American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 115 First Encounter, One-Sided Kill! Batman Nearly Dies!

outside the house.

The night rain pattered against the window.

Ian had hoped to enjoy a moment of peace, but his beautiful night was interrupted by Batman. The rude Gotham Freak entered the house, leaving two wet footprints on the floor with his boots.

“That’s not called stripping naked, that’s called looting equipment.” Ian responded to Batman’s earlier question. After using his intelligence to defeat Savita, he did indeed clean up the battlefield.

Remember when Ian had just saved The Flash before he joined Marvel?

"Why is that girl who likes to follow you around under your bed?" Batman's goggles pierced through the sheets, revealing not only the scattered futuristic technology beneath the bed.

He also saw Madison.

Clearly, in Batman's information about the Kent family, Ian's network of relationships was already well-known to the older man, so he did not suspect that Ian was committing any crime.

"A witch awakening?"

Batman even came up with the answer himself.

"You are so smart."

Ian put down the phone he had just taken out. He had already started preparing to hire a lawyer to sue Bruce Wayne for defamation, but it was clear that the boss from Gotham was not going to give him the chance to explode.

"..."

Batman stared at the broken phone in Ian's hand. He didn't know what had happened to the phone, but the information displayed on his goggles told him what Ian had been doing with it.

"Stop with your wicked schemes and stop thinking about how to mess with me... and my son." Batman pulled a file folder from his pocket and tossed it to Ian.

That was a trust agreement.

It also has Superman's autograph.

The document indicates that Wayne Group has invested in a food delivery business, with 40% of the shares to be inherited by Ian upon reaching adulthood, while Wayne Group will hold the remaining 60%.

It seems that the patriarch of Gotham City has no intention of taking the company public. Upon seeing the agreement, Ian was initially taken aback, then pulled out a magnifying glass and carefully examined it.

immediately.

He checked for hidden words inside the invisible potion, the interlayer, and even magnified the punctuation marks to see if there were any hidden characters—he even checked the agreement for any traces of magic.

The entire testing process was thorough and meticulous.

The more you know, the more awe you will feel. Having been the master of the evil god, Ian knows that the evil god is just another form of capitalist, and the man in front of him is the most powerful capitalist from the dark city of Gotham.

Batman is not without the air of a villain.

"??????"

Batman stood there for a long time, his muscles twitching beneath his half-masked mask. Fortunately, Ian had finally exhausted all his detection methods by then.

"Hiss, so the villain is actually myself—I really deserve to be imprisoned by the villain and tortured tens of thousands of times a day, preferably with horrific damage to my body each time." Ian sometimes has the personality of admitting his mistakes, and his crazy self-curse made Batman think his words were a bit too extreme.

“It’s not that bad. You just need to know that you are indeed a villain,” Batman whispered a reminder, then walked to Ian’s bedside and leaned over to look under the bed.

“Yes, I’ve always understood that.” Ian looked at Batman, who was crouching down with his back to him, clutching the documents in his hands tightly, and stopped himself from kicking Batman under the bed.

to be frank.

This is definitely not an easy task. After all, when faced with a perky butt, Ian's legs always make their own decisions. He also felt that no one could resist kicking a king-level perky butt lying on the ground, right in front of him.

"Although you are a petty person, it's clear that you are quite loyal and righteous."

Batman lay down beside the bed and moved Madison, the girl who was holding a cardboard box, aside. The cardboard box had the words "Death Must Stop" and a 3,000-word threat to Death on it.

immediately.

The old man then dragged out a large pile of Savita armor parts.

"If you're going to praise him, then praise him a few more times," Ian leaned closer, watching as Batman pulled out a device and began scanning a pile of Saviorian fragments.

The blue light is constantly revealing something.

However, Ian didn't quite understand the data on the instrument.

"Don't get so close."

Batman had a persistent sense of unease that Ian was about to ambush him, and he warned him while scanning Savitar's armor. However, Ian was completely unfazed.

He grew another day older.

She has become much more understanding.

“Then I’ll come closer when you’re disguised as Uncle Bruce.” Ian moved back a little, his tone filled with emotion. “Actually, I’ve wanted to open up for many days now. No wonder I felt a sense of kinship when I saw that Uncle Bruce. I think Uncle Bruce must have hugged me when I was a child.”

He was still clutching the file folder tightly.

