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

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However, after taking the opportunity to drink a lot of small beverages, Ian noticed the atmosphere in the room—Clark Kent sat in a chair, his cloak dull and his eyes tired.

Bruce Wayne stood in front of the control panel, expressionless, watching as Ian drank many of his poisons as if they were enhancement drugs. However, he did not get to see Ian collapse and spit bubbles as he had hoped.

This boy.

After drinking the poison, he became even more energetic.

"Wait! Dad, what are you doing here? My black box tells me this is a secret garden known only to Batman, a place he uses to hide from pests and the like." Ian saw Bruce and his father, and in shock, he quickly asked.

"Dad! Are you having a secret rendezvous with Batman behind Mom's back?" After all, living in the free United States, Ian had to consider the worst-case scenario.

This is the way of thinking that "The Guide to Getting a Head" taught him.

"????"

"?????"

Clark and Batman both reacted quite strongly, their expressions quite entertaining. Batman wanted to create a real sewing machine to sew Ian's mouth shut, while Clark simply slapped himself on the forehead.

A crisp sound, the kind that comes from a good brain, filled the air. Clark didn't want to answer that kind of question, so in response to Ian's persistent questioning, he could only point to the large bed in the room.

Louise, drunk, was fast asleep on top of it.

"!!!!!!"

Ian reacted strongly, almost jumping up to the ceiling. His questioning stopped abruptly as he finally noticed Louise, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

this moment.

Ian, who had always thought his parents were very traditional, was stunned. However, before he could even utter a nuclear blast, Batman had already silently slipped to the front door, his finger about to touch the emergency escape button. Seeing that the Batman was about to escape, Ian used Tyrant's Leap to instantly block his path.

“I knew I heard that earlier! Someone said they wanted to have a sister for me! Damn Uncle Bruce! Are you hiding from your Uncle Ian because you're too ashamed to face anyone?”

Ian was truly furious.

Fortunately, Clark immediately explained the situation, clarifying the whole story, which prevented Ian, who wanted to protect his family's happiness, from jumping up and ripping Bruce Wayne's head off. Clark didn't know if Bruce Wayne had any backup plans; he just didn't want Ian to clash with Batman because of a misunderstanding.

"So that's how it is... A mysterious woman... stole my smile, but didn't pay me any royalties. These days, I have to pay to post an emoji."

Ian's expression gradually became serious.

However, his focus was clearly not on the right thing.

"That's not the point, is it?"

Clark sighed and looked at his youngest son.

"Yes, yes, the main point is that I failed to save God's marriage. The Goddess of Creation is looking for me all over the world. The most urgent thing is to get Uncle Bruce to make an invincible iron crotch for his Uncle Ian." Ian reacted instantly and wanted to slap Bruce on the head, but Bruce dodged it.

"Could you please stop calling me 'uncle' all the time?"

Bruce Wayne is just as exhausted as Clark. To be fair, if Ian were truly wicked and wanted to do something really bad, he could still find a way to punish him.

Unfortunately, the boy only wanted to be an uncle and had no other evil intentions whatsoever, which made Bruce Wayne, who knew the other party was not lying, feel like he had met his nemesis.

By contrast.

My own little rascal is just so innocent, pure, and naive!

"An iron crotch that even God can't open? Aren't you overestimating me? To be honest, make your wish on someone else. I think your old man is pretty good."

"Let him try his best to evolve an iron crotch for you to inherit." Bruce Wayne was already studying Ian's brain circuitry, and now he was trying to get closer to it.

however.

Ian tilted his head and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, he pulled out a handful of colorful alchemy materials from his pocket: "Then I'll go find Brother Thomas! He can definitely make it, after all, older bats are more chewy... I mean, they're smarter."

He didn't mean it; he was just multitasking, and his super brain couldn't keep up. Ian then pulled out alchemical materials and began setting things up in a rather professional manner.

Bruce Wayne tensed up instantly.

He wasn't ready yet! But a teleportation array emitting purple smoke lit up on the ground, and a smell resembling sulfur began to permeate the bat cave.

"etc!"

Bruce rushed back and stomped on the magic circle.

"Let me think about it."

He stared into Ian's expectant eyes and added with difficulty.

"It may take some time." The King of Gotham used military tactics, a delaying tactic, but at least it wasn't just empty promises; he simply gritted his teeth and stopped Ian's actions.

He only mentioned a timeframe, not a specific one, so it wasn't exactly a lie. Ian had already figured this out, but that didn't stop him from expressing his gratitude.

With Batman carried in a sedan chair, Ian believed Batman would not disappoint him. Unlike The Flash, Batman was someone who would almost always be able to save his loved ones in time.

