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

Chapter 245 Batman vs. Superman and the Demon Boy
"Splash, splash~"

The cold rain relentlessly washed over the muddy ground of the abandoned industrial area.

Nightfall cast a somber gray hue over everything.

Metropolis and Gotham City are separated by only a bay, but tonight, this abandoned industrial area that separates the two cities has become the battlefield where gods and mortals are about to clash.

"That's over there!"

Jordan Kent's super hearing, like an uncontrolled precision instrument, instantly focused all his attention on the battlefield a few blocks away the moment the explosion was heard.

A cacophony of screams, the scattering of rubble, the roar of flames… these sounds mingled together, yet none could drown out the two central voices. One was the familiar voice of his father—Clark Kent, or rather, Superman's voice, a muffled groan tinged with pain and bewilderment.

The other, like sandpaper rubbing against rusty steel, is low and hoarse, full of undisguised hostility and an almost obsessive cruelty and ruthlessness.

It's Batman.

Both men were much younger than any faces Jordan recognized. The scene in the distance pierced Jordan's mind like an icicle, causing his blood to run cold.

"What happened!" Through the layers of rain and buildings, Jordan could see what had happened at the same time as the explosion, where the sounds and questions had been heard.

Actually.

The timing of their arrival was not a random event. It's important to understand that the Weeping Angels, in order to obtain "nourishment," had actually selected the time most likely to trigger changes in the timeline.

And at this time.

That was the time when Batman and Superman first clashed head-on.

Just as the DC trio fell into this era.

far away.

The rain continued to pour onto the rusted steel and cracked concrete.

The ground was muddy, and the air was thick with the stench of rust, dust, and rain. The empty warehouses and factories stood like giant black tombstones in the dim night.

Bruce Wayne, now Batman, has laid a trap for that place. He is not blindly challenging a god, but rather devising a detailed plan to kill the god based on his analysis of the Kryptonian power and his deep fear that "humanity has no chance if Superman turns to evil."

Kryptonite is his only, and fatal, trump card.

Clark Kent arrived, filled with confusion and anger. Superman crashed down like a meteor, the powerful impact sending water flying everywhere.

Mud droplets shot out in all directions like bullets.

"Batman! It's time! Your intimidation tactics need to end."

"Hand over the people you're holding to the police. And take off your mask... and turn yourself in. Think of your family... your friends. Don't let me see you on the streets at night again." He was enraged by Batman's vigilante justice, especially the bat mark branded on the criminals.

In Superman's eyes, it was absolutely a symbol of barbarity and danger.

Both of them are still young.

They dislike each other, distrust each other, and even endorse each other's sense of justice.

The cold rain pounded against the rusted steel and the muddy ground. Superman, draped in a soaked red cape, stood in the rain, his sharp eyes scanning Batman in the shadows.

"Ah."

Batman ignored Superman's warning and continued to stride forward with firm steps, each step making a heavy sound as it pounded in the puddles.

"Boom~"

The bomb that ambushed Superman exploded.

but.

Superman was unharmed, but his expression was one of annoyance.

I won't warn you a third time.

Superman's tone became more forceful, carrying the implication of an ultimatum.

Just when the two were very close.

Batman stopped in his tracks.

His heavy, angular armor made him look even more imposing and intimidating than usual.

The King of Gotham's gaze, hidden behind his mask, was fixed on Superman. His synthesized voice, filled with cold mockery and resolute challenge, shattered the silence of the rainy night.

Rainwater streamed down the pointed tips of his helmet and the outline of his shoulder armor.

Faced with Superman's questioning, he did not back down at all. Instead, he took a step forward, and a mechanically synthesized voice came through the mask, full of mockery and determination.

Tell me... will you bleed?

These words were like the sounding of a war horn.

It is not merely a question, but a declaration—a challenge from a mortal to the gods concerning power, fear, and the right to life.

Superman was clearly enraged by this blatant provocation. Without another word, he instantly sprang into action, like a cannonball, creating a sonic boom that tore through the air.

A punch aimed at Batman!

"boom!!!"

A heavy, muffled thud.

The punch landed squarely on Batman's crossed arms. The armor's defense system instantly overloaded, exploding in a burst of sparks.

"Boom!" Batman was sent sliding backward more than ten meters by the unparalleled force, his feet carving two deep furrows in the mud.

If the armor hadn't absorbed most of the impact, that punch would have shattered his bones. However, this was part of Batman's plan. He used the armor's cushioning and the muddy ground to barely dissipate some of the force, while sensors hidden throughout the armor were frantically collecting Superman's speed and strength data.

