I become light in American comics

Wayne Manor, underground.

Alfred walked downstairs along the newly built spiral escalator, and was not surprised to find Bruce sitting in front of the computer in his bat suit again, typing something on the keyboard.

"It's good to see that the entrance is decorated. But in case you forgot, I have to remind you that the last time you returned to the manor from the Batcave was last week." Alfred said.

"The manor is Bruce Wayne's home, and Bruce Wayne is just the mask of Batman." Bruce said expressionlessly, "I'm fine here."

Alfred did not refute directly, only shrugged: "It seems that the next generation of the Wayne family will inherit a moldy and empty house."

After a pause, he muttered again.

"It sounds like there will be a next generation."

Bruce seemed to have long been accustomed to the butler's naturally venomous tongue and didn't take it to heart. The words "Giant" and "Ultraman" were displayed on the Batcomputer screen again, which was obviously a continuation of the incident in the playground last night.

The man who had been on TV before was now excitedly accepting an interview: "I told you, I told you a long time ago! He must be some kind of god, sent to punish the evil-ridden Gotham City! The end of Gotham is coming. Got it!"

Alfred watched silently from behind for a while and said, "I heard that those children were finally rescued by this, er, giant of unknown origin.

Maybe that means he's friendly? "

Bruce was silent for a moment and said: "We can't draw a conclusion so quickly, Alfred. We don't know his origin, purpose and specific abilities."

"View everything with suspicion, I remember you emphasized that, Master."

Alfred seemed used to this. His young master is always obsessed with casting protagonists. He once saw Bruce editing a file project on the Batcomputer "How to counterattack if the zombie virus breaks out". The same file also included but was not limited to "What if Gotham was destroyed" Projects including "Flooded" and "What If Aliens Invaded".

At that time, Alfred had a lump stuck in his throat. He held it in for a long time and finally couldn't spit it out.

Forget it, as long as the young master is happy.

He had a hunch that if there were less than 3,000 entries in this file, he might not be able to download them. When an outsider sees him, he will definitely judge at first glance that Young Master Wayne is completely insane.

Bruce stood up again and put on his helmet.

Alfred frowned: "Are you going out again?"

"The Riddler is almost at the end of his rope, now is no time to relax." He walked towards the Batmobile.

"But you haven't slept in three days."

"My current limit is one week, and I'm in pretty good shape right now."

As he spoke, the man jumped into the Batmobile and rushed out with the roar of the engine.

Alfred couldn't help but sigh quietly as he walked away from the Batmobile.

He had a strange feeling, as if he was watching Bruce, the young man who was as close to him as flesh and blood, embark on a road of no return.

"Don't be picky about food."

Shen You suddenly turned around and looked sternly at Kara, who was secretly picking out the green peppers.

Kara's little face turned red and she said quibly: "I just put it aside and eat it later."

Shen You stared at her expressionlessly for a moment

".Okay, sorry."

Kara obediently put the green pepper back into the bowl and started eating it honestly.

The old wizard at the table looked at her with a smile, and handed a piece of salmon from his plate to Kara's plate.

Kara showed an expression of joy, her face flushed: "Thank you, grandpa!"

The old wizard smiled and nodded, stroking his beard with satisfaction.

Over the past few days, he has grown fonder of this cute and lively little girl. He has guarded the temple for nine thousand years, and many of the emotions he had as a human have slowly faded away.

Now that my mana has declined and I have to retire, I actually found something I had lost in this small cafe on the corner.

The thing called "home" that was buried in his memory nine thousand years ago.

The weather has been getting cooler these past two days. Gotham is already a relatively humid place, and the cold air will soon follow the season.

But the strange thing is that even if the weather turns cold, Shen You still finds that the ladies who visit the coffee shop every day are all dressed in cool clothes, showing shoulders, arms and long legs, and sometimes some bottomless mystery can be vaguely seen. The gully, those who didn’t know, thought it was where the fabric was placed.

For a time, Shen You was very impressed.

No, I'm Ultraman and I'm not afraid of regular low temperatures. Why aren't you guys afraid either?

Street writer Tom even expressed his willingness to kneel down for the ladies. He felt that this was a great act and a contribution to world peace. However, his ability was limited and he could only do his meager part to warm up the young ladies in the cold world with his fiery eyes.

Kara's language talent is also really good. I don’t know if it’s with the help of the awakening super brain, but following Shen You these days, I can basically communicate with him simply without using telepathy.

Sometimes Carla would be envious when she saw other little girls coming to the store carrying their schoolbags to eat simple meals and drink coffee after school.

She once tugged on Shen You's sleeve, looked at him eagerly, and said, "I want to go to school too."

Shen You thought for a while and said that there is nothing wrong with it if you really want to. But at least you have to speak fluently, and you have to control your super powers well. We don't want you to get hot and blind the teacher when you get excited, right?

So Kara flattened her mouth and continued to practice speaking unhappily.

"This is where Li-Bago and Aliha hit the wall?"

A tall man stood on the streets of Gotham, looking at the hurried pedestrians around him and frowning slightly.

Weak.

That was the first word that came to his mind.

The level of civilization is primitive and backward, the level of science and technology is stretched, the racial talent is stretched, and the physical fitness is as weak as a reed.

"How did those two idiots end up in a place like this?" The man was puzzled.

"Maybe there is another mystery."

It was the woman beside him who spoke.

An unforgettable woman, you can most likely recognize her at a glance even if you have seen her once, even from a distance in a crowd. But what most people can remember may not be her face, but the cluster of peaks and mountains, which look like ridges from the side and peaks from the side.

Although the face is considered prominent, it is just not that eye-catching compared with the figure. Even after most people have seen her, when they think back, there is only one word left in their minds: big. When it comes to what it looks like specifically, I can't remember it.

It's so big that it can even have a confusing effect like Superman's glasses.

The woman ignored the sideways glances of passers-by and leaned lazily on the man: "The two of them may be idiots, but at least they are idiots with some ability. On a planet with a civilization level of only three, since they will fall here, it must mean that they are not It’s as simple as it seems.”

The man nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Let's keep a low profile first and try to locate the Krypton girl's whereabouts."

"That's not in a hurry."

The woman chuckled lightly, and her whole body coiled up like a water snake, so close that she was even squeezed out of shape.

"It's been a long journey and the journey is tiring. Let's take a break first and have a good time before getting down to business."

The man was startled: "Didn't you have a happy time before you came here?"

"That was before I came here. In another place, the environment is different and the mood is different. Maybe the happiness is also different?" The woman blinked.

"Right."

The man smiled.

"Then let's be happy first."