"That's how it was. After graduation, I found a job—you know, as an intern reporter at the Metropolis Daily."
"It was a great job. Everyone in town envied me, after all. The Metropolis Daily was a famous newspaper with excellent benefits. For a fresh graduate, it was one of the best possible choices."
As he said this, Clark showed a hint of pride. Every emotion he felt was written plainly across his face, making it easy for anyone to tell what mood he was in.
But Clark quickly looked embarrassed again. Looking at Bruce, he said, "But you know, it isn't easy to accomplish anything at a major newspaper like that."
"That day, my editor asked me to write a report about the broccoli disaster that broke out in Gotham. But I wasn't even in the country when it happened, so I really didn't have much material. I could only casually write about what I'd seen during my previous visits to Gotham."
"But unexpectedly, the article suddenly became popular. That was when I realized just how many people were interested in Gotham."
Clark sighed and said, "Then again, it makes sense. My parents are both fascinated by this magical city. They're very curious about how you people survived, why the economy is still so good even though this place is such a mess, and about the mysterious gangsta rap, street graffiti clubs, Ghostfire youth groups, and so on..."
"But for ordinary people, fear outweighed curiosity. Almost no one dared to come see it for themselves. Even if they did dare, they wouldn't know how to get here. I heard that you need to go through the gangs just to book a hotel here. Most people don't have that kind of courage."
Clark shook his head and continued, "Still, I've been