Chapter 37: Supergirl Kara! Death Returns!
Don’t get involved with Gotham.
It brings misfortune.
Ian has always kept this DC universe survival guide in mind since crossing over.
“Even dogs wouldn’t drink it, Cousin Aunt, you drink it.”
He pulled the straw out of the cola after taking a sip, then inserted it back upside down and directly shoved it back into Kara’s hand. Kara’s expression, with her brows almost furrowed into hooks, was still indescribable.
She just stared at Ian like that.
“Click, click~”
The fried chicken bought by others just smells more fragrant. Ian looked down into the packaging bag a few more times and saw there were still a few pieces left. The hair on his forehead slightly parted, revealing his fair and rosy forehead.
Yes, fair with a rosy tint, unique.
“There’s a bullet on your forehead…” Before she could figure out Ian’s way of addressing her, the dazed Kara noticed the abnormal situation with the strange boy in front of her.
Actually, she should have noticed this earlier.
It was just that Kara’s attention had only been on Ian’s looks before. Now, taking a closer look, good grief, the handsome kid’s forehead was embedded with a large-caliber pistol bullet!
“A bullet? What a joke!”
“Impossible, I run really fast, the security guards definitely couldn’t hit me.” Ian started devouring the fried chicken fiercely, his originally starving body finally getting satisfied.
Clumsy Cousin Aunt.
Actually trying to disturb him while he’s eating.
Really very bad, very bad.
“Does your head hurt?”
Kara’s eye twitched, her expression indescribably weird.
“Doesn’t hurt.”
Ian shook his head. Taking advantage of Kara not reacting, he didn’t just eat one bite; he ate bite after bite, performing for Kara a wave of fried chicken eating method where he crunched and swallowed even the bones.
“…”
Kara really hadn’t paid attention to her food rapidly disappearing.
She just stared at Ian’s forehead like that.
Finally.
The Supergirl, unable to hold back any longer, silently extended her hand that was as fast as lightning.
Her speed was really fast. Before the wolfing-down Ian could react, she pinched a metal bullet from Ian’s forehead with two fingers.
“I think you should feel pain… that would be normal.”
Kara suspected this was some kind of prank, but after looking around, she couldn’t find any filming camera. After hesitating for a moment, she still handed the bullet in her hand to Ian.
“Ah!?”
Ian stopped eating in shock.
Just as Kara thought Ian would be shocked, even scared to the point of rolling his eyes and fainting on the spot.
“Fake, it’s all your illusion, Cousin Aunt must have eaten poisonous mushrooms this morning.” Ian directly stuffed the bullet into his pocket, performing a wave of pretending it never happened if he couldn’t see it.
“?????”
Kara squatted down and picked up the bullet that had fallen out again from the hole in Ian’s pocket.
Ian saw this.
“Alright, you win, you’ve seen through the fact that I’m a noob.” He remembered that when he had run to a farther distance, he did look back at those shooting security guards.
He didn’t expect that among the queue with a monthly salary of three thousand five hundred US dollars, there was actually a sharpshooter.
Intense!
America is really too intense!
“This really isn’t a prank?”
Kara still maintained an indescribable expression.
She suspected Ian was carrying some special camera that even her super vision couldn’t detect. Hmm, such an explanation was still more reasonable than encountering someone who remained so calm after being shot by a large-caliber pistol.
“No prank, just biological science. Iron head skill definitely involves some science too. My forehead is indeed harder than the crown of my head.” Ian stuffed the last piece of fried chicken into his mouth.
His outrageous focus point almost made Kara lose composure.
No!
Is this a normal person’s reaction?
“If you like seeking attention, I can actually recommend my psychiatrist to you. Don’t misunderstand… I just feel that in today’s society, everyone has a lot of pressure.”
Kara really couldn’t hold back, but her basic manners were still maintained well. As soon as she asked, Ian didn’t answer but quickly handed over the medical certificate from the doctor.
“Actually, lately I’ve stopped wearing a hypocritical mask and have started feeling like I’m really almost recovered.” Ian spoke seriously, but didn’t get a response from Kara.
“…”
“…”
This was a silence where they looked at each other without speaking.
In the eerie quiet atmosphere, only the sound of Ian continuously eating the food Kara bought—fried chicken gone, then french fries, one bite, two bites, three or four bites, gluttonous big mouthfuls.
The luxurious fast food worth over a hundred US dollars was directly devoured by Ian.
“Ian Kent?”
Staring at the name on Ian’s medical certificate, the usually thick-skinned Kara’s eyes suddenly widened. She seemed to finally realize why the other called her Cousin Aunt.
Being hit by a bullet and still bouncing around alive suddenly made sense—truth be told, when she left Krypton back then, her escape pod was impacted by the Krypton explosion into the “Phantom Zone” where time and space were relatively static. Kara was trapped there for twenty-four years, and when she arrived on Earth at the age of 13, her cousin had already become Earth’s superhero.
The adult kind.
Thus, big sister became little sister.
The now grown man Clark rescued her from the escape pod and handed her over to the very loving Danvers couple to raise. These years, she has been living in this city called International City.
As for Clark’s family… well, Kara only remembered attending Clark’s wedding and hearing that Clark later had three lively and cute children.
It wasn’t that she was distant from Clark; in fact, Kara felt her communication with her older cousin was quite frequent, just that she had no contact with his family.
There was a reason for this, and the reason— at that moment, Kara, who had a normal expression, suddenly clutched her head, bending down as if having a headache and letting out a muffled grunt.
“Cousin Aunt, what’s wrong?”
Ian hurriedly reached out to support the elder who was slightly taller than him. Her arm was very soft, without any muscle feel. The Kryptonian body structure was absolutely a great miracle of the universe.
“Don’t call me Cousin Aunt… I’m not much older than you.” Kara suddenly acted like nothing happened, straightened up as if forgetting what had just occurred.
“Got it, Cousin Aunt.”
Ian nodded.
His eyes showed some confusion.
He felt something was off.
But couldn’t pinpoint what was off.
“…”
Faced with Ian’s repeated refusal to change, the somewhat depressed Kara could only explain his deliberate calling as Clark’s good upbringing, with the other emphasizing etiquette.
She was just about to sigh.
Suddenly, her movements froze. Even her golden hair suspended in mid-air, no longer swaying. The colors around began to fade: the off-white of the walls, the dark gray of the hallway, the brown of the floor, all like pigments diluted by water, peeling layer by layer, ultimately leaving only extremely pale outlines.
Ian’s nose tip caught a familiar scent.
“Big Sister.”
He turned his head and saw that familiar figure, so he had to become the fake-smiling boy he hated most. The woman still wearing the Grim Reaper Tessa skin was in a black dress, leaning against the wall.
Eyes sharp as torches.
Expression slightly dissatisfied.
Ian’s heart skipped a beat.
[ps: This little street rat continues to beg for the most crucial daily follow-up reading for the new book. As long as you big shots follow up daily during the new book period, I’ll do anything you want.]
