Clark Kent followed Diana and Bruce Wayne to the Justice League.
Their appearance with him left the other mbers stunned.
"This is unbelievable—isn’t this the sa Clark Kent we’ve been with all this ti?"
They crowded around him, looking him over from head to toe.
Aside from appearing a little younger, with less life experience showing in his face, there was hardly any difference. Their curiosity about the Clark Kent before them was overwhelming.
Questions flew from every direction.
They didn’t even wait for Clark to speak before laying out evidence before him.
The strongest proof was, of course, photographs and video recordings.
"You might doubt whether these photos and videos are real. After all, in this world many things can be forged. But as Clark Kent himself, you should be able to tell the difference, right?"
Bruce Wayne stood at the front, his tone serious.
He lowered his head slightly, locking eyes with Clark.
Clark took a deep breath and nodded. "There are things I want to understand too. If that really is , I’ll know."
In chaotic Gotham, he had barely managed to endure staying for over half a month. It was his curiosity that kept him there, nagging at him every ti he thought of leaving, filling him with a sense of unfinished business.
Now, at last, he had the chance to face the truth.
He flipped through the photos again and again, and replayed the videos.
Though he was certain he had never done what was shown, they were undeniably things he might have done.
If he had carried any doubts before, they were gone now.
Whatever the Justice League asked, so long as he knew the answer and it wasn’t sothing dangerous, he responded.
Afterwards, the mbers told him they needed more ti to think.
Clark Kent was soon escorted back to his hotel.
Lying on his bed afterward, he still found the day unbelievable.
"This world really does have so absurd things," he muttered.
But his thoughts quickly shifted.
So things were far too unsafe to keep on his person.
If they were that dangerous, he needed to entrust them to soone reliable.
With that thought, Clark, who had been ready to rest, got up again and imdiately hurried toward downtown Gotham.
His pace was swift.
But when he arrived at Lorien’s clinic, frustration welled up in him.
"I’ve known Lorien for so many years—how could I forget today’s his day off?"
He drew in a deep breath.
Resolutely, Clark pulled out his phone and called Lorien.
At that mont, Lorien was still out shopping with Gwen and Wanda.
When the call ca in, he was surprised.
He and Clark had known each other for years, and Clark knew well that he never worked on holidays.
For him to call at this hour, it could only an one thing—it had to be sothing serious.
Lorien paused briefly, then answered.
"Lorien, I have sothing—sothing very important. I need to leave it with you."
Clark wasted no ti, stating his request as soon as the line connected.
Lorien replied, "et at my place in an hour."
After ending the call, Lorien looked to Gwen and Wanda.
Both girls turned their eyes toward him.
"We’ve already bought nearly everything. We can head back now."
It was obvious Lorien had sothing important to deal with. Knowing that, they couldn’t pretend otherwise.
"My eting is in an hour. We still have ti."
Lorien checked the ti and smiled at them.
They glanced at their watches too, then exchanged a look and a smile. "Then let’s keep shopping a little longer."
...
In space, General Zod and the officials of Earth’s nations still couldn’t co to terms. These people were infuriating. All they had to do was hand over one man, yet they kept circling around with excuses.
Infuriating!
"Clark Kent—just hand him over!"
Zod had never encountered a race so utterly inept at negotiation.
"We’re still investigating his identity!"
"I told you—no need to investigate! He’s in Gotham City!"
Faora had already passed along the critical information.
But when those officials heard "Gotham City," their expressions imdiately turned strange. It was clear they were unwilling to hand him over.
Completely unsatisfactory.
But to say they were unwilling was unfair.
If they could, they’d hand him over instantly.
The only reason they kept stalling was that Gotham was a special place. Even they had to think twice before barging in to take soone.
It was far too dangerous.
"Just give us more ti. We’ll find a way to hand him over to you."
The officials stamred, repeating the sa excuse.
"I don’t want to hear more of your delays. If you won’t hand him over, then we’ll find him ourselves!"
As Zod watched the fear in their eyes, he cut the communication without hesitation.
Then he boarded a small ship, leading his squad toward Earth.
They needed a landing site.
With Faora waiting to receive them on Earth, that would be no problem at all.
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