Speaking the truth from the bottom of my heart.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Batman hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to clench his fist with the hand holding the scanning equipment—he simply clenched his other, idle hand.

"Tell me what happened after The Flash fell into a coma." Batman may have already learned some things from Barry Allen, but he still wanted some additional information.

"It's a long story."

Ian sat cross-legged in his chair. His mother had taken the orange cat to the company, and the cat didn't like going upstairs, so he could only grab the devil's head and pet it.

This scene made Batman feel like his sanity was plummeting.

"I hope you'll get to the point."

Batman is fiddling with various parts.

“Okay, let’s keep this short…” The rain outside the window grew louder as Ian petted his cow and recounted how he was ambushed by Savita, who used Flash, after he said goodbye to the interviewer.

There wasn't much embellishment.

He also knew that this matter involved the Flash's safety and an invasion from outer space.

"You mean, Savita attempted to ambush you, and you used your intelligence to lure him to an invincible being, but you can't tell me who that being is?"

Batman summarized the information Ian had revealed.

Eyes twinkling.

“Uncle Batman, I’m protecting you… and my future money.” Ian didn’t want to reveal anything about Lucifer; he knew just how insatiable Batman’s curiosity was.

There aren't many big shots who would dare to kill Batman.

Lucifer was among these few.

Ian had good intentions.

however.

“Los Angeles, Bar of Light—Barry has already told me where you tricked Savita into coming to Earth. What I want to know is why that bar owner named Lucifer came to Earth.”

"Also, why are you still alive after he came looking for you?"

Batman, however, had already discovered Lucifer's identity through the information Flash had gathered before he fell unconscious. The Lord of Hell was not hiding anything while active on Earth.

“He thinks I’m arrogant enough to be his shield in the future.” Ian doesn’t think he has an arrogant personality; he gleaned the information from the bartender’s words behind him.

"You sold your soul to him?"

Batman looks up.

His eyes, hidden behind his goggles, were fixed on Ian.

“That’s your prejudice. Actually, Lucifer has a very good temper, and he doesn’t like harvesting souls.” Ian, who had been misunderstood in the Marvel universe, defended Lucifer.

Batman gave him a deep look.

"You are indeed quite arrogant."

The old man bowed his head.

Slowly, he picked out a pair of underwear from a pile of equipment, which was obviously taken from Savita's body, along with a pile of items that appeared to be all the fabric from Savita's body.

"You even peeled this thing?"

Batman looked at Ian with a very strange expression.

"I put a plastic bag over it, so don't tear it. Savita is from the future, I need to have someone investigate whether this is high-tech underwear."

“You know, I know a few scientist friends.” Ian’s answer made sense, and upon hearing this, Batman scanned Savita’s underwear with his device.

"These are just ordinary underwear."

He made a judgment.

"However, there may be biological information on it. I can take it back and study it. Perhaps it will help me find out why Savita needs Barry to be corrupted by that strange energy."

“Barry said that Savita is the future him.”

talking.

Batman put Savita's underwear away.

There's clearly a reason why Ian put him on the must-eat list.

Some of their actions are truly thought-provoking.

“I still have the body, maybe it’s still warm?” Ian pointed out the window. When he came back, he also put Savita’s body in the trunk.

This was unexpected by Batman.

"I thought you had already fed Savita to your pet." Batman's gaze fell on the demon head, which immediately rolled its eyes.

“I don’t eat everything; humans aren’t on my menu.”

It spoke up and gave a response.

“I will only eat humans that the great God Ian tells me to eat.”

of course.

This witty devil didn't forget to take the opportunity to flatter Ian, but it was just the same few flattering remarks over and over again, and Ian, who was tired of hearing them, didn't give any praise.

"The body was in your flying car?"

Seeing Ian nod, Batman climbed out of the window before Ian could even say anything, his practiced ease showing he was no stranger to using windows.

"No."

Ian chased after him to the window.

however.

It's too late.

“Crack—”

A strange noise suddenly came from outside, a sickening metallic creaking sound came from the yard, and in the last moment of silence, the satisfied purring of the Hellcat engine rang out again.

Ian used his super jumping ability to reach the back of the courtyard.

I saw.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's Dark Knight, is being bitten in the mouth of a sports car with fangs. His cape hangs to the ground, while the Hellcat's tires spin excitedly in place.

