What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

Page 108

Ian was deeply shocked.

He felt he was left with indelible childhood trauma.

"Hmm? It seems it's true?"

Seeing that Ian didn't respond for a long time, Louise whispered with some confusion—then she saw Ian close the refrigerator door and throw away the empty milk bottle in his hand.

"Aba, aba, aba~"

Ian seemed to have become mute, his mouth moving only slightly as he walked outside.

"?????"

Louise was stunned.

"Aba, aba, aba~!"

Ian walked all the way to the living room and squeezed between his two older brothers before stopping his performance—he could certainly explain, but he wasn't going to do it now.

After all, his father could help explain, but Clark still abandoned the poor little boy, leaving him to face the situation alone and go to find an external brain.

Shouldn't he turn evil?

Where there is a cunning and wicked father, there must be a cunning and wicked child!

"What's wrong with you? Did you choke on your food?" Jonathan was genuinely unaware of anything. He vigorously rubbed Ian's head, quite surprised by Ian's strange behavior.

"No, it's..."

Just as Ian was about to start digging more holes for his father, Jordan, who kept looking back at the kitchen, grabbed him—under Jonathan's strange gaze, Jordan dragged Ian all the way up to the second floor.

"Click~"

After locking himself in his room, Jordan drew the curtains. Ian stood in the middle of the room; the strange, mixed smells in the poorly ventilated bedroom made him somewhat resentful of his own extraordinary sense of smell.

“Jordan, I can smell the stench of billions of lives lost in your bedroom,” Ian couldn’t help but say. He estimated that there was no more sinister place on Earth than this.

"Hehe." Jordan ignored his brother's complaints. He even put some sound-absorbing cotton under the door. His movements were so fast that they could leave a blur in the eyes of ordinary people.

how to say.

Super speed.

This is really not surprising at all. After cleverly, but not so cleverly, implementing the anti-eavesdropping measures, Jordan turned around, his blue eyes, which were exactly like Clark's, fixed on Ian.

“You’ve awakened too, I know that.”

Jordan spoke with certainty and in a very low voice, as if discussing state secrets.

"Huh? Yeah, that's right." Ian blinked. This time he readily admitted it, mainly because he was genuinely curious about what Jordan was trying to say with his mysterious demeanor.

Jordan's eyes lit up when he received an affirmative answer.

“Listen, I’ve been analyzing this for a long time.”

Jordan licked his lips, his voice tinged with certainty, "Dad's Superman, you're Superman, I'm Superman, and Jonathan's Superman is just an unawakened one, so..."

He paused briefly.

A groundbreaking answer was immediately obtained.

"Mom must be the superwoman who has become active in recent years!" Yes, this is the conclusion that Jordan's underdeveloped super brain reached based on logical reasoning.

Ian's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

Jordan seemed to take this as an endorsement and continued to talk: "But I asked my mom several times, and she wouldn't admit it. She even slapped me. Here it is."

He also showed his back, which had been hit by Louise, but was completely unharmed.

“I feel like she’s definitely faking it, trying to make Jonathan, who hasn’t awakened yet, feel better.” This “amazing yet reasonable” idea earned Ian’s praise.

"Jordan, your talent surpasses mine!"

This is a heartfelt sentiment.

Jordan took this as encouragement and excitedly rushed to his computer. After 300 seconds of the computer's fan running wildly, he logged directly into a forum called "Superhero Popularity Center".

“Look, this post says that only Supergirl can live with Superman.” Ian leaned closer to look, and the title of the post was clearly written: “Superman and His Earth-Exploding Fertility.”

The author is [Superman Must Die].

Before Ian could even suggest that Jordan click in to see the author's other posts, he didn't even ask.

"And these old news stories." Jordan had already switched the website information directly. He had dozens of netizens saved, many of which were news stories about Louise's dangerous encounters when she was young.

"Mom always managed to escape danger, even though she wasn't with Dad yet. Is that normal?" Jordan's scathing criticism was incredibly well-founded.

"..."

Ian didn't want to hang out with his older brother, who had never been in a relationship.

He turned to leave.

“Ian, you have to find the answer with me. Maybe we can come up with a plan to make Mom reveal her true form.” Jordan grabbed Ian’s arm.

Ian shook off his second brother's hand.

“If you really want to make any plans, I feel like it will only make us get beaten to a pulp…” Seeing that Jordan was still stubborn, Ian quickly chose to run away.

"Damn it! I can make plans myself! Ian! You'll see I'm smart too!" In the bedroom, Jordan was clearly about to unleash his super brain.

Knowing his second brother's superpowers, Ian thoughtfully closed the door for him.

……

at the same time.

Gotham.

Bat cave.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Bruce Wayne ripped off his headphones.

It was as if it were some kind of poisonous substance. On the monitor screen in front of him, the audio waveform was still fluctuating violently, accompanied by sounds that were not suitable for public playback.

Alfred walked in carrying a tea tray. Seeing his master's unusually flustered state, he raised an eyebrow. "Has the youngest son of the Kent family done something outrageous this time?"

He clearly knew what Bruce was listening to.

“It’s Kent’s second son’s teenage turmoil.” Bruce rubbed his temples. He felt it was because he had blocked Ian, and this was Ian’s way of retaliating against him.

He actually threw his phone under Jordan's bed.

"This shouldn't be something to make a fuss about, right?"

Butler Xia was slightly confused.

After a moment of silence, Bruce spoke in Batman's deep voice.

"I heard the howl of a beast~" He rubbed his temples again, using very literary language, after all, Lord Wayne still needed to maintain some personal etiquette.

"?????"

Alfred's smile froze on his face.

"That's really..."

Butler Xia couldn't find a way to evaluate it either.

"Alfred, please bring Damian back to me." After a moment of contemplation, Bruce seemed to have made a decision, a decision that greatly surprised Alfred.

"Didn't you say you wanted to toughen up the young master?"

The aged butler's tone was extremely surprised.

“Look at the Kent family… I suddenly realized that Damian can actually be a good kid—I can’t be too harsh on him.” Bruce immediately turned off the listening function on Ian’s phone.

Hear the words.

Alfred's eyes widened slightly.

This was probably the most tender thing Bruce had said to him in decades.

"I'll arrange the plane right away."

The old butler nodded imperceptibly, turned and left. Bruce returned to his work, his hands flying across multiple keyboards. The dozens of feints and riots that had occurred that day had left him feeling slightly tired.

but.

More than a dozen screens are running simultaneously.

Bruce remained methodical. Suddenly, he stopped, for he saw a tall figure reflected in the brief blackout of the computer screen.

"Where's the manuscript?"

Bruce didn't turn around.

Clark emerged from the shadows and placed several sheets of paper on the table.

How long have you been here?

Bruce asked.

"I am always here."

Clark's voice carried a hint of resentment.

"..."

Bruce, his expression unchanged, typed on the keyboard with a slight pause. A subtle awkwardness filled the air; the only sounds in the Batcave seemed to be the hum of machinery.

Quiet.

Still quiet.

Bruce felt he needed to break the ice.

"I have to say, your rate of improvement has exceeded my expectations, and by more than a little bit... Based on my current assessment, you have at least doubled your strength."

talking.

He then presented Clark with an icon that showed an unusual curve.

This was indeed a successful way to change the subject.

“Your judgment is correct, still so accurate… Ever since that incident, I’ve discovered a power growing within me. It belongs to me, yet it doesn’t.”