The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Raven’s face darkened and the corners of her mouth twitched wildly.

Clark looked at Raven in amazement and said: “There’s an old man in my town whose mouth twitches like that, and my dad says he’s got a stroke, Auntie, let’s go see a doctor.”

This time, Raven’s eyes went dark, and she pressed Clark’s head with a sullen face, and said, “Are you going to eat ice cream?”

Your father is the rat, only a stroke rat!

I thought about Mike becoming a mouse and then having a stroke, and couldn’t help laughing.

Clark looked up at Raven and was a little worried.

This aunt’s brain can’t be wrong.

Two minutes later, Clark, who was concentrating on his ice cream, had put his worries behind him.

On the bench, Raven pulled Clark down.

Raven leaned back, propped her head up and looked at the little guy licking the ice cream, her gaze gradually filled with tenderness, she now seemed to understand Mike.

For the sake of this little guy, a change of life seemed like a good choice.

“Auntie!”

Clark handed the ice cream to Raven’s mouth.

Raven was stunned.

Under the golden sun, Clark raised his head slightly, his face was innocently smiling, and his sky blue eyes seemed to be stained with gold.

At this moment, Clark seemed to be all the good in the world.

“Auntie, it’s sweet!”

Clark once again raised the ice cream in his hand.

Raven took a small bite.

Clark smiled happily, “Is it sweet?”

Raven had seen the darkness of the world, even if a person died in front of her, that cold heart would not feel the slightest bit, but now she felt a warm current rushing from her mouth all the way to her heart and then to her mind, causing her eyes to turn slightly red.

It was so humiliating.

Raven whispered, enduring the enthusiasm that suddenly poured into her eyes, touched Clark’s head, pointed to the bathroom less than 20 meters away, and quickly said: “You obediently stay here and wait for me. I’m going to the bathroom.”

Clark nodded, and Raven got up and, with a great speed, rushed into the bathroom.

Clark looked at Raven’s back and, following Mike’s example, shook his head and let out a long sigh, “Ugh, women.”

Watching this scene, a pair of eyes that were staring at the two in the shadows faintly lit up and quickly walked towards Clark.

“Yoo-hoo! Little friend!”

A clown with a green wig, stained with a red nose and a face painted with oil paint ran up to Clark, happily spun around a few times, made a few faces at Clark, and after making Clark laugh happily, handed a balloon to Clark.

Clark took it and politely said, “Thank you.”

The clown exaggeratedly covered his face and said, “I’m so happy, I’m moved to tears.”

“As a token of our appreciation, how about I take you out for some candy?”

Clark’s little face scrunched up together, shook his head, and said, “No.”

His dad had told him that he couldn’t go with strangers, not even to tempt him with his favourite red meat, and besides …… he didn’t have any red meat.

The clown froze, he didn’t expect Clark to be so smart.

However, such a good deal, he could not miss.

Licking his mouth, he sneered and reached out to tug and grab at Clark with a strong attitude, “Little guy, come with me! I’ll take you to eat candy!”