"You just don't understand what it means to know when to quit while you're ahead, do you?"

Superman never stops.

He closed in again.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"Bang bang bang!" The invincible Kryptonian grabbed Batman and lifted him up as easily as if he were a doll, then slammed him hard into the steel frame structure of an abandoned factory next to him!

"Boom! Click!"

Steel beams twisted, bricks and stones crumbled. Batman was buried under a pile of rubble.

At this moment, Superman hovered in mid-air, raindrops hitting his face. He coldly gazed at the ruins, perhaps believing the battle was over.

Even Batman.

Even Superman wouldn't kill the other person.

However, he spoke again, his voice carrying a divine pronouncement: "Next time I appear before you, you must learn what it means to yield and be patient."

It was clear that the young Clark was still very sharp-edged and exuded an air of dominance; however, what responded to him was a cold laugh from the shadows of the ruins.

And a sudden burst of blinding light!

"Do you think you won?"

Batman looks miserable, but he has a confident air about him.

"Well!"

Superman's vision was obstructed by the sudden burst of bright light.

He subconsciously turned his head away.

And in that instant of vulnerability, Batman made his move!
He burst out of the shadows on the other side, wielding a strangely shaped, large firearm—a sonic cannon!

“Buzz——!!!”

The high-frequency sound waves, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed into Superman.

This attack wasn't a physical impact, but rather acted directly on the sensory and balance systems. Superman let out a painful groan, covering his ears and appearing to be in immense agony.

His body swayed in the air, temporarily losing control. This was the first major setback Superman suffered at Batman's hands, even though Superman didn't know much about him.

"Arrogance is your original sin!"

Batman seized the opportunity and threw several batarangs with his other hand. These batarangs were not made of ordinary metal; they exploded violently as they approached Superman, releasing large plumes of thick white smoke—lead dust! The lead dust perfectly blocked Superman's X-ray vision, depriving him of the ability to see through the battlefield and locate enemies.

For an instant.

Superman is a god who is high above.

He became a "mortal" who was disoriented in the smoke and whose senses were limited.

"Where!?"

Ears became the only sense Superman could rely on.

He hasn't unlocked the idealistic mode yet.

In the smoke, Superman staggered to the ground, struggling to disperse the lead dust around him, but his vision and senses were severely impaired. Batman, like a true ghost, moved at high speed between the steel frames using his grappling hook gun under the cover of lead dust and smoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently, constantly harassing and attacking Superman with sonic cannons, stun guns, and small explosive devices.

"Damn it! Get out here!" Superman angrily swung his fist, his heat vision sweeping wildly, but he could only miss or leave burn marks on the walls and steel frames.

He was like a lion trapped in a cage, possessing immense power but with nowhere to unleash it. Batman's tactics were very clear: wear him down, disrupt him, provoke him, and make him make a mistake.

Finally, Batman got the opportunity he'd been waiting for. In the brief moment Superman was stunned by a sonic attack, Batman swung down from a height, using the force of the fall to lasso Superman's neck with a specially made alloy rope, pulling him violently to the ground!
"Ugh!"

Superman was slammed hard into the mud.

Batman followed closely behind.

He straddled Superman, pressing his knee firmly against Superman's chest, making it difficult for Superman to breathe and exert any strength. He then pulled out his meticulously crafted weapon.

The tip of the kryptonite spear shimmered with an eerie green light!

He was able to get close enough to restrain Superman thanks to Kryptonite! Although this alien stuff is very expensive, he is, after all, a wealthy man who doesn't have a son yet and is not short of money.

"You... are not a god."

Batman's voice was cold and cruel, proclaiming his victory.

He raised his kryptonite spear, poised to stab! The green light shone on Superman at close range, causing cellular-level disintegration and indescribable pain.

"Hiss~" Superman let out a desperate and painful roar, the bloodstains on his face blurred by the rain. He tried to struggle, but his strength was draining away from him like a receding tide. The light of Kryptonite was like the most vicious curse, dragging him down from his pedestal to the mortal world, experiencing extreme weakness and the fear of impending death.

And at this critical moment.

A major historical turning point in the DC Universe is about to occur.

The infamous "Marthagate" scandal is about to unfold.

"Do not!!!"

Jordan, far away, witnessed his father being humiliated and threatened with his life. His anger broke through his reason—how could he not break through his reason? His god-like father was being hit hard in the face again and again by a burly Batman!
The dull thud of that metal-encased fist striking flesh was more terrifying than any thunderclap, and it further aggravated his already severe bipolar disorder.

Ian may not be mentally ill in the conventional sense.

