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

Chapter 242 Batman is really gone this time!

obviously.

It's something you can figure out without even using your brain.

Because of the unknown anomalies caused by the three children in the past.

In the future, this place is undergoing corrections and alterations based on time paradoxes in a way that is common in the DC universe, but almost always chilling.

The metropolis, a city symbolized by light and hope, is undergoing a silent and terrifying transformation. The once pristine and bright glass-walled buildings are now revealing massive, neon-lit pipes and irregular metal patches on their surfaces—and the taxis on the streets are changing as well.

As the old-fashioned yellow taxi drove along, its shape seemed to be modified by an invisible paintbrush, gradually twisting into a more streamlined, floating car silhouette with an exaggerated tail fin and colorful light strips.

in the air.

A faint scent, a mixture of engine oil and cheap perfume, began to permeate the air. Even more strangely, things that weren't there before were starting to appear out of thin air.

Next to Metropolitan Central Park, a building bearing the sign "Metropolitan First People's Hospital," its style incongruous with the surroundings, is gradually coming into focus.

It's as if it's trying to forcibly embed itself into reality.

All these changes did not happen instantly, but rather gradually and steadily swept over the original reality like a tide.

It's as if a giant eraser, written in the style of "New America," is ruthlessly erasing everything that was before redrawing what it considers the "correct" picture.

"Damn it! Did they overthrow America in the past? What the hell is going on?!"

Constantine stared in horror at the nightmarish scene unfolding around him; even the magical rules he relied on to understand and manipulate reality were becoming chaotic.

Difficult to use.

You have to do something!

With no other option, Constantine, blood trickling from his mouth, could only look to the Flash.

His attempts to cast spells all ended in failure, and even caused some backlash to his body due to incorrect spellcasting under the current rules of magic.

However, the current "magic master" no longer cares about his own health.

"The timeline is being massively rewritten!" The Flash, Barry Allen, has the keenest sense of time; he can "hear" the painful groans emanating from time itself. Therefore, he shares Constantine's panic. "Yes, yes! I have to do something! Quick! Tell me, what can I do?!"

Others asked him.

His mind went completely blank.

He looked like a combination of a quail and a headless fly. After looking around for a while without finding a better person to think about, he could only turn his pleading eyes to Constantine, the only one on the scene who might have a solution.

It really feels like they're just passing the buck.

"???" Constantine looked at this superhero who claimed to be able to exceed the speed of light and travel through time, but now he was asking him for help like a primary school student who had lost his homework.

He was immediately speechless.

"Am I the superhero or are you the superhero?!" Constantine roared, "Use your speedster brain!"

"Isn't your brain supposed to run faster than time?!"

Constantine is certainly very knowledgeable about superheroes, after all, he operates in the gray area and can sell villains secondhand hero information for money.

"Oh, right, right."

Barry seemed to be awakened by Constantine's shout.

He nodded quickly, and the golden speed force around him crackled like electricity. The rapidly flowing energy even stimulated his cerebral cortex in an attempt to spark inspiration.

"I've got it!" The Speed ​​Force is indeed very useful; it's Barry's favorite. A few moments later, he suddenly slapped his forehead, his eyes lighting up, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

"What's the idea?"

Constantine looked at him expectantly.

The Flash said with a serious expression.

"I need to find Superman and Batman!"

Yes, that was his brilliant idea.

Constantine: “…”

The answer was so “fantastic” that Constantine fell into a three-second silence, followed by a deeper sense of speechlessness and an urge to curse.

He began to wonder if the speedster's brain had been burned out by the Speed ​​Force! However, before Constantine could respond or mock him, the speedster's body crackled with electricity again, and he left with the words, "I'll be right back!" before transforming into a golden bolt of lightning.

Barry!

Barry Allen is running!
He raced through the cyberpunk-inspired streets, reaching Gotham at a speed he had recently broken! Along the way, Barry Allen witnessed even more bizarre and fantastical sights.

More and more toll booths for "national highways" have appeared out of nowhere on the roads, and some toll collectors' figures have even begun to solidify. Small drones with flashing police lights are patrolling the sky. All the billboards on the street have become holographic projections, playing advertisements for various prosthetic implants and neural plug-ins.

"Cyberpunk?!"

Barry Allen seemed to know in what direction the Metropolis was going to "mutate," but even his brain, which was faster than light, couldn't figure out what kind of change would cause such a chain reaction.

