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

Chapter 39 Kara: Sacrificing Family for the greater good!
Not many cards in hand?

This is probably related to the fact that the big boss didn't want to see Superman die, so he coaxed and tricked Ian into solving the problem so that Superman could avoid his fate.
Just as Ian was thinking about this.

Colors surged back into the surrounding environment like a tide, and sounds returned to her ears. Kara came back to life—she finally let out the breath that had been held back for so long.

"So~"

Kara seemed oblivious to everything, her thoughts continuing from the moment before she was suspended. She pondered for a moment, glancing with slight displeasure at her dinner, which Ian had devoured.

"Did you awaken your abilities and then your father told you his secret?" Kara had no recollection of ever having a headache, nor did she realize that the world had been paused.

All she could think about was why Ian had come to find her.

"Um... this is a long story." Ian snapped out of his reverie about the Riddler's behavior and scratched his head, trying to organize his thoughts.

"Let's go upstairs and talk. I have other food at home." Kara saw that Ian looked like he hadn't eaten enough and felt that as an elder, she should show her concern.

hiss.

Suddenly you've become someone else's elder; it's a truly strange feeling.

"Okay, Auntie, wait for me." After saying that, Ian walked back into the hallway and took out a plastic bag containing many smashed hard drives.

"What is this? Is it trash you picked up outside?"

Kara was puzzled.

“It’s just some frost from a few hours ago.” Ian was clearly still worried about the damaged hard drive, and he spoke to Kara in a pleading tone.

"Could you breathe fire here?"

Two sentences were uttered.

This time, Kara was subjected to hard control.

"Fire-breathing?"

Kara initially thought that it was because she had a communication gap with young people after leaving school, but after thinking about the proof that Ian had just shown her, she felt that the problem might not be with her.

"I can't breathe fire."

Kara sighed helplessly.

"However, I have a stove at home that I can lend you." She offered her suggestion, the kind of solution that any normal person would think of when they need fire.

talking.

Kara then headed towards the elevator.

"Then you still need to practice, Auntie. Breathing fire is way cooler than breathing water." Ian followed up, his repeated remarks making Supergirl a little insecure.

"No, I can't spray water either... Can Clark spray fire and water now? How did he do that?" Kara turned to look at the boy behind her with surprise and doubt.

That's why she's described as a carefree and eccentric super girl.

She was successfully led astray by Ian.

"Keep exercising? Exercise every day, fifty million push-ups, fifty million sit-ups, fifty million weighted squats, I believe you could definitely become a Calabash Brother... able to breathe fire and water." Ian might sometimes tell a little lie, but he felt that this was definitely a white lie to his family.

Believe in the Kryptonians' "idealistic" abilities! Although the Kara does not possess the Kryptonian Codex, it doesn't mean the Kara is so idealistic that she is invincible.

Ian truly believes that one day he will see his aunt breathe fire and water!
You can spray at least one!
"Keep exercising? Will that even work?" Kara was still skeptical, but seeing Ian's serious expression, she couldn't help but start thinking about it seriously.

"Ding~"

Kara pressed the elevator button and went inside, and Ian jogged after her. Before Kara could press her floor button, he preemptively pressed the button for her floor.

"I just moved! Is your dad spying on me?" Kara looked at Ian with a puzzled expression, raising her hands and looking at him with obvious surprise.

"Is it possible that the apartment manager could find your check-in information?" Ian remained very calm, spreading his hands with a slightly confused expression.

He felt that his cousin had gone too far.

"Forehead……"

Kara looked a little embarrassed after hearing this. "I remember that the management of this building is very strict. The administrators usually don't disclose the residents' information to those who inquire."

“Of course, unless you bribe her.” Kara looked at Ian’s empty pockets with a hint of confusion. She didn’t think Ian looked like he had money to bribe anyone.

“No bribe is needed. The administrator is just a young girl.” Ian’s response puzzled Kara. She frowned as if pondering how this had anything to do with Ian obtaining her information.

“Most girls are kind, so just keep smiling at them and they’ll become helpful—auntie, didn’t your father teach you to be wary of that?”

“My dad taught me how to use this technique.” Ian was smiling now, but unlike his previous fake smile, this was a smile of deep agreement with the life experience his father had imparted.

"??????"

Kara was completely bewildered upon hearing this.

She really wanted to know just how abstract the Clark family's educational methods were.

"You didn't come to International City to find me, did you? You didn't ask an innocent girl for the travel expenses, did you?" Kara thought of Ian's empty pockets and the distance between this place and the metropolis.

Ian's remarks were so explosive that they made her deeply suspicious.

“Of course not! How could I do such a thing?” Ian frowned as if he had been offended. He never thought he would accept such a small amount of freeloading.

"That's good."

Kara breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed no innocent girl had been fooled by that scumbag.

"So, you flew here by yourself?" Kara seemed unaware of Ian's "adopted son" situation, and she began to wonder about the extent of Ian's awakened abilities.

"I came by car."

Ian shook his head; not being able to fly was also a regret for him. Of course, once he unlocked the profession brought by Homelander, perhaps this regret could be directly made up for.

"Get a ride? Hitch a ride on the street?"

Kara began to speculate. For a child, this was a very dangerous act, but for a child who could catch a bullet in their forehead, she felt there was no need to worry.

“That was my initial plan, but then I ran into a robber who tried to rob me.” Ian had just finished speaking when he heard the elevator stop working.

"Ding~"

The elevator door opens.

Kara led Ian toward the door of her residence.

"Looks like you got to play the hero once."

Supergirl finally found the family's essence in Ian.

"A hero? Perhaps."

Ian's ambiguity piqued Kara's curiosity.

"You defeated the robbers, saved the innocent, and then sent the people you saved to the International City, right?" Kara was still worried that Ian might have killed the robbers.

however.

As it turned out, her worries were somewhat unnecessary.

"No."

Ian shook his head.

He has always adhered to his principle that ordinary NPCs should not interfere in the daily events of the metropolis.

and so.

"I just took the car that the robbers had parked on the side of the road while they were robbing us," Ian answered honestly, with a hint of reminiscence about the driving experience.

"?????"

Kara was stunned as she took out her keys to open the door.

This was an outcome Kara had never imagined.

She prided herself on being well-informed and knowledgeable.

But now.

Kara felt she was still too young.

"Where's the car?"

Kara swallowed hard and couldn't help but ask.

"It was sold to a tattooed black guy on the street."

Ian answered.

"Where's the money? Even if you sold it to the gang, you should still have a few hundred dollars, right?" Kara, who was recently thinking about buying a used car and had some idea of ​​how much a car could sell for, widened her eyes.

of course.

Ian's eyes were even bigger than hers.

"No, Aunt, what do you think I am? A thief? Of course I mailed the money from selling the car to that robber. His identification information and home address were in the car!"

"I am a law-abiding citizen of America!"

Ian couldn't believe his aunt would see him that way. He was starting to understand those rebellious teenagers who were misunderstood; just because someone dyed their hair blonde didn't mean they were a thug, they might just think it was cool. It was like how he might have driven off in the robbers' car, but that didn't necessarily mean he was committing a robbery!

How perfect the logic is!

"..."

Kara fell into a long silence.

After a while.

“Ian, my nephew whom I only met today…” Kara took several deep breaths, trying her best to put on a smile that looked like that of an elder.

immediately.

Would you like to learn more about Arkham Asylum?

He then offered Ian his heartfelt advice in a gentle tone.

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