Chapter 115: First Strike! Batman On The Brink Of Death!
Outdoors.
Night rain pattered against the window.
Ian had wanted to enjoy a moment of peace, but his pleasant evening was interrupted by Batman. The impolite Gotham Freak left two wet footprints on the floor after entering.
“That’s not called stripping, that’s called looting gear,” Ian replied to Batman’s previous question. He had indeed tidied up the battlefield after resolving Savitar with his wisdom.
He remembered that before entering the Marvel Universe, Ian had just saved The Flash.
“Why is the girl who likes to follow you around hiding under your bed?” Batman’s goggles penetrated the bedsheet, scanning not only the scattered future technology beneath the large bed.
He also saw Madison.
It was clear that from Batman’s information about the Kent Family, Ian’s network of acquaintances had already been learned by this old man, so he didn’t suspect Ian of committing any crimes.
“Witch awakening?”
Batman even came up with the answer himself.
“You’re so clever.”
Ian put down the mobile phone he had just taken out. He had already started preparing to find a lawyer to sue Bruce Wayne for slander, but unfortunately, the master from Gotham was not going to give him a chance to strike it rich.
“…”
Batman stared at the half-broken mobile phone in Ian’s hand. He didn’t know what the phone had gone through before, but the information displayed on his goggles allowed him to know what Ian had been doing with it just now.
“Put away your wicked thoughts, and stop thinking about how to mess with me every day… and my son.” Batman took out a document bag from his embrace and threw it to Ian.
It was a trust agreement.
And the signature of Superman’s father.
It stated that the takeout business company invested in by Wayne Enterprises would have 40% of its shares inherited by Ian upon reaching adulthood, while Wayne Enterprises would hold the remaining 60%.
The Gotham master didn’t seem to plan on listing this company. Upon seeing the agreement, Ian was stunned for a moment, then took out a magnifying glass and meticulously inspected the agreement.
Subsequently.
Invisible potion detection, interlayer detection, magnifying the punctuation to carefully observe if there were any hidden words—he even checked if there were any magical traces on the agreement.
The entire set of checks was thorough and meticulous.
The more you know, the more you fear. After being an Evil God, Ian deeply understood that an Evil God was just another form of capitalist, and the man before him was the most formidable capitalist from the dark city of Gotham.
Batman himself was not without the guise of an Evil God.
“????????”
Batman stood there for a long time, and beneath his partially concealed mask, his muscles began to twitch. Fortunately, Ian had finally finished using all his detection methods at this moment.
“Hiss, so I’m the villain—I really should be captured by a villain and tortured tens of thousands of times every day, preferably with my body suffering terrible damage each time.” Ian sometimes had a personality that admitted his mistakes, and his mad “curse” made even Batman feel his words were excessive.
“It’s not that bad, you just need to know that you are indeed a villain,” Batman reminded him in a low voice, then walked to Ian’s bedside and leaned over to look under the bed.
“Yes, I’ve always known that.” Ian watched Batman squatting with his back to him, clutching the document tightly in his arms, and restrained his legs from wanting to kick Batman under the bed.
Honestly.
This was definitely not an easy task. After all, when faced with a shapely posterior, Ian’s legs always had a mind of their own, and he didn’t think anyone could resist kicking a king-class posterior that was facing him and was on the ground.
“Even though you’re a villain, I can see that you’re quite loyal and righteous.”
Batman lay by the bed and directly moved aside Madison, the girl holding cardboard. The cardboard had “【 Grim Reaper Stop 】” written on it, along with three thousand words of threats to the Grim Reaper.
Subsequently.
The old man dragged out a large pile of Savitar armor parts from under the bed.
“If you’re going to praise me, praise me more?” Ian leaned in, watching Batman take out an instrument and begin scanning the pile of Savitar wreckage.
Blue light continuously analyzed something.
Ian couldn’t quite understand the data on the instrument.
“Don’t get so close.”
