Wayne Hospital in Smallville!

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On the way home, David casually bought tattoo ink at the department store.

Passing by the street corner, he caught a bottle he was throwing up and down casually and was surprised to see the newly transformed appearance of the town hospital on another street.

Accompanied by the noise of construction, the Smallville hospital was undergoing intensive renovations by workers working overtime.

A brand-new embossed gold signboard had been hung at the entrance: "Wayne Enterprises - Smallville Hospital."

"Wayne Enterprises?"

Seeing the words that shouldn't appear here, David raised an eyebrow.

The huge Wayne Enterprises, which had dominated Gotham for a hundred years, was recently considering a commercial layout in the metropolis. And it just so happened to choose Smallville, this inconspicuous countryside town?

He didn't believe such a possibility.

"Eric..."

When David and Clark went to Gotham, they tried to hide their identities as much as possible, in order to prevent the Bat, who liked to scheme in his dark lair, from discovering their identities, shifting his sight towards the town and the farm, and reducing unnecessary trouble.

But unfortunately, in this town, there had long been a brainless guy who openly caused a commotion in Gotham without concealing his identity.

'Bruce most likely followed Eric's lead and traced it to the town.'

'With Batman's suspicious nature, he always tends to think of things in a negative light first...'

On the corner of the street, David stood still, expressionless, tossing the bottle of ink in his hand.

This town, which had been experiencing frequent odd occurrences, had probably attracted the attention of that bat.

….

"David, did you kill Whitney?"

Unexpectedly, he slept straight through the night and woke up to find his brother missing. When David returned, Clark immediately confronted him at the warehouse entrance.

"This is how I handle things, Clark."

David's eyes remained calm, thinking Clark should have gotten used to it by now.

"Don't forget who caused this."

Clark's impatient expression froze for a moment. He was responsible for this incident.

"Whitney probably just wanted to scare us, not actually harm our parents."

He still couldn't believe Whitney would actually commit murder. Initially, Whitney had clearly come to teach him a lesson, but ended up losing his life because of it.

"I'm not really constantly suspicious of everyone like a certain bat."

"But I'm also not like you, always having too much hope for others."

Ignoring Clark's comments, David walked past Clark.

"People filled with jealousy and anger can do anything, anything is possible."

When it came to their parents, even if their slightest possibility of danger, he would eliminate it.

"David, didn't you say that Mom and Dad took that metal and won't die?"

Seeing his brother was acting as if nothing was wrong, Clark said in a frustrated voice. Their parents were in no danger at all. His brother was too cold-hearted, unwilling to give Whitney a chance to live.

Thud!

David's footsteps walking towards the house halted, and he turned with an icy expression in his eyes locking onto Clark.

"Clark, what do you mean by saying that?"

His voice was neither slow nor urgent, carrying a sense of oppression, as if an angry tide was simmering beneath a calm surface.

"I..."

Without thinking, he knew he blurted out words he shouldn't have, his expression changing.

"I didn't mean it like that." He tried to explain.

"I brought the Dionysian factor back for Mom and Dad so they wouldn't have to worry about something like what happened not long ago."

David stepped closer, poking Clark's chest forcefully.

"Instead of making Mom and Dad immune to any injuries and frightening experience, all to satisfy your Virgin-Mary-like heart, Clark!"

His brother's words carried hidden anger, hitting Clark like a heavy blow. Seeing his brother go upstairs, his mood dropped, and he scratched his head in frustration and anger.

"Damn, how could I say those things just now?"

At the entrance of the house, David frowned and glanced at Clark under the warehouse's dim light, shaking his head.

Even though Clark was more mature than his peers, he would occasionally act like an impulsive eighteen-year-old high schooler.

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A sunny morning.

Golden sunlight streamed into the windows of the mansion.

Sitting behind the desk, Atkins couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth as she admired her current unparalleled beauty in the mirror.

"My dear, your beauty would make even Helen of Troy, who caused the Trojan War, feel inferior."

Luther, standing by like a butler, praised.

"If the Greek hero Paris saw you, he wouldn't have a headache deciding which goddess the golden apple, symbolizing the most beautiful, should go to!"

"You always speak this way, Lex."

Atkins chuckled softly.

After selecting and seducing a bodyguard to make wishes for her and Luther, her appearance and figure had become like the most outstanding works of art by God, every aspect exuding the meaning of beauty. Her voice was like the song of a Siren, clear and melodious, with a tantalizing charm that tickled people's hearts.

Luther got his wish fulfilled and now his mind seemed to be unlocked in a different way, like an everlasting spring unable to be dried, constantly generating various new thoughts and inventions about science in his mind.

"However,..."

Atkins' words paused, a tinge of regret passing through her eyes.

It's a pity he is bald.

Which is why his looks couldn't be called handsome, and the sweet words he said to impress her were significantly diminished in effect.

Even at this time of the morning, Luther was standing by the window with his bald head shining brightly, making it distracting and hard to immerse oneself in his affection.

'My power of allure can deceive others, but it can't deceive myself.'

She had a burning look in her eyes. Now that she had almost everything she desired, she could start to enjoy it.

The first thing Atkins wanted to do was to find two handsome young men to serve her like a queen.

"Luther, you already possess the most brilliant mind in the world, but why not wish to become the most handsome man to accompany me?"

She looked at Luther with a slightly worried expression as she made the proposal. Luther had given her the wishing stone that brought her all this, and he had explained the mechanism of the stone's wishes. He was indeed intelligent and suited to advise her as a housekeeper, always staying by her side.

"My dear Atkins, handsomeness and beauty are defined by people."

Luther believed his appearance was inconsequential.

"What's considered the most handsome person can be difficult to determine in each person's eyes.

And furthermore..."

Despite being under the effect of her ability and having his mind a bit foggy, the nature in his bones hadn't changed.

"The wishing stone seems to grant unlimited wishes, which is too wonderful. I find it hard to believe in such goodness.

One wish for now is enough."

"Suit yourself. It's time. I have to go to work."

Picking up the wishing stone and putting it into her bag, Atkins stood up slowly.

With divine beauty and power, she was temporarily satisfied. Even with the wishing stone capable of fulfilling all desires in her hands, she wasn't interested in ruling the world for the time being.

"I'll think about it once I get tired of playing in this little town."

Perhaps then she might wish to become a queen or something.

For now, she was off to look out for two young, handsome guys from the 'Town Garden' to bring back as her servants.

Atkins licked her lips, her body feeling a bit hot. (T/N: FBI Open up!)

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