The skies over Gotham City were as gloomy as ever. Fine, misty rain fell from above, bringing a faint chill.
Yang Bo and Clark appeared atop an abandoned building in Gotham City. Looking up at the sky, Yang Bo took out the Wand that could change the weather.
"Rain Prayer!"
In an instant, the dark clouds began to disperse, revealing scattered stars.
"Gotham City's weather is really something else. If you lived here for a few years without developing rheumatism, you'd be doing this weather a disservice."
Hearing Yang Bo's complaint, Clark smiled and said, "But fewer people in Gotham City have rheumatic conditions than in Metropolis..."
Yang Bo: "..."
"What kind of nonsense do you spend all day reading online with that super-brain of yours?"
"If you aren't going to use it, you can donate it to me... Wait, Clark, let's make a deal. Let me take your brain out. Don't worry, I can bring you back to life. Your brain will definitely grow back afterward."
A chill ran down Clark's back, and he felt a draft against the back of his head.
"Yang, you're joking, right?"
The greed in Yang Bo's eyes left Clark feeling uneasy.
"You wouldn't ambush me, would you?"
Seeing Clark's wary expression, Yang Bo let out a deep sigh and buried his plans to study that super-brain deep in his heart. He said sincerely, "Of course not. We're friends."
"I don't usually ambush my friends."
Clark: "..."
Then could you tell me what would make you act unusually?
Just as Clark was considering whether to make a run for it, Bruce's voice rang out. "You two got back faster than I expected."
Batman had now converted this abandoned building into a special secret base, and he spent much of his time here.
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