Batman had a constant sense of crisis, as if Ian was about to ambush him. He warned Ian while scanning Savitar’s armor. However, Ian completely ignored this.
He had grown another day older.
And had become much more understanding.
“Then when you’re disguised as Uncle Bruce, I’ll come closer.” Ian moved back, speaking with emotion. “Actually, I’ve wanted to open up for many days. No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of my heart as soon as I saw Uncle Bruce. I guess Uncle Bruce’s money must have held me when I was a child.”
He still clutched the document bag tightly.
Speaking the truth from the bottom of his heart.
“…”
Hearing this, Batman, holding the scanning equipment in one hand, truly weighed his options in his heart for a long time before not clenching it into a fist—he only secretly clenched his other free hand.
“Tell me what happened after The Flash passed out.” Batman might have already learned some information from Barry Allen, but he still wanted some supplementary details.
“This is a long story.”
Ian sat cross-legged on his chair. The orange cat at home had been taken to the company by his mother, and the cat didn’t like going upstairs, so he could only pull out the demon’s head and pet it.
Seeing this scene made Batman feel his sanity rapidly draining.
“I hope you can make it a short story.”
Batman was rummaging through various parts.
“Alright, then it’s a short story…” The rain outside intensified. Ian, while petting the demon, recounted how he was ambushed by Savitar using The Flash after saying goodbye to the reporters.
He didn’t add much embellishment.
He also knew that this matter involved The Flash’s safety and an invasion from the outer universe.
“Are you saying Savitar tried to ambush you, and you, using your intelligence, led him to an unconquerable being, but you can’t tell me who that being is?”
Batman organized the information Ian had revealed.
His eyes flickered.
“Uncle Batman, I’m protecting you… and my future money.” Ian didn’t want to reveal anything about Lucifer. He knew how strong Batman’s curiosity was.
Few among the Big Shots dared to kill Batman.
Lucifer was among those few.
Ian’s intentions were good.
However.
“Los Angeles, Bar of Light—Barry already told me where you tricked Savitar to. What I want to know is why the bar owner named Lucifer came to the human world.”
“And why you are still alive after he came to see you.”
Batman had already learned about Lucifer’s identity through the information The Flash had before he passed out and investigated. The Lord of Hell hadn’t hidden anything about his activities in the human world.
“He thinks I’m arrogant enough to be a shield for him in the future.” Ian didn’t think he had an arrogant personality; he analyzed the information from the words of the female bartender behind him.
“Did you sell your soul to him?”
Batman looked up.
His eyes beneath the goggles fixed on Ian.
“That’s your prejudice. Actually, Lucifer has a very good temper, and he doesn’t like harvesting souls.” Ian, having experienced misunderstandings in the Marvel Universe, defended Lucifer.
Batman gave him a deep look.
“You are indeed quite arrogant.”
The old man lowered his head.
He slowly picked out a pair of underwear from the pile of equipment, which were clearly also taken from Savitar, along with a pile of fabric that appeared to be entirely from Savitar’s clothes.
“You stripped this off him too?”
Batman looked at Ian with a strange gaze.
“I put a plastic bag over it. Don’t tear the plastic bag, Savitar is from the future, I need someone to research if this is high-tech underwear.”
“You know, I have some scientist friends.” Ian’s answer was reasonable. Upon hearing this, Batman also scanned Savitar’s underwear with his instrument.
“These are ordinary underwear.”
He made his judgment.
“However, there might be biological information on it, which I can take back to research. Perhaps it can explain why Savitar needed Barry to be corroded by that strange energy.”
“Barry said Savitar is his future self.”
Saying this.
Batman put away Savitar’s underwear.
It was not without reason that he was listed on Ian’s Must-Eat List.
Some of his actions were truly thought-provoking.
“I still have the corpse, it might even be warm?” Ian pointed outside the window. He had put Savitar’s corpse in the trunk when he returned.
This was beyond Batman’s prediction.