As he rushed into Gotham, his heart sank even further—the changes here were just as severe, and in a completely different style! Gotham's architecture was becoming more distorted and grotesque, the colors were becoming more vibrant and insane, and eerie smiley face graffiti began to appear on the walls. The entire city seemed to be evolving into a kind of manic aesthetic dominated by the Joker!

"Oh my god..." The Flash wailed inwardly, feeling his heart couldn't take it anymore. "What on earth did those kids do in the past?!"

He could only control himself from thinking too much.

otherwise.

Thinking hard.

And like the Flash, he wasn't the only one asking himself this question—the atmosphere inside the Batcave was as heavy as lead.

Superman Clark looked at Batman, whom he had just carefully placed in a special container, and then turned to look at Bruce Wayne, who was pushing a wheelchair out of the shadows.

His face was filled with anxiety and confusion.

"Bruce... what exactly is going on? What did those kids do in the past?" This was the exact same question on the Flash's mind. Clark's voice trembled slightly, as he couldn't imagine what kind of behavior could trigger such a terrifying time-space chain reaction.

“To be honest, Clark… I don’t know.” Batman’s voice was weak and hoarse, coming through the auxiliary voice system built into his armor.

This rare, powerless reply made Clark's heart sink—a situation that even Bruce couldn't foresee or analyze was truly unimaginable for Superman.

It was an unprecedented catastrophe.

"I don't think it's Jonathan and... well, it's just not Jonathan who caused the problem."

Clark spoke in a deep voice.

For some reason, the scene fast-forwarded to the pot-dividing part. Just then, a golden flash of lightning appeared, and the Flash, Barry Allen, appeared breathlessly inside the Batcave.

"Bruce! Clark! Something's wrong! Outside...outside is complete chaos! Metropolis is turning into cyberpunk! Gotham is becoming Jokerland!"

Barry shouted at breakneck speed.

He explained the situation succinctly.

Batman's gaze seemed to be "looking" at The Flash.

“Barry…” His voice was still weak, but carried an undeniable command, “You have to go back…bring them back…correct the impact.”

His tone was extremely serious; this was the most direct solution he could think of at the moment. However, upon hearing this request, the Flash's face showed an extremely complex and troubled expression.

“Go back to the past? This… I can’t do this!” Barry blurted out almost without hesitation, his voice filled with an indescribable embarrassment.

"What do you mean by 'not reaching'?" Clark immediately realized something was wrong, his brow furrowing. Wasn't time travel an ability as natural as breathing for the Flash?
"If I can't do it, then... that's beyond my capabilities." The Flash avoided Superman's gaze and gave a vague response.

“But this is the ability you’ve always had!” Clark’s eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty; he felt that Barry in front of him was somewhat unfamiliar.

"Although that's what you say, and that's what everyone says... but..." The Flash hesitated, seemingly caught in some kind of cognitive confusion and struggle.

Don't know how to explain it.

"Hmm, it seems to match what my information suggests." At this moment, Batman, lying in his wheelchair, seemed to see through something with his extraordinary insight.

“Barry wasn’t lying.” Batman’s voice carried a calm, insightful quality. “Our memories, and his memories… may be somewhat different.”

These words struck The Flash like a thunderbolt, making his expression even more complex, even tinged with bewilderment and pain, as if he had touched upon a truth he couldn't understand and didn't want to face. "He's not the Barry we know?" Clark's expression froze, contemplating parallel universes, identity swapping, and various other possibilities.

"No, I remember what happened before, and what I could do before, but those memories are becoming more and more like a dream..."

"What's influencing me? Believe me, things aren't what you think..."

The Flash quickly waved his hand.

But he seemed unable to provide a clear explanation.

then.

He could only look to Batman for help.

“Barry is right, he’s still our Barry, it’s just…” Batman sighed at this point, sounding tired as he spoke again.

"The specifics... I'm afraid I can't explain them to you in detail anymore. In short, if that time machine in the Hall of Justice also becomes unusable..."

He paused, as if making a decision, and then uttered the name: "Go find Ian Kent! Find the source that has locked down time!"

Done.

Sitting in his specially designed wheelchair, Batman ignored Clark's increasingly interesting expression and instead turned his gaze to the huge monitoring screen inside the cave.

on the screen.

It was displaying in real time the increasingly bizarre changes in New York, London, Paris... and Gotham and Metropolis. He slowly raised his hand, encased in his armor, and extended it before his eyes.

