The lawn at Wayne Manor was soft with morning dew. Sunlight filtered through the oak branches, casting dappled light and shadow across the ground.
Miaomiao looked at Clark's arm, which hadn't suffered so much as a damaged hair, and sighed in frustration.
Bruce didn't want Miaomiao to dwell on that sense of helplessness, so he reassured her. "Miaomiao, don't let it bother you too much. Superman's strength is far beyond anything an ordinary person could achieve. He can even compress an ordinary piece of carbon into a diamond with his bare hands."
Miaomiao: ꒰๑•⌓︎•๑꒱ᵎᵎᵎ
Miaomiao was a mermaid who had read books and watched television, so she understood a little of what that meant. And precisely because she understood, she found it even harder to believe.
With his hands? Taking carbon? And squeezing it into a diamond? How much strength would that take!
"I thought you were exaggerating a little before..."
Well, Tim might exaggerate, but Bruce would simply pull out a whole stack of plans A, B, C, D, E, F, G... without a word.
Looking at Clark, who was still smiling gently in front of her, Miaomiao couldn't imagine how someone who seemed so kind could possess such immense strength. Against an opponent like Clark, did she really have no way to fight back at all?
An idea suddenly struck Miaomiao. "Clark, how are you with magic?"
"Magic? I don't know any magic."
A new light shone in Miaomiao's eyes, a violet gleam flickering through them. Suddenly, Clark felt that the little girl's voice had become light and soft, as though drifting down from the distant sky. "Clark, let me sing you a song."
Without waiting for him to nod, Miaomiao stepped back a few paces. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and an ethereal, lilting melody spilled from