“I thought you had already fed Savitar to your pet.” Batman’s gaze fell on the Demon Head, and upon seeing this, the Demon Head rolled its eyes.
“I don’t eat everything. Humans are not on my menu.”
It responded.
“I only eat humans when the Great God Ian tells me to.”
Of course.
This demon, fond of cracking jokes, didn’t forget to flatter Ian. However, the flattery was repetitive, and Ian, tired of it, did not give his approval.
“The corpse is in your flying car?”
Batman saw Ian nod and, before Ian could say anything, he directly climbed out the window. His practiced movements suggested he often used windows.
“No.”
Ian chased him to the window.
However.
It was too late.
“CRUNCH—”
A strange sound suddenly came from outside, a grating metal twisting sound from the yard. In the final silence, the satisfied purr of Hellcat’s engine was heard again.
Ian used his super jump to reach the back of the courtyard.
Only to see.
Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s Dark Knight, was being bitten in the mouth by a sports car with fangs. His cape drooped to the ground, and Hellcat’s tires spun excitedly in place.
It was like a big cat that had caught a new toy.
“Stop messing around, this is Uncle Batman, who I don’t know very well, and he knows Uncle Bruce, who I’m very close to!” Ian rescued Batman from Hellcat’s engine cover.
This shouldn’t count as a first-meeting kill, right?
After all, Batman clearly knew Ian had a flying car.
“What did you feed this possessed car? How could it ambush me!” Batman did know about this car, but his data seemed to be outdated.
“A little bit of the Demon King’s son?”
Ian felt a little guilty.
He was afraid Batman would complain to Superman.
“Actually, it’s just a bit timid, that’s why it reacted so strongly. Look, it didn’t even bite you hard.” Ian tried to make excuses for his car.
The car obligingly played radio music.
“The first time I stood up to a bully was the day my daddy died~”
“He said, ‘Promise me now, son, don’t ever run from a fight~'”
…
One had to admit.
The radio stations available to the car might have been limited.
The song it played was not very fitting.
It might have slightly touched Batman’s sensitive side.
Seeing this.
Batman’s face turned ashen.
“I’m wearing armor that’s against your father, of course your car can’t bite me! Damn it! I’ll bankrupt the Dodge Group sooner or later! I’ll initiate a hostile takeover of their stock tomorrow!”
Batman cursed as he walked.
He quickly walked towards the door, carrying Savitar’s corpse.
The black cape behind him fluttered in the rain.
“…”
Ian hadn’t expected Batman to react so strongly. He first whispered a lecture to Hellcat, then chased after Batman, who had slammed the door and entered the house in anger.
“I’ve already scolded it, Uncle Batman, please don’t take it out on a car.” Ian was also worried that one night in the future, a shadow would climb over his backyard with a hammer.
He knew that when facing the Dark Knight, he had to think with the darkest of intentions. It was like a business war; darkness, when intending to cause trouble, would inevitably choose the most straightforward method of revenge.
In the living room.
Batman was collecting Savitar’s biological information, while The Flash, Barry Allen, was sleeping in some instrument. This high-tech-looking device was clearly not Kent family equipment.
“Where’s my dad? Did he go to work overtime again?”
Ian looked around.
“He went to pick up Diana. Arthur and Mera will also come later,” Batman replied without looking up, essentially updating Ian on what had happened during the forty-five minutes he was asleep. Ian had been in the Marvel Universe for most of the day. However. In the DC Universe, only forty-two minutes had passed.
Ian blinked.
“Aquaman? And Aquaman’s wife?”
His tone rose slightly.
“Why would Queen Mera come to my house? She’s not a member of the Justice League!” The resentment of not being able to join the League made Ian’s face scrunch up as soon as he heard Queen Mera’s name.
He couldn’t even join the Justice League.
And Queen Mera, who could only play with water, could join the Justice League?
Jealousy.
Made Ian develop prejudice.
That was Queen Mera!