To Clark and Barry's horrified gaze, Batman's hand was becoming transparent at a visible speed! It was as if his entire being was being erased from the world!

"Ah."

It seemed like self-mockery.

Subsequently.

Bruce Wayne remained calm and composed.

There was not a single ripple.

It seems they had anticipated all of this.

"Bruce! What's wrong with you?! No, you're being affected by the timeline shift!" Clark exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to grab Bruce.

However, his hand passed through the gradually dissipating phantom and could not grasp any substance!

"Goodbye."

There was only time to leave one sentence.

Batman's figure, like a candle flickering in the wind, vanished completely under the stunned gazes of Clark and Barry, leaving no trace as if he had never existed.

After a brief silence.

"They... Damian! Damian killed Batman!" The Flash, Barry Allen, let out a sharp cry, instinctively covering his mouth but unable to hide the horror on his face.

His voice was trembling.

Clearly, based on this horrifying scene, some kind of terrifying mental construct has been made.

Barry Allen understands the workings of time and immediately believes that it was because Damian committed some kind of patricide in the past that Batman's existence in the future was completely erased!

"go!"

Clark suppressed the immense shock within him; he knew this was not the time for shock and grief! He had to stop the situation from deteriorating further!
So he roared at Barry, and then his figure transformed into a blue phantom, rushing out of the Batcave at a speed far exceeding that of lightning!
This is truly faster than lightning.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The Flash didn't even have time to react; he could only stare in the direction Superman had disappeared. After regaining his senses, he gritted his teeth, his body crackling with electricity again, and gave chase with all his might.

When the Flash arrived at the Hall of Justice at top speed and rushed into the secret room where the time machine was stored, he found Superman already standing there, his face terribly grim.

Superman has obviously inspected that complicated device.

"Judging from your expression... things aren't looking good." The Flash, panting, deciphered Clark's expression. "Should we... go find Ian?"

Clark didn't answer, but his actions spoke volumes. He abruptly turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of walls, looking towards the Metropolis!

The next moment, Superman vanished into thin air! When the Flash once again arrived at the outside of the Devil's Manor deep in the Colorado Mountains, Superman was already standing there, facing the huge iron gate of the manor that looked very strange and was carved with a demon's head.

"No loitering, this is a private area..." A demonic butler dressed in a classic butler's uniform, but with deep red skin and horns on his head, had just appeared.

Before it could finish speaking, and before it could even use its eyesight, it was plunged headfirst into a huge decorative flowerpot next to it.

"Puff puff~"

Only its two legs were left outside, kicking helplessly.

Demon soldiers appeared, but Superman and the Flash, who followed closely behind, ignored all defenses and warnings and forced their way into the manor.

In reality, there were no interceptors.

because.

"Intruder! Intruder!"

"Something terrible has happened! The intruder is the master's father!"

"Oh no! We have to pretend to be blind! No, we'll gouge each other out!"

In fact, the demons are quite adept at knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

After all, the King of Hell who raised them was the most knowledgeable about human relationships.

……

It's hard to say how much time has passed.

Deep within the manor.

Inside the most luxurious bedroom.

Ian Kent was sprawled out on his hellish imported bed, smacking his lips as if still savoring the deliciousness of the "Martian crabs" from his dream.

suddenly.

A slap landed on his forehead.

"You audacious scoundrel!"

Ian woke up groggily, rubbed his eyes, and then… he couldn’t quite get his lines out. The first person he saw was Superman, his face ashen.

There were also Justice League veterans like Barry Allen (The Flash), Diana (Wonder Woman), and Arthur Curry (Aquaman), all gathered around staring at Ian with varying expressions.

"?????"

Almost the entire Justice League was there! They were all surrounding him!

Ian's sleepiness vanished instantly!
"I have done great things for Earth! I have shed blood for Earth! You can't do this!" Ian thought that his past misdeeds had been exposed, and the Justice League members knew that he had become the most hidden richest man on Earth, so they gathered together to confront him. So he shouted and teleported to the door.

It's really fast.

They were very professional at running away.

however.

The act of trying to run away was only shown for a fleeting moment.

next moment.

It was the same familiar feeling, the same familiar taste: a steady, powerful hand covered in a red glove, precisely gripping the back of Ian's neck.

"Damn it! I've clearly gotten so much stronger!"

(End of this chapter)