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Chapter 40 Martha——!
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 14:45:33 +0000 UTCHarley Quinn had “Catwoman” Selina on her left and “Poison Ivy” Ivy on her right. Lying on the bed, the three women did not wear many clothes. The black trench coat worn by “Poison Ivy” was even left in the living room; as a result, her hot figure, which was usually obscured by plants and leaves, was now exposed. Harley Quinn, as the woman who had fought several times in this bed, also took off her outer jacket at this time, and removed her sports vest as well, freeing her bonds. “Catwoman” Selina glanced at them and hesitated to remove her tights.
Harley Quinn and Selina glanced at each other, and their eyes moved down at the same time. After secretly comparing themselves, they turned their eyes to “Poison Ivy” at the same time. They didn't speak, but they all revealed the same doubt in their eyes: We are all big cups, so why are you an oversized cup?
Connors drove to the tallest building in Gotham—Wayne Tower. After parking his car on the side of the road, he took the elevator straight to the top floor. The top five floors required permission to be reached by elevator, but for Connors, who had the ability to open any lock, cracking this “lock” was not laborious.
The top floor was a full three to four hundred meters above the ground, and the wind here was quite strong, but thanks to his peak human physicality, Connors's footsteps were not disordered. To convince Batman to cooperate with him in entering Arkham Asylum, he did not intend to rely solely on words—mainly because he wasn't sure he could convince him at all. He had come to the roof of Wayne Tower with other plans.
Amid the wind, Connors put his hands together around his mouth and shouted, “SUPERMAN—”
After a few minutes, seeing that the figure in the red cloak did not appear, Connors changed his approach.
“MARTHA—”
It didn't rain in Gotham today, and layers of dark clouds in the sky enveloped the huge moon. In less than half a minute after Connors's second call, the dark clouds were swept away. The moonlight cast down over a red and blue figure flying in the air, setting it off with a divine light.
The Superman of this world was quite tough-looking. His muscular body filled out his suit, and a red cloak hunted in the high winds. Floating in the air, behind Superman, was a huge, bright moon. His face, facing Connors, was cast in shadow, so his expression was not visible.
Even after seeing the image of this human god in countless movies and TV series, Connors couldn’t help but sigh at this time. “Handsome.”
After floating in the air and watching Connors for a few seconds, Superman landed next to him with the muffled sound of a strong wind. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“You came a bit slowly. Did you go to the farm in your hometown first and confirm that your mother was not in danger?” Connors said. “I have no ill intentions. I just want to ask you for a favor.”
“Superman” Clark didn't speak.
“Your suit… you got it from the Kryptonian scout ship, right?” Connors decided to confirm his speculation first.
“You know about Krypton?” Clark looked emotional and couldn't help but take two steps closer to Connors. “What else do you know?”
“You answer first. Is it?”
“Yes.”
“That scout ship sent a signal to the universe when you started it. Maybe it won't be long before your fellow citizens come to your door, and there will be a big battle with you.”
Connors's words made “Superman” Clark's eyebrows tighter and tighter. He couldn't really understand why this guy, who was obviously human from the inside out, would know so much about Krypton. However, the desire for his countrymen made “Superman” Clark unable to help but ask, “Why? They're coming for me? Why would I still fight them if they are my countrymen?”
“The leader’s name is ‘Zod,’ General Zod. As for what he did, you should have the knowledge from that scout ship,” Connors didn't intend to be eloquent; he just needed to give crucial information. “I called you here. First, to remind you to protect Lois and your mother in advance, and second, I want you to help.”
Looking at Superman's face, which was almost the same as in the Man of Steel movie, Connors first gave Clark a favor and then made his own demands. Seeing Superman in deep thought, Connors did not bother him, giving him enough time to digest the information.
He’s obviously human, but he knows information about Krypton and even General Zod, whom my biological father mentioned, “Superman” Clark thought quickly, quietly clenching his fist. “Are you investigating me?” Otherwise, there was no explanation as to why Connors knew so much.