Even transmigrators knew what Queen Mera liked to do the most! Ian suspected he had listed Bruce Wayne’s information on Gotham’s Must-Eat List, and the cunning Batman was going to have Queen Mera come to his house to defecate.
It wasn’t that Ian was being overly suspicious.
This is Batman.
No one can say for sure if Batman has this kind of foresight.
After all, Batman does have a bit of Deadpool’s unique qualities about him.
“Why are you reacting so intensely?” Batman noticed something was off with Ian. He looked at Ian in surprise, and the boy’s face immediately showed a look of deep emotion.
“Don’t ask me such vulgar questions… Honestly, I just feel like your selection mechanism is rigged. If Queen Mera can join the Justice League, why can’t I, who am more just and kind?” Ian didn’t talk about interdimensional issues; he simply put aside his jealousy and asked with seriousness.
“You look down on Queen Mera, or perhaps Aquaman Arthur?” Batman’s expression was thoughtful. He thought about the comic book Ian had already released.
The character named Deep Sea within it.
It was definitely filled with prejudice against Aquaman Arthur. Perhaps Ian didn’t like Aquaman much? Batman had a slight guess in his heart, and he was also glad that Aquaman and his wife hadn’t seen that comic yet.
Of course.
They would see it sooner or later.
Batman just hoped the conflict would happen later, preferably not in front of him, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain why he had invested so much in this comic.
“No, I don’t have any issues with them. I just have an issue with the Justice League’s backdoor not working for me.” Ian still firmly believed he possessed all the qualities and conditions to join the Justice League.
“Your father told you before, right? You’re still too young.” Batman sighed. He didn’t know whether to be happy or speechless about Ian’s “heroic heart.”
“Too young?”
Ian directly scoffed.
“Not at all, it’s quite large. During the last school physical, the doctor was stunned.” If Batman weren’t a man, he might have actually revealed the facts.
And then brutally shut Batman up.
“?? ????”
Batman hadn’t experienced silence in a long time.
“You know what I mean, don’t try to confuse concepts. Even if I agreed, your father wouldn’t.” Honestly, he also didn’t want to see Ian join the Justice League from the bottom of his heart.
After all.
This was a very serious organization.
“If you don’t appreciate my stage name, I can create another alias. How about ‘Power of a Billion Stars’? That definitely has that old-school superhero vibe.”
Ian was persistent.
He was very covetous of the popularity that Justice League members brought, no, the magic power. And just as Batman felt it was difficult to communicate with this bratty child.
Suddenly.
A gust of wind appeared.
“Don’t torture your Uncle Batman anymore.” Superman Clark appeared in the living room. He was still wearing his battle suit, his red cape trailing behind him, looking very dashing.
“You and Jordan aren’t ready yet. You still have a long way to go.” The old father’s tone was gentle, yet indisputable, embodying traditional family values in child-rearing.
What else could Ian say?
Of course, he could only give up for now.
“Okay, then I’ll wait until I grow up a little more.” The cunning boy was also keeping his options open. He understood what it meant to bide his time, knowing he just needed to wait for the right opportunity.
This opportunity would surely not be far off. Now, he not only had a Super Brain but also a Shared Brain. Sooner or later, he would definitely become the new leader of the Justice League!
Sitting in the corner.
Ian began to spy on the Justice League meeting.
“Sorry, I went to buy something.”
Wonder Woman, who hadn’t brought a gift, walked in from the direction of the door. She was wearing her classic battle suit, a form-fitting outfit with iconic red and blue colors.
In the center of her chest was embedded a golden eagle emblem, symbolizing courage and strength. This battle suit not only hugged her body to showcase her perfect physique as an Amazon Warrior but also had red high boots that encased her long legs, which were not only beautiful but also possessed extremely high protective capabilities and flexibility.
“It seems I’m here quite early. Clark, is that your chil…” The Demigoddess seemed to be about to greet them but paused slightly upon seeing Ian.
