On the way, they ran into Diana.
Diana was stunningly beautiful. With just a short walk down the street, she drew every eye, leaving no one able to look away.
Whoever stood before her instantly seed dull in comparison. She was simply too beautiful.
Her beauty didn’t just inspire admiration and envy—it could even stir jealousy.
At that mont, Barbara stood in front of Diana with an unhappy expression, seemingly speaking to her about sothing.
Diana’s bright eyes held a trace of indulgence, but she said nothing, which only made Barbara seem more aggressive and unpleasant.
When they noticed Diana and Barbara, Diana and Barbara also noticed Lorien, Gwen, and Wanda.
The three of them were well-known throughout the city.
After all, no one dared to open a psychological clinic in Gotham City—least of all in the city center.
And no one could run such a clinic for this long without coming to harm.
Nor could anyone stroll down the streets so openly while constantly being watched.
Even now, many eyes still spied on them from the shadows.
The mont Barbara saw Wanda and Gwen, her expression eased.
As they approached, she even smiled and said to them, "I’ve been aning to visit you, but Gotham’s been too busy lately. I haven’t had the ti. This must be your boyfriend, Lorien, right? Hello, I’m Barbara."
"Hello, I’m Lorien Su."
Seeing Barbara extend her hand, Lorien reached out his own.
Barbara seed uneasy, perhaps even worried.
She wondered if her earlier attitude had left a bad impression and whether they would hold it against her. With this in mind, she kept sneaking glances at Lorien and the others.
But none of them showed the slightest displeasure.
Instead, Gwen took Barbara’s wrist and asked, "Did sothing happen between you and Miss Diana?"
"Nothing. We just ran into each other and talked for a bit."
Barbara’s tone was flat, clearly unwilling to explain further.
Since she didn’t want to talk, they didn’t press her.
Still, they couldn’t help but feel a little curious.
During all this, Diana’s gaze remained fixed on Lorien.
"Lorien, it’s been a while. I actually ant to visit you today, but your clinic was closed."
"Today’s my day off. If you’re looking for treatnt, I’m afraid you’ll have to co back on Monday."
Lorien smiled calmly.
"I want to ask about soone. His na is Clark Kent. I know you and he co from the sa place. He’s staying at a nearby hotel, isn’t he?"
Diana didn’t bother with pleasantries and spoke her purpose directly.
That caught Lorien off guard for a mont.
But only for a few seconds—then he smiled again.
"Seems you’ve got sothing very important to discuss with him."
Though Lorien had no intention of getting involved, since they had co to him, he couldn’t exactly act ignorant.
"I heard you lived for years in Clark Kent’s hotown, and that you two were quite close. Did you notice anything strange? Or would you be willing to co to the Justice League with us?"
The Justice League wasn’t a place just anyone could enter.
If not for the chance Lorien might know sothing crucial...
If not for the fact that when they contacted Batman, Bruce Wayne had agreed...
Still, just because they wanted him to co didn’t an Lorien had to.
He only smiled at Diana. "What you suspect is the truth. As absurd as it sounds, there’s no other possible explanation, is there?"
His words made sense, yet left an uneasy weight in the air.
Diana studied Lorien once more. Even if she felt unsatisfied, what he said had given her so answers.
She nodded, then quickly left to rejoin the others.
The Justice League was still waiting for news.
Even Batman, Bruce Wayne—who hadn’t appeared for so ti—was now seated at his desk, hands resting beneath his chin, face solemn.
His eyes glead faintly with excitent, as if he were expecting sothing.
Ever since a certain suspicion had spread within the League, his anticipation had never faded.
The mont he saw Diana return, he almost leapt to his feet. "Did you learn anything about Clark?"
"I ran into the new psychologist—by chance, not on purpose. He and Clark Kent ca from the sa city. I’m certain he knows a lot. But he didn’t show any intention of telling us, and we can’t force him to share what he knows."
As Diana spoke, she sat down.
No one else was there—just her and Bruce Wayne.
"I heard you visited his clinic too?" Diana asked.
"Yes. He told about resurrecting the dead. Most people would call that absurd, but when he said it, I believed him.
"He always brings up things that seem impossible, yet sohow feel within reach."
Diana lowered her voice, unable to hide her awe. But after only a brief pause, she lifted her head again, speaking with great seriousness.
"What I’m about to say is important: there might be two Clark Kents—or even more—appearing in the sa space."
This was sothing everyone had suspected, but until now, no one had dared voice it. Diana was the first.
"Can you prove it?"
"Isn’t it simple? If we bring the Clark Kent from the hotel to the Justice League, the truth will be plain to see."
"Maybe Clark Kent just lost his mory, forgot everything. That could explain it."
"Even if he truly lost his mory, the marks on his body wouldn’t lie. You know that."
Those who had lived long understood age better than anyone—and knew it was the one thing that couldn’t be faked.
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