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

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The old father squatted silently on the ground, unable to find anyone to share his grief—after all, if he told Louise what he had lost, Louise would likely make him even more heartbroken.

The invincible Superman.

She has a sensitive heart.

"How about a low-interest loan, Clark?"

Batman's voice suddenly came from not far away. As usual, he appeared out of nowhere and landed next to Clark, completely unaware that Ian had just "hacked" his account again.

"I will rebuild my own home."

Clark glanced at Louise, who was also rummaging through things.

He decisively chose to refuse.

"What about the expensive building materials?"

Batman wouldn't give up.

Clark glared at him fiercely.

Batman didn't care at all.

He simply stared ahead, where Ian was wiping the laser gun he had unearthed. The weapon appeared undamaged, though its materials were likely quite unusual.

Just at this time.

Clark spoke again.

"Have you found Luther? His Doomsday is gone, and Ian has robbed his house twenty or thirty times. Logically speaking, given his personality, he shouldn't be so quiet."

Superman is still worried that Luthor has a bigger conspiracy.

In this regard.

Batman, on the other hand, knew more.

“Our Lex Luthor may be dead.” Batman’s voice was low as he recounted his previous experience, “I met Lex Luthor from a parallel universe.”

Batman briefly described his conversation with Luthor.

Clark's expression grew even more serious after hearing this.

"Mourning your old rival?" Batman looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a deep voice, "I remember you two once had the chance to be friends."

have to say.

Batman has incredibly detailed knowledge about Superman.

Louise probably doesn't know as much as he does.

Clark did not answer, but simply looked up into the distance.

"I was just thinking about invasions from other universes, and the so-called outer universes... We haven't solved Barry's problem yet either." He spoke seriously after a moment of silence and thought.

I looked around.

Clark was somewhat surprised.

He actually spotted Barry Allen at a research institute in Gotham.

“My instrument is broken, so Barry needs to help me build a new dream detection instrument as soon as possible to check the strange nightmares he says occur every night.”

Batman knew what Clark had seen, and he offered to explain sincerely. Heaven knows whether he genuinely needed help or wanted to use this opportunity to study the Flash's abilities more deeply.

Clark frowned.

But ultimately, no accusation was leveled against Batman's long-standing underhanded tactics.

“First it was me, then Barry, and perhaps you and the others should be careful too.” He was simply giving Batman a heads-up, his gut feeling telling him that this disaster would affect far more than just the two heroes.

Batman nodded.

His expression rarely showed a hint of seriousness: "I have been on guard, but it doesn't seem to be working very well. There is some force influencing my personality."

"It's making it harder for me to control my...desires and thoughts." Batman didn't hide the abnormality he was experiencing; he had noticed something was wrong with him several times recently.

Hear the words.

Clark's brow furrowed even deeper. He carefully examined Batman's entire body with his X-ray vision, but found no signs of erosion similar to those on himself or the Flash.

"Perhaps we could ask Ian?"

The elderly father made the suggestion.

He felt that his youngest son knew more about this than others.

however.

"My situation is probably related to the fusion of cosmic isotopes, and only I can think of a solution. Repair your house first; I have a lot of things to do."

“Of course, I will come back to you for help if needed.” Batman, who is naturally suspicious and almost never places his hopes on others, chose to politely decline.

He simply turned and walked toward the new Batmobile that was gradually descending. After the vehicle's door opened, he leaned against the door and glanced back at Clark and the family behind him.

"If the worst happens, you need to kill me immediately." This man, who is ruthless to his teammates and even more ruthless to himself, always prepares for the worst.

"To be honest, I've been waiting for that day for a long time." Clark's serious tone didn't sound like a joke, which made Batman feel a chill down his spine.

"You're really joking."

Batman chuckled awkwardly twice, then climbed into his Batmobile. The Batmobile silently glided into the night, carrying him back to his Sin City.

It's quiet at night.

The people in the resettlement area live far away from here.

Most of them were already asleep.

then.

Under the cover of night, the Superman family began rebuilding their home. Clark used his thermal vision to precisely cut wood, while Ian was responsible for handing his elderly father wood "airlifted" from their hometown.

To save on the price difference.

But Jordan was exhausted from the back-and-forth transport.

but.

He was also very happy to do this, because he could earn five dollars for each delivery. Kent's second son worked very hard for his new girlfriend.

Jonathan is helping Louise scavenge for anything still useful from the rubble.

He didn't lose a single one of his idols.

It's truly amazing.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Just as Ian was about to go to the restroom and make himself a cup of tea.

Clark's phone rang.

"Looking for you."

He stared at Ian with a puzzled look, then handed the phone to his youngest son. Seeing that the caller ID showed "Diana," Ian seemed pleased.

"How's it going?! Aunt Diana, I heard you're going to write me an apology letter. Batman even told me what happened." Ian is much more adept at switching identities than before.

He always kept in mind what he should say and when.

"How did you do that?" Diana didn't ask Ian why he did it; she knew it would be pointless. She just wanted to figure out when the Lasso of Truth was contaminated.

"Is it easy to use? If it is, that's for sure. You can unlock the feature to praise Wonder Woman by paying." Ian knew exactly what she was asking. He glanced furtively around—Clark was welding beams with his thermal vision, Lois was tidying up their few remaining belongings, and Jordan was running around carrying a pile of planks.

“I just want to know what influence you’ve had on it.” Diana was naturally unmoved; she didn’t appreciate Ian’s idea and didn’t see it as an upgrade to the Lasso of Truth.

Wonder Woman felt she wasn't being paranoid; she was now 100% certain that Ian had deliberately allowed himself to be tied up, and then used the time of binding to defile her... her most beloved artifact.

"This is 'Ian's Whisper,' just like the spell Odin casts on Thor's hammer. What? You're asking me where Odin came from? Several of my comics are being released simultaneously next week, and Uncle Bruce has given a very credible guarantee. Aunt Diana, you really should take this opportunity to brush up on your knowledge of modern magic."

Ian was very serious.

Diana's deep breathing could be heard from the other end of the communicator.

Ian could almost picture her crushing something.

"Restore it to its original state!"

Diana's tone was very strained.

"I want my original magical artifact!"

Her attitude was also very firm.

"I have to talk to you now, my mom's coming. If she misunderstands and thinks I'm dating too early, you're doomed." Ian pretended not to hear, believing that Aunt Diana hadn't fully discovered his modifications to the Lasso of Truth.

If other functions are discovered.

The stereotypical, conservative Wonder Woman would surely be amazed by his transformation.

They understood that his alchemical talent was equally exceptional.

"Oh, by the way, remember to like my post in the Superhero Popularity Center and give me some support. When I have new ideas, I'll also help Aunt Diana upgrade her outdated equipment."

It's clear that Ian feels his transformation is actually a favor.

He hung up the phone.

Diana looked horrified as she held the phone with the dial tone.

"Like what?"

A bad feeling rose in her heart.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

The blue light from the screen reflected on her furrowed brow.

As she opened that world-renowned website, Diana's ominous premonition grew stronger—until she clicked on a popular video platform, and the first few videos on the homepage made her pupils shrink instantly.

The Death of a Hero: The Boy Forgotten by Time.

He was a true guardian, yet betrayed by the world!

Why did the boy who fell from the sky disappear overnight?

"Stocking Superhero, the True MVP Has Fallen!"