“Hmm?”
The Amazon Warrior remained silent.
She just looked at Ian with a strange expression.
“Wonder Woman is actually a pervert!”
Ian also looked at Wonder Woman’s thighs and compared them to his Mimicry spider legs. The conclusion he reached was that his Mimicry spider legs looked more seductive.
Of course.
Staring would continue to be staring.
The main thing is to not suffer any loss.
“Bruce.”
Superman’s attention was not on the cold war between his young son and Wonder Woman.
“Your battle suit is upgraded again?”
He keenly noticed the subtle changes in Batman’s equipment.
A flicker of curiosity crossed his blue eyes.
“Anti-Superman Armor, 272nd generation.” After collecting Savitar’s surface biological information, Batman began to perform a localized dissection on Savitar.
He was extracting Savitar’s brain tissue using minimally invasive surgery.
It wasn’t bloody at all.
“Clark, you’re growing too fast.” While performing the “surgery,” Batman made no attempt to conceal his thoughts, simply speaking with a slightly weary tone, “It is no wonder.”
This blatant anti-Superman remark made Superman shake his head helplessly.
However, he wasn’t angry.
Clearly, this God of Man was accustomed to Bruce’s wariness.
“How’s Barry’s condition? Have you analyzed any clues?” He walked over to the strange instrument flashing with blue light and looked at The Flash, Barry Allen, who was enclosed in an energy field.
“I was just analyzing it.” Batman walked over to the instrument and entered a complex string of code, and a series of data streams immediately appeared on the holographic projection.
He stared at the data, which only he could understand, and remained silent for a moment.
Then he frowned.
“Barry’s body is completely normal. That energy can’t even be detected by instruments,” his voice was low, with a hint of confusion. “It’s as if it both exists and doesn’t exist.”
Hearing this.
Wonder Woman also frowned.
“This is even more bizarre than the Speed Force.”
She had clearly suffered from the Speed Force before, and her tone carried a hint of astonishment.
Hearing this.
Batman silently turned his head and said to Wonder Woman in a low voice, “It seems you haven’t seen what’s truly bizarre. The truly bizarre thing is sitting over there.”
His gaze was pointed and clear.
Diana looked at Ian again and found him pretending to be engrossed in watching television—even though the television was showing uninteresting history, the boy still seemed to be focused.
“Speaking of the child sitting over there,” Wonder Woman suddenly turned to Superman and whispered, “Clark, you never told me your son was a demigod…”
Her words carried a strange tone. Clearly, this Demigoddess could clearly sense the non-mortal magic power fluctuations emanating from Ian.
This was the reason Wonder Woman had been stunned earlier.
“He has Super Hearing.”
Clark also glanced at his young son, whose ears were practically perked up. His remark made Diana, who had tried to keep her voice down, a little embarrassed.
“Divine Power. Your son also has Divine Power.”
Batman didn’t care if Ian was eavesdropping. He gained a new piece of information from Diana, and couldn’t help but be a little surprised, looking at Superman with renewed suspicion.
“Don’t overthink it.”
Clark sensed the absurd speculation in Batman’s mind.
“Let’s not mention this again.”
Since Ian was eavesdropping in the living room, Clark’s attitude was very firm. He glared at Batman, whose curiosity was comparable to ten thousand cats, with a warning look.
Bruce’s eyes flickered.
Thoughtful.
“Indeed, we have a big mouth among us. I won’t say who, but he hasn’t arrived yet.”
Wonder Woman Diana was also deep in thought. She knew that since Super Hearing had already surfaced, then Ian Kent was at least half Kryptonian.
Lois was not a god, nor a demigoddess. How could she give birth to a son with divine power? If Lois knew about this, she would definitely be very unhappy.
It was normal for Clark not to mention it.
Wonder Woman gradually understood everything.
Clark couldn’t help but open his mouth when he saw this, but ultimately held back his speechless thoughts. However, Wonder Woman Diana gave him another knowing look.