It looks just like a big cat that's gotten a new toy.

"Stop messing around, this is Uncle Batman who I don't know very well, but he knows Uncle Bruce who is very close to me!" Ian rescued Batman from the hood of Hellcat.

This shouldn't be considered a kill on first meeting, right?
After all, Batman clearly knew that Ian had a flying car.

"What did you feed this Wraith Car? How could it possibly have ambushed me!" Batman did know about the car, but his data updates seemed outdated.

"Did you feed him a tiny 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 excuse his toy car.

The car also played radio music in response.

The first time I stood up to a bully was the day my daddy died.

He said, “Promise me now, son, never run from a fight.”

……

have to say.

The number of radio stations in a car may be limited.

The song it played wasn't quite appropriate for the occasion.

It may have slightly touched Batman's sensitive skin.

I saw.

Batman's face turned ashen.

"This is anti-daddy armor, your car can't possibly bite me! Damn it! I'll bankrupt Dodge sooner or later! I'm going to hostilely acquire their stock tomorrow!"

Batman was cursing.

He carried Savita's body and strode quickly toward the gate.

The black cloak behind him fluttered in the rain.

"..."

Ian hadn't expected Batman to react so strongly. He first whispered a lecture to Hellcat before catching up with Batman, who had stormed into the house.

“I’ve already cursed it, Uncle Batman, don’t take it to heart just because it’s a car.” Ian was also a little worried that one night in the future, a shadowy figure would come into his backyard with a hammer.

He knew that when facing the Dark Knight, he had to use the darkest mind to figure him out. It was like a business war; when darkness wanted to cause trouble, it would inevitably choose the simplest form of revenge.

in the living room.

Batman is collecting Savitar's biological information, while The Flash, Barry Allen, is sleeping in a high-tech device that clearly isn't part of the Kent family's equipment.

"Where's my dad? Did he go to work overtime again?"

Ian looked around.

"He went to pick up Diana, and Arthur and Mera will be here soon," Batman replied without looking up, essentially providing Ian with an update on what had happened during his forty-five minutes of sleep. Ian had spent most of the day in the Marvel Universe. However, in the DC Universe, only forty-two minutes had ever passed.

Ian blinked.

"Aquaman? And Aquaman's wife?"

His tone rose slightly.

"Why is Ocean Queen coming 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 Ocean Queen's name.

He couldn't even join the Justice League.

Can someone who only knows how to play in the water join the Justice League?
Hey.

To make Ian prejudiced.

That's the Queen of the Sea!
Even time travelers know what Mera loves to do! Ian suspects he posted Bruce Wayne's information on Gotham's must-eat list, and the cunning Batman is about to order Mera to poop at his house.

It's not that Ian is paranoid.

This is Batman, after all.

No one can say for sure whether Batman has this ability to predict the future.

After all, Batman has some of Deadpool's unique qualities.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Batman noticed Ian's strange behavior and looked at him in surprise. The boy's face then showed a sigh.

"Don't ask me such filthy questions... To be honest, I just feel that your selection mechanism is rigged. Why can the Queen of the Sea join the Justice League, but I, who am more righteous and kind, can't?" Ian didn't talk about the issue of cross-dimensionality. He simply put aside his jealousy and asked a serious question.

"You don't think much of Mera, the Queen of the Sea, or even Arthur, the King of the Sea?" Batman's expression was thoughtful as he thought of Ian's comics, which were already in the release phase.

The character named Deep Sea.

It was definitely shrouded in prejudice against Aquaman Arthur. Perhaps Ian didn't like Aquaman? Batman had a slight guess in his mind, and he was also glad that Aquaman and his wife hadn't seen that comic yet.

of course.

We'll see it sooner or later.

Batman just hoped the conflict would happen later, preferably not in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain why he had invested so many resources in this comic.

“No, I have no problem with them. I just have a problem with the Justice League not letting me through the back door.” Ian still firmly believed that he possessed all the qualities and conditions to join the Justice League.

"Your dad told you that before, right? You're still too young." Batman sighed, unsure whether to be happy or speechless about Ian's "heroic heart."

"Too small?"

Ian just scoffed.

"It's not small at all, it's actually quite big. The doctor was stunned during the last school physical exam." If Batman weren't a man, he might actually have revealed the truth.

