As a novice reporter, Beatrice had a headache every day because of her work. She was just about to comfort her good friend who was also making zero progress when she turned around and saw a special interview with Gotham's rich man sent by the other party.
"Damn it, are you willing to sell your soul just for work? Clark, you really work too hard."
The good friend from Kansas smiled a little reluctantly, but turned around and received an olive branch from Gotham.
Gotham's sweetheart's eyes shone brightly under the light, and with a few blinks, a smile, and a raise of the wine glass, the little reporter Beatrice was fascinated.
When Beatrice returned to the newspaper office, she finally shook that handsome face out of her head and saw Clark rushing out of the toilet.
"He is so handsome, and you have good taste. I really want to be with him -"
"Beatrice, I think you may not be suitable for-"
"Make friends."
The little reporter blinked blankly and then nodded solemnly.
When the big red man appeared in the night sky of Gotham, the Dark Knight's whole body alarm sounded, and he was ready to fight the aliens at any time.
The alien with clear eyes and stupidity just fell to the ground and stared into his eyes with a smile on his face.
"My good friend wants to be friends with Wayne."
"If I don't agree, what can you do?"
The big red man hesitated for a moment and then his tone became firmer.
"Then I'll beg you again."
The friendship between the three people is extremely strong. When one of them needs to go to the toilet in a hurry, the other person will always rush to the toilet together on the same frequency, leaving Beatrice alone to enjoy three desserts.
The little reporter accepted the busy work of his good friends with peace of mind, until disaster struck.
Beatrice fell from a tall building to save people, and her beautiful face when she was held in the arms of a Kryptonian overlapped infinitely with the weak, pitiful and helpless Clark in her memory.
And why does the dark exposed chin in the distance look a bit familiar?
"So, can we still be friends?"
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Beatrice always thought that being a reporter was just a job for her. Finding popular topics, interviewing a few people, and writing a few articles were enough to maintain her role in society.
But when the disaster struck, everything Beatrice was proud of lost its effect. The writing could not pull the trapped people out of the ruins, and the attention the manuscript received could not immediately help the seriously injured children recover immediately.
Beatrice stood on the ground watching the heroes' battle, watching the people who were too late to be rescued and their painful wails and pleas for help. She kept thinking in her mind what can I, just an ordinary person, do?
This question continued until the end of the disaster. In the boring manuscripts she wrote, Beatrice got a glimpse of the filth and sin hidden under the sun. Beatrice also understood what she could do and what she should do.
"Hello, I'm Beatrice, an ordinary reporter with neither superpowers nor deep money-making abilities."
"As long as I can still speak out, I will expose all the injustices I see and use my pen, keyboard, and camera to protect the world I love."
Concept: Who likes to go to work?
