Chapter 95: The Return of Superman

A day later, the North Pole, the lonely fortress.

Clark removed his shirt and lay on the bed made of crystal. Various sophisticated instruments scanned him from head to toe. Jay, Kara and Batman were all around the bed, staring at him unblinkingly. The scan is going on.

For both the inspector and the person being inspected, it seemed that a century had passed. The light of the instrument finally dimmed, and a beeping sound representing the completion of the scan was emitted. Batman stood in front of the panel displaying the readings and studied it for a while, and said lightly: "The matching degree is 100%. From the data, there should be no problem."

Clark smiled and sat up and stretched his hand to his shirt: "Look, I told you that I was real this time."

"Wait, Clark." Batman interrupted. "I need you to do it again and check the results again."

Clark stopped, and said with a bitter expression: "Do it again? You know that the fortress's technology never makes mistakes. Isn't it necessary?"

Batman didn't say a word, but the look from behind the eyepiece explained his position. Clark murmured something, but lay back obediently. Batman restarted the program and watched these sophisticated high-tech instruments scan Clark from the beginning. In fact, if he could, he might even want to pull Clark's soul out and examine it thoroughly.

"The reading is still normal." Batman said, looking at the second reading.

"I told you earlier." Clark muttered and put on his shirt.

Carla asked tentatively, "What about your spirit? Do you still... uh... the urge to kill someone?"

"Why do I think like that?"

Kara let out a long sigh of relief, and then gave him a big hug: "Welcome back, Clark. You don't know how much I miss you."

Clark patted her on the back: "Me too."

He stood up, his eyes shifted to Jay. Jay thought that this should be the first official meeting between him and Superman-if it doesn't count as a group to wipe out the day of destruction. From the sensory point of view, he also felt that this should be a real superman, with Wei Ran's aura and approachable sunshine on his body at the same time, almost in line with most of his previous imagination of the superman image.

"I guess it's because of you this time." Clark said with a smile. "The last few punches you gave Doomsday are really impressive. Does your shoulder still hurt?"

"Thank you, it's not a big problem." Jay moved his shoulder joint. Yesterday, the position was pierced by the Destruction Day, and it has basically healed now. "But that was the heaviest fist I have ever made in my life. I've never beaten it so hard, and I don't know why."

"Maybe you have great potential, but you don't know it yourself." Clark glanced at Carla deliberately or unintentionally, and smiled half-jokingly, "and love is always the best catalyst to stimulate potential, isn't it?"

Kara understood what he was referring to, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, she lowered her head unconsciously, but couldn't help but smile sweetly.

"And I have seen everything you have done this time. You have done a good job, New Superman." Clark said, "You have shown the light to the world and people when they need it most."

"But I'm not as good as you. I don't think I'll be as good as you." Jay shook his head. "I just temporarily filled your position when you were away, like a temporary agent. And Now you are back... the world will be happy to have a real Superman again."

Clark laughed, and he patted Jay on the shoulder: "Hey, kid. It was you who led people out of the darkness when the world was at its darkest. It wasn't me, right? Look, I can't be better in that situation. You do better. And as you said, a new era has arrived, and you are the person who opened that new era. I am very sure that there is a place for you in this new era—a non You can't find it, and you just need to find it."

Jay nodded seemingly. Clark smiled and said, "Well, I won't be here to disturb your two people's time. Maybe I should go upstairs and see if there are any new results from Batman's in-depth analysis."

He flew up to the second floor along the main crystal structure in the center of the fort. Batman was in front of a Krypton host analyzing the results from his full physical examination. He landed gently behind Batman and asked, "Why, have you noticed anything?"

"One thing, I roughly know the reason for your loss of power and memory."

"Oh? Why?"

Batman glanced at him meaningfully.

"Hypnosis, Clark, the answer is hypnosis."

Clark frowned. "Hypnosis? Who did it?"

"yourself."

Clark was stunned. "Are you kidding?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"I don't know, it looked exactly the same as usual when you were joking."

Batman ignored his complaints and continued: "I personally think this is a kind of new abilities that you gain as you age. In the battle six years ago, you released all the energy in your cells and lost your memory. You Instinct allows you to find a comfortable and ordinary life-and that is what you have always wanted, so subconsciously you resist thinking of who you are. In order not to lose the life you want, you unconsciously treat I continued to perform super hypnosis and hindered the recovery of your own super powers."

"Wow, wait a minute, you mean..." Clark was a little unbelievable. "The reason why I haven't remembered who I am for so many years is because I don't want to remember?"

"Yes." Batman said lightly. "That's it."

"This is ridiculous! I never thought about it..."

"Have thought of avoiding? No, I know you are not the one who will allow yourself to escape from problems." Batman said, "But do you remember, Clark? You once said that you are troubled by disputes that are never resolved, and you I feel that everything you do will be blamed. You said that you want to get rid of these extraordinary abilities, just to be an ordinary human being."

Clark opened his mouth and froze for a long time before saying, "Those...that's just complaining. I just needed to vent."

"But that is the desire deep in your heart. It is imprinted deep in your heart. It only needs a switch to trigger."

Clark felt unable to refute, he began to think that Bruce was right, he was always right. He began to feel a little frustrated: "It is my own responsibility to say that. The world has lost Superman and plunged into darkness for six full years, just because of my selfish thoughts." He paused and said dejectedly: "This is me. Your fault, Bruce."

The dark knight was expressionless, staring at the screen of the screen Krypton host for a while, then suddenly asked: "Have you seen her when you go back?"

Clark was taken aback: "Who?"

"Lenna," Batman said. "That girl in the mountains."

Clark hesitated and nodded: "Yes, but she looks...like she doesn't recognize me anymore, like looking at a stranger."

"You are a stranger." Bruce said. "She doesn't love Superman or Clark Kent. The person she loves no longer exists. Even for her own good, you should keep your distance from her in the future. It will save her from being involved in a lot of trouble."

"I know, of course I know." Clark sighed softly. "But it sounds like a suggestion my old friend would make, at least I know you won't be a fake."

"I'm talking about necessary measures."

"I understand." Clark said half-jokingly. "To be honest, I also miss your paranoid suggestions. I haven't heard your weird voice for so long and it does feel like something is missing."

Bruce sighed softly, "You shouldn't be back, Clark. Those lives...that's what you always wanted, and you deserve it."

"But the world needs me." Clark patted him on the shoulder and added before turning to leave. "Also admit it. You also need me, Bruce."