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

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"Back to Gotham, sir?"

The old butler asked as he opened the car door, his voice carrying a calmness that seemed to have seen through everything.

Although he was very old, and Bruce was middle-aged and had become a father, his way of addressing Bruce remained unchanged.

“Not tonight.” Bruce loosened his tie and casually took himself up to the apartment building, tossing aside the remaining two pounds of the ten-pound listening device.

“Ian Kent is still a student. He can’t fly and has only just begun to awaken his abilities. Therefore, his secret base must be in Metropolis.”

Bruce was conducting a logical analysis. Yes, his sudden realization at Ian's house stemmed from his belief that he had grasped a crucial clue.

What kind of omnipotent god of the universe is that? Isn't it just artificial intelligence?

That was exactly the same situation that Superman experienced when he was a child!

prior to.

Bruce felt he had figured everything out.

It was because it reminded me of information about Clark.

They look so alike.

This is also why he suddenly returned everything to Ian, because he realized that Ian might be like Clark, with a lonely fortress that doesn't belong to Earth!

“It’s clear that you care a lot about Mr. Kent.”

Alfred saw the gleam in his young master's eyes in the rearview mirror—that familiar excitement of discovering a new mystery.

"So, will Mr. Kent go to Arkham?" Butler was also curious about this, after all, he had seen Batman's mental evaluation report on Ian.

“Why do you think I would reward him? Arkham doesn’t need a second king.” Bruce didn’t look up; his fingers swiped rapidly across the car’s computer.

The neon lights outside the car window cast flowing colors on Bruce's face.

"Perhaps Mr. Kent is also from Krypton?" Alfred drove the car steadily, always chatting with Bruce whenever he had the chance.

As Bruce's close associate.

No one knew better than him that his young master was Gotham's biggest psychopath.

“If it were just that kind of situation, I would be very happy to see it. However, the situation may be more unbelievable and complicated.” Bruce looked down and kept scrolling on his tablet.

"What exactly is the ability he awakened...? We might find out soon enough." Bruce displayed the Sentinel comics he had secretly photographed on the tablet on his lap, and even Homelander comics.

The Sentinel's tattered gold suit, Homelander's twisted smile—Bruce felt that Ian's passion for creating such works was definitely more than just a love of money or creative endeavors.

He believed he had grasped the crux of the problem.

and.

They are getting closer to the hidden truth about Ian Kent.

“Drawing power from fantasy, is that really possible…” Bruce felt he had grasped the key information, but even he found the guess too absurd.

of course.

Absurdity is not impossible.

That's why we need to wait for time to verify it.

And before that.

"Start by searching for his secret base near his school."

The car drove over the puddle.

Bruce devised a nighttime "operation" plan.

Very cautious.

But no one can say for sure.

Is he making excuses for himself, temporarily escaping the nightmare he'll continue to experience once he returns to Gotham?

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Chapter 92 What to do! This is cheating!?

It was 7:30 a.m.

The Kent family's old-fashioned grandfather clock chimed a dull thud.

Despite having stayed up all night, Master Yi was still full of energy. He walked downstairs while using a teething stick he had taken from the window. His T-shirt had the initials of "Super Large" printed on it.

Batman's toys are amazing. With just a little research into the mechanism, a gadget that can lock an entire window can be transformed into a long, portable object.

"It smells good."

The aroma of charred bacon wafted from the kitchen.

Jonathan Kent was busy in the kitchen.

Where are Mom and Dad?

Ian peeked around, looking everywhere.

"Thanks to Batman's adventure in Metropolis, none of them came back last night. They just called me and told me to keep an eye on you—they called me more than twenty times this morning."

"What have you done now?" Jonathan was still frying bacon in the kitchen. He was very curious about his parents' instructions. When he peeked out, he saw Ian taking something out of his pants.

“I’ve created a new round of GDP growth for Metropolis, you’re welcome?” Ian threw away the cushion he pulled out of his butt and pulled out another cushion from the front of his T-shirt.

Protective gear that is temporarily useless should be discarded.

"I didn't understand, but it sounded pretty impressive." Jonathan came out and served Ian a sandwich. He was usually the one who took care of his two younger brothers when the adults weren't around.

Ian grabbed the newspaper from the table, the headline of which, "Shocking! Gotham City Superheroes Become 'Street Ruffians' and Rescue Fallen Women in Metropolis!" stood out.

This did give Ian some pointers.

"dududu~"

Ian took out his phone and pressed the redial button.

The call is connected.

He spoke enthusiastically.

Good morning, sir. Are you up yet? If you're not up yet, you can go back to sleep. I just wanted to send you my sincerest greetings for the day.

Ian was still thinking about getting the lamp ring from Batman.

"dududu~"

The call was hung up.

The other party did not respond.

However, Ian didn't care about this. That's just how Gotham's freak is—reserved and understated in his emotions. Anyway, he's already established a connection with Gotham's freak for today, so that's fine.

then.

It was a greeting to his godfather.

And most importantly, he prayed to Miss Death. He was very polite, only connecting with Miss Death before meals to avoid being seen as a clingy, subservient man.

After his heartfelt outpouring, Ian received no response, which was unusual for him. Just when he thought Miss Death was still asleep, he opened his eyes to find a woman sitting opposite him.

Miss Death, dressed in a black tank top, sat demurely, her slender fingers tapping on the table. Sunlight filtered through her, casting a soft shadow on the floor.

"This isn't right, can't we do it again?" Ian rubbed his eyes incredulously, glancing at the colors around him and at Jonathan, who was busy in the kitchen.

Miss Death stared at the boy in front of her.

"I don't appear at any particular time; time itself stops."

What she said seemed to make sense, and Ian believed her.

“Well, mainly I think if Jonathan sees you, he’ll definitely think I was tricked by a bad woman last night.” Ian lowered his head shyly.

"?????"

Miss Death's lips twitched slightly.

"He can't see me."

The goddess, gritting her teeth, rolled her eyes wildly.

Just then, Jonathan poked his head out from the kitchen: "What are you muttering about?"

Of course, the older brother heard Ian's rambling; he didn't even need super hearing to notice it.

“But he can see you talking to yourself, like a madman,” the Goddess of Death added, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, as if she were ready to laugh at Ian at any moment.

however.

“It’s nothing, I’m just talking to my imaginary friends.” Ian remembered his father’s advice: Jonathan and Jordan were too old to grasp this extraordinary world.

Hear the words.

Jonathan nodded calmly.

"Oh, okay, then please give my regards to your friend." The gentle older brother didn't show any strangeness, and even made a look of sudden realization.

He returned to the stove in the kitchen and continued cooking.

"Does your family all have some kind of serious illness?" Miss Death was quite surprised to see this. She watched Ian take a sip of milk with a grin.

"That's my unwavering reputation at home."

Ian spoke with a sigh, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

"..."

Miss Death really wanted to ask Ian what he was so proud of, but she held back and got straight to the point, "I've sifted out a few useful pieces of information from your rambling."

"You mean that the shrinking of the multiverse's living space will lead to the demotion of those in higher positions, the overlap of ordinary life forms and souls, and ultimately the universe will collapse into ruins?"

She looked at Ian suspiciously and then summarized the contents of Ian's prayer.

"Yeah yeah."

Ian nodded.