Don’t bother looking. It’s all locked. It’s ancient history. Suddenly I realize that back then, stuck at home during the pandemic, I had nothing to do and plenty of free time.
…I’ve run out of inspiration. I’m dried up. I’d planned to write this all the way to the ending, but… anyway, I’ll update again when I have some inspiration!
Emmm… Let me solemnly reiterate here: this story will not feature a Batman/Superman romance. The author’s note for Chapter 45 was something I wrote while I was out of my mind, so don’t take it too seriously. Everyone can read in peace!
Bruce (fierce, but a little cute): Be honest. Tell me, do you like me or not?
Clark, first life (without hesitation): No.
Superman, second life (somewhat hesitant): No.
Superman, third life (declines three times in a row.jpg): I’m afraid to like you.
Superman, fourth life, the Lord (a little troubled): I kind of like you. But… Batman? I’ll pass!
Superman, fifth life, Injustice, devoted worshipper of the Goddess of Death (coldly): What does it mean to like someone?
Superman, sixth life, the scientist (very happy): I like you.
Superman, seventh life, the god (head bowed): You are the only rose in my hands. I wish you could stay as you always were.
The little reporter, eighth life (happy is all that matters, forget your troubles.jpg): Of course I like you best! But do you like me or not?
Superman, ninth life, the mage (furious): You’re a bastard! I’ve never met anyone as unreasonable, spoiled, and impossible as you!
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In conclusion, poor Superman is either getting snapped at by his wife or chasing after her.
P.S. The server is either acting up or about to act up. (From a poor soul who’s had to post the blurb over and over (>﹏
Theme: The long road to winning your wife back