Then slap Batman in the face.

"??????"

Batman hasn't experienced silence in a long time.

"You know what I mean. Stop trying to confuse things. Even if I agree, your father won't." In truth, he genuinely didn't want to see Ian join the Justice League.

after all.

This is a very serious organization.

"If you don't like my stage name, I can create another one, how about 'Billions of Stars Power'? That would definitely have a classic superhero vibe."

Ian persevered.

He was extremely envious of the attention, no, the magic, that the Justice League members could bring. And just when Batman felt he still had some difficulty communicating with the bratty kid...

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared.

"Stop torturing your Uncle Batman." Superman Clark appeared in the living room, still wearing his battle suit, his red cape hanging down his back, looking very dashing.

"Neither you nor Jordan are ready yet. You have a long way to go." The father's tone was gentle but firm, reflecting the traditional family's educational philosophy.

What else could Ian say?

Of course, he had no choice but to give up for the time being.

"Okay, then I'll wait until I'm a little older." The cunning boy was also cautious; he knew what it meant to wait for the right opportunity and was well aware that he only needed to wait for the right chance.

This opportunity is certainly not far off. Now he not only has a super brain, but also a shared brain. Sooner or later, he will definitely become the new leader of the Justice League!

I sat down in the corner.

Ian began spying on the Justice League meetings.

"Sorry, I went to buy something."

Wonder Woman, who hadn't brought any gifts, walked in through the front door, dressed in her classic battle attire—a tight-fitting suit with her signature red and blue color scheme.

A golden eagle emblem, symbolizing courage and strength, is inlaid in the center of her chest. This suit not only hugs her curves, showcasing her perfect physique as an Amazon warrior, but also features red high-top boots that encase her long, beautiful legs, offering both exceptional protection and agility.

"Looks like I've arrived relatively early, Clark, is that your child..." The Earth demigod seemed about to greet him, but paused slightly upon seeing Ian.

"Ok?"

The female knight-errant remained silent.

She was just looking 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 own mimicking spider legs, ultimately concluding that his mimicking spider legs looked sexier.

of course.

We still have to keep staring at it.

The main focus is on ensuring you don't lose out.

"Bruce."

Superman's attention wasn't on the cold war between his youngest son and Wonder Woman.

"Your battle suit has been upgraded again?"

He keenly noticed the subtle changes in Batman's equipment.

A hint of curiosity flashed in his blue eyes.

"Anti-Superman Armor, Generation 272." After collecting Savita's surface biological information, Batman began to perform a partial dissection of Savita.

He used minimally invasive surgery to extract Savita's brain tissue.

It wasn't bloody at all.

"Clark, you've grown up too fast." While performing the "surgery," Batman made no attempt to hide his feelings, simply expressing his感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection) in a slightly weary tone.

This blatant anti-Superman statement made Superman shake his head helplessly.

However, he was not angry.

Clearly, this god among men had become accustomed to Bruce's wariness.

"How's Barry doing? Have you figured out any clues?" He walked up to the strange device that was flashing blue light and looked at the Flash, Barry Allen, who was enveloped in an energy field inside.

“I was just doing an analysis.” Batman walked to the instrument, entered a string of complex code, and a series of data streams immediately appeared on the holographic projection.

He stared at the data that only he could understand and remained silent for a moment.

He then frowned.

“Barry is perfectly healthy; that energy is undetectable by instruments.” His voice was low, tinged with confusion. “It’s like it both exists and doesn’t exist.”

Hear the words.

Wonder Woman also frowned.

"This is even more sinister than the Speed ​​Force."

She had clearly suffered from the effects of the Speed ​​Force, and her tone carried a hint of surprise.

Hear the words.

Batman silently turned his head and lowered his voice to Wonder Woman, saying, "Looks like you haven't seen the real evil. The real evil thing is sitting over there."

His gaze was very focused.

Diana looked at Ian again and found him pretending to be engrossed in watching the television—even though it was showing boring history, the boy seemed to be paying attention.

“Speaking of the kid sitting over there,” Wonder Woman suddenly turned to Superman, lowering her voice, “Clark, you didn’t tell me your son is a demigod…”

Her words carried a strange undertone; clearly, this demigod of Earth could sense the superhuman magical fluctuations emanating from Ian.

Wonder Woman Diana was stunned for this reason.