“…”
Clark was once again plunged into his favorite silence.
“Since you can’t find the problem, let the person who found the problem tell us the answer.” Diana returned to the main topic, patted the instrument containing The Flash, and turned towards Ian.
“Little one.”
Diana crouched down, meeting Ian’s gaze, her voice gentle. “Your father said you can communicate with the Supreme Concept. Can you pray again and ask her what we should do?”
“If you help, I’ll let you touch my leg.” Wonder Woman had noticed Ian staring at her earlier, and she teased the little boy with a playful tone.
Just as the Amazon Warrior expected to see the boy’s face a mixture of shyness and annoyance, Ian did blush, but not from annoyance, but a slight “red temperature” blush.
“Good heavens, Auntie Diana, whom I’ve just met. Not only did you not bring a gift, but you also want me to give you one?” Ian’s eyes widened in shock. He suddenly turned to Superman, his voice raising an octave, “Old Man! Do you guys know Auntie Diana is a pervert?”
Saying this.
Ian jumped onto another sofa. His words caused the smiling and then stiffening Wonder Woman to finally understand what Batman meant by “bizarre thing.”
“You’re not allowed to post about your Auntie Diana online later.”
Superman Clark rubbed his temples, his tone full of helplessness.
“So, it’s okay to post about me?”
Batman, standing nearby, questioned Superman in the deepest voice he had ever used.
“?????”
Diana still didn’t quite understand what “posting online” meant, but she quickly distanced herself from Ian. After all, the Justice League knew that Ian had previously hired a lawyer to sue classmates’ parents.
A brief silence fell over the living room.
“Ian, try praying again.”
Finally, Superman Clark asked Ian to do so.
“Okay.”
Ian didn’t want to disturb Miss Death so late, but since his old man asked, he closed his eyes and prayed. This time, he finally received a response.
However.
Even though everyone held their breath, waiting for some miracle to descend.
“Miss Death said she’s sleeping.”
Ian’s answer was unexpected by everyone. He wasn’t lying this time; a response had truly been forcefully thrown into his mind.
It could be seen.
Miss Death probably really disliked The Flash. And rightly so, the big shots in the DC universe didn’t seem to have a good disposition towards speedsters, let alone Barry Allen, the source of all speedster evil.
“It seems we’ll have to rely on ourselves.”
Clark sighed helplessly.
Batman was not surprised by this outcome, nor was he disappointed.
“She’s lying to you. How could a being like that be sleeping?” Only after Wonder Woman recovered her senses did she raise an eyebrow and initiate her “revenge” on Ian.
“Miss Death wouldn’t lie to me.”
Ian immediately retorted.
His tone was very confident.
“She likes me the most… She hides somewhere every day to secretly watch me, purely unrequited love.” Seeing Diana start to scoff, Ian looked at his old father.
“Dad, can we have Auntie Diana go upstairs and lie in the same place as my deskmate, Madison? She’s trying to provoke a relationship between me and my long legs.”
This kind of thing is truly intolerable.
Weighing the pros and cons.
Ian knew how to do it.
Wonder Woman’s long legs were just okay.
They were nowhere near as good as Miss Death’s, who was a great pair of legs.
Superman: “…”
Batman’s mouth twitched as well.
And The Flash almost burst out laughing in the instrument.
Yes.
Barry Allen slowly woke up after Batman turned off the instrument, but he was still in the instrument receiving auxiliary treatment. His severely fractured leg was almost healed with the dual help of the Speed Force.
“What deskmate Madison?”
Perhaps only Diana among those present didn’t know what Ian was talking about.
Of course.
She also knew that Ian definitely wasn’t inviting her to stay the night.
“How am I doing?” Barry Allen, now awake, looked at the several superhero seniors with a sense of security and asked from inside the instrument.
“Not good.”
Batman’s honest answer made Barry Allen immediately lose his smile.
“As expected, I’m doomed, right?”