“Except for your mother's name, which of these things can be known through investigation? Just think that I can predict the future occasionally, and this time I just predicted something about you.”
Clark quietly let go of his clenched fist again. Connors's reminder, though he didn't know if it was true or false, seemed to have little malice. He asked, “What do you want me to help with?”
Connors cleared his throat. The plan up to this point was pretty smooth. “Use your super-vision to help me find a guy in this city with green hair, pale skin, and a split corner of his mouth.”
“A man wearing clothes with question marks and holding a crutch in the shape of a question mark.”
“A man whose head is covered with sackcloth, and whose body is covered with jars and tubes, and whose hands and feet are slender.”
“A person who is about the height of your waist, short and fat, and has a hooked nose.”
“A man with unusually strong muscles, a tube in his body, and a mask on his face.”
“A person who looks about the same as a crocodile, but his head is not as long as a crocodile… um, a crocodile man.”
Because Connors had spoken first about Krypton, his fellow Kryptonians, and had reminded him to protect his mother, “Superman” Clark had instinctively developed a liking for the person in front of him. It’s just… how come this favor he was asked to do was so weird? Clark was not surprised that Connors knew he had super-vision; that was nothing compared to the more distant planet Krypton.
“You are using me as a missing person notice.”
“When Zod comes, they will also launch a global missing person notice to find you. You should prepare in advance,” Connors said, not feeling much pressure facing Clark. Pressure was only for ordinary people and villains.
Clark learned another piece of news about his fellow Kryptonians from Connors and didn't bullshit anymore. He soared into the sky. The bright moon hung high. Superman levitated high in the sky, and his super-vision and super-thinking so quickly filtered every location in Gotham that he soon fell back down to Connors again. Instead of a demonstrative “bang” this time around, he fluttered down.
“I found them and told you. Can you remember it all?”
“…You seem to treat me like a fool,” Connors said, helpless.
Keeping the locations Clark had said in mind, Connors started chasing him out. “Go back. I can do the next thing myself.”
“These seem to be… um, villains? You don't need me to take action?” Clark wanted to do a little more work for Connors and, by the way, ask for more news about Krypton.
“No need. Thank you for your hard work,” Connors conveniently refused Superman's help.
Clark: “…” Since putting on this suit, Connors was the first and only one who, after getting his help, would say “thank you” to him.
“You know I'm an alien and I'm not of the same kind as you. So why aren't you afraid?” Clark still remembered his father's teaching, which was to hide his identity because humans would fear the unknown.
“Because you are a hero,” Connors answered.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Superman must not be able to sleep. On the contrary, the Scarecrow slept soundly…
Connors, holding up his cellphone, clicked and took a picture of the sleeping Scarecrow and his surroundings. The clowns, riddlers, and scarecrows were indeed preparing to cause trouble. You could get a glimpse of it from their equipment, drawings, etc.
The Penguin was dead, which was what “Superman” Clark had just told him. The Killer Croc was in the sewer, and Connors was reluctant to drill into the stinking place. Bane seemed to be a night owl who didn't sleep. The guy had used the Joker's scheme with his backhand before, and Connors wasn't prepared to mind him, only noting down his location in his heart.
With everything busy, Connors was pretty happy with what he had gained tonight. A preliminary connection was established with "Superman." As the plot continued, the subsequent melon of Superman's battle with Zod would not run away. The reunion of the three Gotham City Sirens was facilitated by himself, and the amount of food recorded in the system was not small. “The Man Who Laughs” incident would be completed soon, and the system was about to be upgraded.
Everything went smoothly, so smoothly that Connors got carried away. He drove back to the nineteenth-floor apartment, opened the bedroom door, and plunged headlong over the large bed.
Three soft, crisp, and gentle exclamations sounded in sequence.
Crap. I slept in the wrong bed.
PLS SUPPORT ME AND THROW POWERSTONES.