"He has super hearing."

Clark also turned to look at his youngest son, whose ears were practically perked up. His words made Diana, who had been trying to keep her voice down, feel somewhat embarrassed.

“Divine power, your son also possesses divine power.”

Regardless of whether Ian was eavesdropping, Batman was somewhat taken aback by the new information he had received from Diana, and his gaze toward Superman once again carried a hint of suspicion.

"Don't think blindly."

Clark sensed the absurd speculation in Batman's mind.

"Let's not bring this up again."

Because Ian was eavesdropping in the living room, Clark's attitude seemed very tough. He glared fiercely at Batman, whose curiosity was comparable to that of a thousand cats, with a warning look.

Bruce's eyes flickered.

Thoughtful.

"Indeed, there's a big mouth among us. I won't say who it is, he hasn't arrived yet."

Wonder Woman Diana was also deep in thought. She knew very well that since Super Hearing had already emerged, Ian Kent must be at least half Kryptonian.

Louise is neither a god nor a demigod, so how could she have a son with divine power? If Louise knew this, she would definitely be very unhappy.

It's normal that Clark didn't say anything.

Wonder Woman gradually came to understand everything.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help but open his mouth, but ultimately held back his speechless frustration. Wonder Woman Diana, on the other hand, gave him a knowing look.

"..."

Clark fell silent once again, a silence he cherished most.

“Since you can’t find the problem, let the people who have found the problem tell us the answer.” Diana returned to the main point, patted the device storing The Flash, and turned to walk towards Ian.

"brat."

Diana crouched down to Ian's eye level, her voice gentle, "Your father said you can communicate with the highest concepts. Could you pray one more time and ask her what we should do?"

“If you help me, I’ll let you touch my leg.” Wonder Woman had noticed that Ian had been staring at her, and she teased the little boy with a hint of amusement.

Just as the heroine thought she would see the little boy's face filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Ian did blush, but not with embarrassment or anger; rather, it was a slightly warm blush.

"My God, Aunt Diana, whom I'm meeting for the first time, you didn't bring a gift, and now you expect me to give you one?" Ian's eyes widened in shock. He turned sharply to Superman, his voice rising eight octaves, "Dad! Did you know that Aunt Diana is a psychopath?"

talking.

Ian then jumped onto another sofa. His words made Wonder Woman, whose smile was gradually freezing and whose body was beginning to stiffen, finally understand what the evil thing Batman was talking about was.

"You're not allowed to post your Aunt Diana online later."

Superman Clark rubbed his temples, his tone helpless.

"So, hanging up on me is okay?"

Batman, standing nearby, questioned Superman in the deepest voice he had ever used.

"?????"

Diana was still a little confused about what it meant to post it online, but she quickly distanced herself from Ian, since the Justice League knew that Ian had previously hired a lawyer to sue his classmates' parents.

A brief silence fell over the living room.

“Ian, try praying one more time.”

In the end, it was Superman Clark who spoke up to Ian and made the request.

"Ok."

Ian didn't want to bother Miss Death so late, but since it was his father who had spoken, he closed his eyes and prayed. This time, he finally received a response.

however.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for some kind of miracle to happen.

"Miss Death said she's asleep."

Ian's answer was completely unexpected—he wasn't lying this time; someone had genuinely thrown a response into his head.

I can tell.

Miss Death might genuinely dislike The Flash. That makes sense; the bigwigs of the DC Universe don't seem to have a very good impression of speedsters, let alone Barry Allen, the very source of all evil for speedsters.

"It seems we still have to rely on ourselves."

Clark sighed helplessly.

Batman was neither surprised nor disappointed by the result.

"She's lying to you. How could something like that sleep?" Wonder Woman, after regaining her senses, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and begin her "revenge" against 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, it’s a pure crush.” Seeing Diana start to chuckle, Ian also looked at his old father.

“Dad, can we let Aunt Diana go upstairs and lie down with my deskmate Madison? She’s trying to cause trouble between me and my thigh.”

This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate.

Weigh the pros and cons.

Ian will still do it.

Wonder Woman's long legs are just so-so.

She's nowhere near as good as Miss Death, who has such a great backer.

Superman: "..."

Batman's lips twitched as well.

The Flash almost burst out laughing inside the machine.

Yes.