A look of extreme helplessness appeared on his face.
“Not necessarily. We can look for some solutions from your dreamscape, but that will require a machine that can observe your dreams. I’ll bring the instrument back from Gotham.”
After saying this.
Batman rushed towards the window in a hurry.
He disappeared into the night.
“He still dislikes using the main door so much.”
After a long silence, Wonder Woman also sighed softly.
“Perhaps he’s afraid of being bitten by something again?” Clark understood Batman better; his super hearing could detect what had happened even across several cities.
“Do you guys still keep dogs?”
Diana asked with some surprise.
Just as Superman was about to explain.
His ears twitched.
His super hearing had come into play again.
“That clone has appeared again.”
Superman’s expression froze. The gentleness in his blue eyes was instantly replaced by sharpness. His cape hadn’t even had time to billow – he seemed to have used a superpower like teleportation.
Clark vanished from the living room.
The sonic boom of tearing air didn’t arrive until three seconds later.
Shattering the glass cup on the coffee table.
Wonder Woman didn’t even have time to smooth down her skirt.
Of course.
Ian hadn’t reacted either.
“Damn, did your dad dive into the sun recently?” Diana looked at him, her Amazon warrior instincts sensing that Clark’s speed had surpassed Superman’s normal limit.
“If my dad worked that hard, I wouldn’t be looked down upon when I go out,” Ian blinked. Aspiring to be like his father, his first small goal was certainly Golden Superman.
Diana seemed to be gradually getting used to Ian’s way of speaking.
“What is he chasing?”
Diana was not well-informed about recent events in Metropolis, as each superhero had their own city to protect and generally only focused on issues within it.
“A clone contaminated by fel energy? Or maybe another unlucky guy from a parallel universe?” Ian only knew partial information and wasn’t hiding anything.
Hearing this.
Diana’s eyes lit up.
“Is it the thing that corrodes Kryptonian cells that Clark mentioned last time?” She suddenly rushed towards the window. “I need to see this for myself, to see what could almost do Superman in.”
The demigoddess’s takeoff for flight was like a hamster shot from a slingshot.
She bounced once on the lawn before ascending.
It was unclear if it was habit or if her race’s flight ability required a preliminary startup.
It felt a bit like how Ian used to be when he was a bouncing bunny.
“I want to go too,” Ian turned to look at The Flash in the instrument, his tone envious. “Luthor’s factory must have good drinks, the kind you can’t finish drinking.”
“If there were also a few more pots of bubbling green soup, tsk, you haven’t had it, you definitely wouldn’t know how delicious it is.” Just thinking about it brought back fond memories.
At that time.
Cousin Aunt Kara was still his capable assistant.
“Maybe you can go too, as long as you’re not afraid of getting beaten up?” The Flash had learned not to ask Ian what he wanted to drink, as he could tell from Ian’s description that it definitely wasn’t anything good.
“Actually, I already have a plan, but I need a little assistance from Uncle Barry,” Ian was about to activate his talent for persuasion.
“Knock knock knock~”
A sudden knock echoed.
With a touch of politeness.
“It might be Arthur and his wife. His wife is quite a beauty, and both are Atlanteans from the ocean,” The Flash spoke from within the instrument. He had woken up late and hadn’t seen Ian complain about Diana.
“Marine mammals, I know, I studied evolution.”
Ian turned to open the door.
The oak door creaked open, and the night wind of Metropolis, carrying streaks of rain, swept in.
A man in yellow stood outside.
A bright yellow jumpsuit, yellow gloves, yellow boots, and even the mask was a fluorescent bright yellow. The entire person was vibrating, and even Ian’s super vision couldn’t capture his face.
“Yes, your Aquaman and Queen Mera have arrived, kid.” The man in yellow grinned, his voice carrying a crackling, electric hum. He raised his constantly shaking hand.
He was holding two people.
The unconscious Aquaman Arthur, and his wife Mera.
