, like diamond embellishments.

He rubbed his temples, and glanced at the electronic watch on the TV in the living room. Its time was set at three o'clock in the morning, which was still late at night.

Chris sighed, then lifted the blanket, got up from the sofa, his consciousness gradually returned to his brain, he remembered...

There is one more person in the family, Atal Quinn, and the other person is in his room.

A few hours earlier, his adoptive father, Superman, had granted his request and brought him to Metropolis.

Chris said that he would take good care of him, so he will do it, no matter how hard he works. In short, Atal is now the person Chris wants to protect.

So after a brief moment of confusion, he put on his slippers and walked to his room.

Chris reached out and knocked on the door of the room. He wanted to wait for the other party to respond. After all, it was a matter of politeness, but he was surprised to find that the door of the room was not locked. After a creak, he opened it by himself.

Then, Chris saw the scene inside the house.

He saw that his bookshelf had collapsed, and all the books were scattered on the ground, but this was not the worst, because he could see the small objects in his room flying in mid-air.

Like some kind of magic has been cast, floating around the brunette teenager like a planet around the sun.

Chris noticed that there was a faint black light around them, which is the characteristic of magic.

And Atar himself was also floating in the air, his whole body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist.

Chris felt that it was a little tricky. He just bent down to pick up his books, and the next moment they flapped their wings and flew away from his hand, like a bird struggling out of the cage, and joined the circle around Atal. in the planetary belt.

Atal himself is still rising, it is hard to say whether he will float to the ceiling.

Chris was amused by the sight, but also took it for granted.

Atar was different from the pure Kryptonians who had zero resistance to magic. This guy was destined to have the talent for dark magic from the beginning, which was another reason why Constantine would intervene.

Just when Chris was thinking about what to do, Atar rolled over uncomfortably in mid-air and said something in his sleep.

"...the stars, the universe."

He heard such words from his lips, and he didn't know what he dreamed of.

Chris hesitated for a moment, he left the messy room, then floated up, approaching Atar in mid-air, and observed the other's expression at the moment.

The surrounded little sun frowned, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, he didn't look like he was having a sweet dream.

His heart softened, and then he stretched out his hand in mid-air, like a dull person picking a star, trying to put aside the floating debris and hug Atar.

The room was weightless, and he was almost like an astronaut walking in space to get close to a satellite called Atal.

But the moment Chris' hand touched Atar, the black mist on his body disappeared, as if disturbed by an external force, and then returned to his body.

Atar also lost the power to float in an instant, and fell heavily on Chris, entrusting all the weight to him.

Chris let out a muffled grunt, and was caught off guard by Atar and pushed him down on the bed.

His back sank into the soft mattress, and Atal fell on top of him, Chris shielding him from the impact of the fall.

Those things that were also floating in mid-air fell down like rain, and Chris quickly turned over and pressed Atal under him, letting those things fall on him.

Moments later, Chris and Atal were overwhelmed with books and clutter, and a small mountain piled up on the bed.

After letting out a helpless sigh, Chris flipped open the books, and they fell under the bed with a clattering sound, revealing his thin, teenage body.

Chris freed himself from the pile of debris, leaving Attar lying on the spot. The other party didn't know what he had done, but his hair was messed up, and his expression was not as painful as before. It's just that Chris really Unfortunately, his room was in disarray, like a gale blowing.

He stared at Atar's sleeping face for a while, then got up from the soft bed, and began to organize his room, restoring everything to its original state.

Chris tidied up for almost an hour, and finally made his room look less chaotic, but he still broke a few pots of succulents, scratched several rock and roll collection CDs, and his basketball didn't know How did it collapse, and a guitar string broke.

...Is this revenge for breaking the glass in Atar's room in the Quinn Manor earlier?

Thinking of this, Chris stretched out his hand to poke Atar's soft cheek, and the other's face leaned against the pillow that Chris had stuffed in, revealing only a small half of his delicate facial features...

He really looks like Superman, especially from this angle, which makes Chris feel very novel.

But unexpectedly, Atar's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

This made Chris's hand that touched his face freeze in place, suddenly a little at a loss, as if he didn't know what he had done, subconsciously put his hands behind his back, and took a big step back, quite deceiving.

Why didn't he wake up from the big commotion just now, he just reached out and touched his cheek, and then...

Chris quickly adjusted his expression.

Atal sat up in confusion, he looked around subconsciously, and then saw Chris looking down at him not far away, he was startled.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It's nothing, you're having a nightmare," Chris said, "so I'll see what I can do to help you."

Atal didn't suspect him, because Chris didn't seem like the type to lie.

"Thank you." He stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple, recalling what dream he had before, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Atal felt that the dream in his memory was vague, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, and could only see the color of melted ice cream.

It can't be said to be chaotic, and even the colors are too bright, as if drinks of different tastes are fused together to form a sweet stream.

But he felt a suffocating coldness, as if something wanted to forcibly pollute this warm color, and he was fighting hard against it, not to allow it to fill his entire dream.

He had a hunch that if he really let it go his way, something bad might happen.

But then, when he woke up, he saw Chris standing by his bed, his features were innocent and beautiful in the dim light.

Atar has never felt that he is a person who judges people by their appearance, but... to be honest, it still has a little influence.