Of course, this attribute is an exception when it involves parent-child relationships.

"I knew Uncle Bruce could do it! Go for it!" Ian instantly switched from "angry mode" to "grateful mode," making Bruce feel like he had found a savior and immediately began to act.

First, I put away the materials.

Then one side began to make a decision.

Followed by.

Under the astonished gaze of his father, Clark, Ian didn't say a word and plopped down—not kneeling, of course, but rather "supporting" himself on his elbows.

This is a way of expressing gratitude that only a superbrain could come up with.

"Boom!"

He slammed his elbows to the ground with a dull thud. With his elbows on the ground and his knees bent and suspended in the air, Ian perfectly embodied the astonishing talent that "a man's knees are worth gold, but a man's elbows are not."

This wave represents a high level of wisdom.

"..."

Clark was speechless as he watched his son's fluid movements. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he or Ian was the strange alien.

“You felt my sincerity, and I felt yours. So—stop crawling in the shadows on the ground. If I remember correctly, it’s almost time for you to go to sleep.” Batman looked at Ian, who was supporting himself on his hands as he “stood” up, and felt like his muscles were about to twitch into a twenty-four-pack.

"Huh?" Ian was taken aback and quickly pulled out his watch, which had a different graffiti style every day. It had a grinning skull and the symbol "Zzz" on it.

This is a manually adjusted graffiti watch face, which is much more user-friendly than a digital watch.

“That’s right, I need to go to sleep. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy.” He immediately pulled out a sleeping bag with the words “Ian’s Special” printed on it from his four-dimensional pocket, his movements as practiced as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Since his last nap, Ian had made some civilized preparations. Ian turned back to Bruce, reminding him to be careful in this regard, saying things like, "Uncle Ian's innocence depends entirely on your brain," before crawling into his sleeping bag and wriggling it under Louise's bed.

As Ian peacefully closed his eyes.

The sleeping bag fell completely silent.

The laboratory suddenly became eerily quiet.

Clark and Bruce stood there, staring at each other.

"Don't speak." Bruce broke the silence first, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded. He had anticipated Clark's prediction, so he gave him a heads-up in advance.

"Your youngest son is not my uncle."

His tone was firm, his voice resolute, and he possessed a stubborn handsomeness.

“To be fair, Bruce, that was your father’s choice,” Superman suddenly said thoughtfully, patting Batman on the shoulder.

“We all need to respect our fathers, don’t we?” It’s hard to imagine how Clark was able to hold back; he shut Bruce Wayne up with an impeccable justification.

Bruce's lips twitched.

Clark, however, became even more serious.

"Oh, by the way, does this mean our relationship needs to be redefined?" He deliberately counted on his fingers, his tone carrying a rather exaggerated sense of bewilderment.

“If Ian is your uncle, then I should be yours.” He didn’t finish his sentence, but stared at Bruce Wayne with his eyes that could emit heat rays.

this moment.

Superman's silent gaze seemed more intense to Bruce Wayne than a heat ray.

He was in extreme distress.

“I’ll go check on Ian.” Bruce Wayne changed the subject, turning decisively and striding toward Louise’s bed, then kneeling down to reach for the sleeping bag.

however.

Bruce Wayne's fingers, however, pierced through the surface of the sleeping bag.

Even the sleeping bag was blurred, completely untouchable. Bruce frowned and tried a few more times. The sleeping bag was like a holographic projection, untouchable and its surface rippled with eerie waves.

This is not invisibility, nor is it an illusion; rather, it is a shift in the level of existence—it is no longer within the physical space of this dimension, but has entered some kind of "pre-sleep reality bubble."

Only Ian can enter and exit.

"Just as Barry said... What kind of phenomenon is this? His self-protection mechanism?" Batman Bruce Wayne muttered to himself in surprise.

He didn't understand.

So he immediately got up to drag over the testing equipment, hoping to test on-site for any unknown abnormal data related to Ian.

at this time--

Hahahaha!!!

A burst of maniacal laughter suddenly echoed throughout the Batcave. The laughter sounded like Bruce Wayne's voice, yet it also had a chilling quality.

Before Clark and Batman could react...

boom! ! !

All the alarms inside the bat cave went off instantly!

A red light flashed, and an alarm blared, engulfing the entire space. All the computer screens lit up simultaneously, the images distorted, and finally froze on a familiar face—Clark Kent's face.

But that wasn't Clark.

"do you miss me?"

Injustice Superman's face appeared on every screen, his emotionless, almost mindless eyes staring directly at Clark and Bruce in the real world.

at the same time.

Inside the sleeping bag.