But Jordan really did have certificates from more than thirty hospitals.

Witnessing his father being humiliated and on the verge of despair created a stark contrast with the image of him in his memory as an omnipotent figure who brought hope and security.

Anger, fear, protectiveness... all these emotions mixed together, breaking through the dam of his reason.

"Let him go!!!"

Jordan appeared in the area where the two were fighting almost instantly, his eyes turning bloodshot in an instant, his two burning gazes like uncontrolled volcanic lava.

"Boom!"

A terrifying power erupted from his eyes without warning, tearing through the rainy night and striking Batman's chest armor with terrifying destructive energy.

"boom--!!!"

The immense impact was terrifying.

Jordan's appearance also caught Batman off guard.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, and his heavy armor emitted a sickening metallic twisting sound!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Batman was blasted off the ground and sent flying backwards.

Like a boulder thrown by a catapult.

He crashed through several abandoned factory walls before finally being buried in a pile of rubble amidst a deafening roar of collapsing bricks and stones, with smoke and dust billowing everywhere.

"Jordan! You're interfering in the past! How could you be so impulsive!"

Jonathan, who arrived shortly after, exclaimed in surprise. He was indeed quick; even with Damian by his side, he was only a step late—after all, he was the first Armored Warrior in the DC universe.

"He's fine...we're just witnessing history."

The eldest Kent brother first glanced warily at the direction Batman had been knocked away, then quickly crouched down to check on Superman, who was lying on the ground, weak and unconscious from the Kryptonite.

After confirming that his young father was only temporarily exhausted and unconscious and not in mortal danger, Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Jordan, whose chest was heaving violently and whose red eyes had not yet completely faded.

“I remember my father telling us about this period of the past, saying it wouldn’t have much of an impact, but your actions just now clearly affected the normal course of history.”

Jonathan's tone carried a hint of resentment and helplessness.

He clearly has a great deal of knowledge about these kinds of things.

Don't know why.

"I only regret not hitting that guy on the head!"

Jordan was still seething with rage.

"A headshot? Got it! Got it, I know exactly how to do it!" Damian Wayne's face shone with a mixture of excitement and "filial piety."

He nimbly leaped over the scattered bricks and precisely located Batman, who had just struggled to sit up from the ruins, whose armor was badly damaged and who seemed a little dizzy.

"Behold my ultimate move!"

Then, to Jonathan and Jordan's astonishment, Damian made a move that sent chills down their spines—he took a running start, jumped, and with all his might, used his tactical boots to deliver a powerful and precise kick to Batman's groin!
That is, what he called the "crotch head"!
Whichever head you hit, it doesn't matter.

That stance looks incredibly dangerous!

When Batman put on his armor, he never really considered that Superman might kick him!

"Ahhhh!"

His pain turned into howling.

Let alone experiencing it firsthand.

Just looking at his face, you can feel how much pain he's in.

"Holy crap!" Jordan and Jonathan exclaimed in unison, feeling a chill run from their tailbone to the top of their heads. That kick was ruthless and deadly!
Even with his armor, Batman was careless. He failed to dodge, and his body, which had just straightened up, curled up again. The expression on his face behind his mask must have been quite a sight.

"Enough, enough!" Seeing that Superman's breathing had stabilized, Jordan's anger subsided considerably. Seeing Damian seemingly about to deliver another blow, he quickly intervened. Even he felt Damian was too filial and couldn't bear to watch any longer; one could only imagine how much skill Damian's kick had accumulated over the years.

After all, that's Batman, who even gave Jonathan and Jordan red envelopes when they were kids.

"Ah."

Damian then stopped what he was doing, still seemingly unsatisfied, and even clapped his hands as if he had done something extraordinary. He explained confidently, "You see, I stepped in to avenge you, which actually saved him... It certainly wasn't because I took a paid course on Twitter following my idol."

"How can I ensure that I am the sole heir to the Wayne Group?" Damian even thought he was a good son, but his final explanation seemed somewhat like an attempt to cover up the truth.

"Oh, right, was I born around this time?" Damian even tilted his head and pondered this philosophical question. His series of actions, and the extent of his "filial piety," would probably make even Satan as a child want to watch a few more episodes to learn what "filial piety" truly means.

"..."

Jonathan ignored Damian's ramblings. He looked solemnly at the unconscious Superman and the temporarily incapacitated Batman in the distance, trying to recall: "I remember Dad saying that when he first met Batman, they had a fight, a really fierce one... Is this the one we're talking about now?"

The three teenagers are temporarily immersed in the unease that they have "saved" their father, but may have changed history as a result. However, this time it is truly their turn to be too careless.