At present, the peers he meets all have a prosperous and beautiful face. It is hard to say whether it is because of this reason that Atal can't get angry with them, and Chris is undoubtedly the best among them, so Atal is really angry with them. He has good senses.

He felt a little guilty for a while, stared at Chris's face, and secretly took a few more breaths.

This is not good, Atar said in his heart, you are simply too superficial.

But he couldn't help but look at Chris again, this might be Yangou's last struggle.

And Chris' slightly suspicious eyes made Atar feel even more ashamed, but they are all boys, so it doesn't really matter much, right?

So he looked at Chris a few more times, and thought with admiration, the genes of the Kryptonians are so good that they are terrible in terms of appearance.

Chris obviously misunderstood Atar's performance, thinking that he was still worried about the nightmare, so he paused, and tentatively asked: "...can't sleep?"

"It doesn't count." Atar thought for a while and said, "What about you?"

He also just said one sentence, but Chris made further guesses: he might have really had a nightmare, but he couldn't tell about his fear.

It's a bit tricky, Chris thought with a wink, he had no experience with it, because his partner Damian was clearly not the type to need reassurance.

So he thought hard, and then asked hesitantly: "Oh...do you want to go out and see Metropolis?"

"Okay...wait a minute, what?" Atar was stunned, "What?"

...He means, go out now?

Chris repeated it good-naturedly: "Metropolis. Her nights are no worse than Gotham and Star City."

I don't know what Attar's performance made Chris mistakenly think that he agreed with this decision, so he dropped another sentence.

"Wear thick clothes, it will be cold, take mine."

Although Atar was still confused, he subconsciously followed what Chris said. He took out a thick coat from the closet and put it on his body, and then Chris helped him zip it up to the point under his eyes. The location almost completely wraps Atar.

...Like a ball, Atal thought silently, the kind that falls when pushed.

He couldn't bend down at all, so he could only put on his sneakers and let the laces loose on the ground.

Unexpectedly, when Chris glanced at him, he knelt down on one knee and squatted down. Atal was startled, and quickly said, "No need, no need, I won't fall over."

But Chris had already tied his shoelaces for him very naturally, and after he stood up again, he even straightened Attar's curled up hat again.

Atal was flattered, but Chris didn't seem to take this action seriously at all, which made him hesitant to speak, and was so entangled that he couldn't say more words of gratitude.

Because he had a hunch that if he said thank you again, Chris would definitely give him a strange look.

Then, Chris went to the living room to change his clothes and put on his shoes.

After returning to Atal's side, Chris thought about it, and Atal can't fly now.

Chris is Damian's partner, and Damian is also an ordinary person, and every time they go on a mission, Damian will use his bat props to keep up with Chris's pace.

Occasionally, when he forgot to bring props, Chris would carry him or the princess. He wondered if Atal would accept it.

As if seeing what Chris was thinking, Attar said: "My props are with Peter Parker, you should know who he is."

The Green Arrows and Bats are ordinary people, so they both have some small toys.The difference is that they use archery, and different arrows have different uses. Some of them can shoot hooks, and they should be able to keep up with Chris's progress, so as not to be left behind.

He didn't really mind how Chris took him flying, but if possible, he would rather act on his own than be hugged around all the time.

Chris silently glanced at his tightly wrapped body: "..."

Atal: "..."

Yes, forget that he is a ball now, and may not move flexibly.

"Actually, I'm not that afraid of the cold," Attar said, trying to take off his coat, "I think it's still..."

The next moment, his voice stopped hoarse, because Chris squatted down in front of him and motioned him to lie on his back.

Attar was speechless.

At this moment, he clearly felt Chris's kindness. He took care of his self-esteem and did not adopt the princess hug.

Although his first appearance was unconventional, not only ruined his and Roy, Connor's autograph, but also broke the glass, but Chris obviously didn't have any malice towards him, not to mention, he also sent him a sweet dream .

"It's very kind of you, Chris."

Atar subconsciously sighed, he no longer hesitated, and threw himself on Chris's back.

He tightened his arms around his neck, who let out a smirk at his sudden childish behavior.

Seriously, Chris is surrounded by peers who treat him with a lot of respect and never cross the line because he's that "nearly perfect Kryptonian boy" and few people will rely on acting so obviously, so he feels slightly Subtle and novel.

Sometimes, Chris wonders how Damian's family of siblings gets along.

After all, even if Superman is his adoptive father, although there is warmth between them, there is also some imperceptible sense of distance between them, so he doesn't know how relatives get along with each other.

... Could this be the so-called feeling of being an older brother?

Chris is like Columbus discovering the New World, experiencing this strange feeling for the first time, as if a warm current slipped through his heart, making him feel a little joy.

——Like, not bad?

"Hmm..." Chris stood up, and he pushed open the glass door of the balcony with one hand, cleared the mist on it, flew out lightly, and hugged Attar tightly again, "Since I can't sleep , let's go there and chat about your information."

He added: "It just so happens that I can tell you all the information I know."

"Where?" Atal put his face on his shoulder and asked curiously.

"A high platform overlooking the metropolis, my secret base." Chris said, Atal put his hands around his neck and hugged him tightly, the night wind blew his cheeks, but Chris couldn't feel the cold, "You'll love it there."