Barry Allen slowly awoke after Batman turned off the device, but he remained inside the device receiving auxiliary treatment. His severely fractured leg was almost fully healed with the help of the Speed ​​Force.

"What, Madison, my deskmate?"

Of those present, only Diana probably didn't know what Ian was talking about.

of course.

She knew Ian was definitely not inviting her to stay the night.

"How am I?" Barry Allen, who had just woken up, looked at the several superhero veterans and felt a great sense of security. He leaned over the machine and asked the outside world.

"not too good."

Batman's honest answer made Barry Allen lose his smile.

"As expected, I'm doomed, aren't I?"

His face showed an expression of extreme helplessness.

"Not necessarily. We can look for some solutions in your dreams, but that would require a machine that can observe your dreams. I'll bring the equipment back when I go back to Gotham."

Done.

Batman also rushed towards the window in a flurry of activity.

He disappeared into the night.

"He still doesn't like to use the main entrance."

After a long silence, Wonder Woman also sighed softly.

"Perhaps he's afraid of being bitten by something again?" Clark understands Batman better; his super hearing allows him to detect what happened even across several cities.

Do you have a dog at home?

Diana was somewhat surprised.

Just as Superman was about to explain.

His ears suddenly twitched a few times.

This is another example of how super hearing works.

"That clone has reappeared."

Superman's expression froze abruptly, the gentleness in his blue eyes instantly replaced by sharpness. His cape didn't even have time to flutter—he looked as if he had used teleportation superpowers.

Clark vanished from the living room into thin air.

The sonic boom that tore the air apart didn't arrive until three seconds later.

The glass on the coffee table shattered.

Wonder Woman didn't even have time to hold down her skirt.

of course.

Ian didn't react either.

"Damn it, has your dad gone into the sun lately?" Diana asked in surprise. Her Amazonian warrior instincts told her that Clark's speed had exceeded Superman's normal limits.

“If my dad worked that hard, I wouldn’t be considered inferior to others when I’m out in the world.” Ian blinked. Hoping his father would become a dragon, his first small goal would definitely be to become a golden superhero.

Diana seemed to gradually get used to Ian's way of speaking.

What did he go after?

Diana was unaware of the recent events in Metropolis. After all, every superhero has a city to protect, and they usually only pay attention to problems in their own city.

"A clone corrupted by fel energy? Or perhaps another unfortunate soul from a parallel universe?" Ian only knew part of the information and didn't hide anything from him.

Hear the words.

Diana's eyes lit up.

"Is it the thing Clark mentioned last time that corrodes Kryptonian cells?" She suddenly rushed to the window. "I need to go see what's going on and see what could almost get Superman into trouble."

The demigod lady's flight start resembled a hamster being launched by a slingshot.

It bounced once on the lawn before taking off directly into the air.

I don't know if it's a habit or if their race's flight ability requires a pre-launch action.

It's a bit like Ian's old days as the bouncy bunny.

“I want to go too.” Ian turned to look at the Flash in the machine, his tone envious. “Luthor’s factory must have delicious drinks, the kind you can never finish.”

"If only we could have a few more pots of soup with green bubbles, wow, you've never had it, you have no idea how delicious it is." Just thinking about it brings back wonderful memories.

that time.

His cousin Kara was also 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, since he could tell from Ian's description that it was definitely not something good.

“Actually, I already have a plan, but I need a little help from Uncle Barry.” Ian was about to use his talent for persuasion.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

It carried a sense of politeness.

"It's probably Arthur and his wife who have arrived. His wife is a great beauty, and both of them are Atlanteans from the ocean," the Flash said into the device. He woke up late and didn't see Ian accusing Diana.

"Marine mammals, I know that, I've studied evolution."

Ian turned to open the door.

The oak door creaked open, and the metropolitan night wind, carrying raindrops, rushed in.

A man in yellow was standing outside the door.

The guy was wearing a bright yellow jumpsuit, yellow gloves, yellow boots, and even his mask was a fluorescent bright yellow. He was moving around so much that even Ian's super vision couldn't catch a glimpse of his face.

“Yes, your Aquaman and Aquaman have arrived, kid.” The man in yellow grinned, his voice crackling like electricity, and raised his hand that was waving incessantly.

There were two people being carried on it.

The unconscious Aquaman Arthur and his wife Mera.

(End of this chapter)