When has Batman ever talked about martial ethics?
He was just faking fainting.

An opportunity was on its way.

Just as the three of them lowered their guard, something unexpected happened!
"call out--!"

Several small, bat-shaped drones emerged silently from the shadows like ghosts, instantly shooting out specially made alloy ropes that swiftly and tightly bound Jonathan.

His Shiva armor flashed, attempting to resist, but the ropes seemed to possess some kind of energy-suppressing function, temporarily suppressing the armor's activity.

This is the equipment to counter Wonder Woman's powers.

The power of Shiva.

The same applies.

"Let me go!" The drone's powerful pull yanked Jonathan off the ground and into the gloomy sky, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free immediately.

Almost simultaneously, a crossbow bolt shot towards Jordan with a piercing whistling sound! Jordan instinctively tried to intercept it with his heat vision, but the bolt exploded as it approached him.

A large cloud of green kryptonite powder enveloped him completely like a smoke bomb!
"Ugh—!" Jordan let out a painful scream as he inhaled the kryptonite powder into his lungs. An indescribable feeling of weakness and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees in the mud, trembling all over, unable to even stand up. Batman's "return gift" to Damian, who had attacked most ruthlessly and whose target was most clearly defined, was also the heaviest.

"Zizzizi~"

A large net made of high-strength composite material, carrying a high-voltage current, descended from the sky and precisely covered Damian. Blue arcs crackled, and before Damian could even react, he was paralyzed by the electric shock, as if he had developed ADHD—even Yang Yongxing, who was known for his expertise, would probably be impressed by this treatment.

Not only did he feel like he was about to ascend, but Damian was also tightly bound by the net, tied up like a dumpling, unable to move despite his attempts to struggle—all of this happened too fast, in the blink of an eye. The three teenagers who had just been in the "upper hand" were instantly wiped out.

bang... bang... bang..."

Heavy footsteps echoed in the rain, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression. The black figure slowly rose from the billowing smoke and rain.

His armor was damaged in many places, and the bat emblem on his chest was even cracked. His walking posture was also slightly stiff and painful, but he still stood up.

Like a vengeful spirit returned from hell.

“And Kryptonians, and those with divine powers.” Batman ignored Jonathan, who was hanging in the sky, and Jordan, who was writhing in pain on the ground. His cold, masked gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing Damian, who was bound like a dumpling and was the only one who could still barely keep his eyes open and look at him.

"Tap tap tap~" Batman approached step by step, each step seemingly tapping on Damian's heartbeat rhythm, the invisible pressure making the air thick and sticky.

Finally, he stopped in front of Damian, looking down at the boy who had just caused him severe physical and psychological trauma.

"Who are you...?"

Batman's voice came through the mask, more chilling than the cold rain. It contained not only the violence of battle, but also a profound judgment.

"No...don't do this." Damian looked up at Batman, who seemed like a complete stranger to him and exuded a destructive aura, his heart pounding wildly.

He had never felt such direct and terrifying pressure from Bruce Wayne. The feeling of being targeted by a natural enemy, with his life and death completely out of his control, made him feel, for the first time, a subtle and indescribable empathy for the villains in Gotham who were being chased and attacked by Batman.

However, this is just the beginning.

Batman raised his foot, and his heavy boot, covered in mud and battle marks, stomped hard and insultingly on Damian's face, to Damian's horrified gaze!

"Uh!"

The immense force instantly contorted Damian's face, his teeth breaking through the lining of his mouth, filling it with the taste of blood. Rainwater mingled with mud.

It covered one of his eyes.

"Tell me, or I won't hesitate to dig out your brain and get the information myself." A cold and cruel voice, like a final judgment, came from above.

This was Damian's father, a complete stranger to him.

The immense pressure and contorted pain on his face paled in comparison to the shock Damian felt inside. He was pinned to the ground in the mud, the boot feeling as if it weren't just pressing on his face, but rather crushing all his understanding of the word "father" from the past decade or so.

No! No! Don't!

Seeing that Batman seemed ready to unscrew his skull at the slightest provocation, Damian trembled. The boy who was comparable to the reincarnation of the demon child was gone.

“Me! My last name is Wayne too! My dad is Bruce Wayne!”

Good guy.

The Martha Gate may be gone.

However... the appearance of Wayne Gate still made Batman stop.

"???????"

Perhaps the shock of my mom being named Martha is not as great as the shock of my dad being Bruce Wayne, as evidenced by Batman's frozen, stiff reaction and violently contracted pupils.

The heavy rain is still falling.

(End of this chapter)