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

Chapter 53 An Uninvited Guest! Who is this visitor?
Even though Ian was indeed quite melancholy.

Sincere love.

But Louise still didn't quite believe what he said. Not only that, Louise also felt that Clark shouldn't believe him either; Superman's physical abilities and poison resistance should definitely be higher than hers, an ordinary person's.

Where is the brain?
"You just believe him like that?" Louise looked at Clark, who was eating with his head down, not wanting to get involved. Clark quickly put down his spoon and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

“There are always many things in this world that we can’t explain… Our family itself is quite unscientific, so it’s not impossible that Ian met a goddess that only he can see.” Clark didn’t answer directly, but used a more tactful approach—he genuinely believed that there was some truth in Ian’s words.

"Of course I don't doubt how magical this world is... I've seen a lot since I've been with you, but even so, what Ian is saying is still a bit too bizarre."

Louise sighed heavily.

“A little artistic embellishment, not much—you know, Mom, I’m a writer, I can’t help myself,” Ian blinked, quickly trying to cover it up.

He originally planned to just focus on cooking.

However, considering that I now have two powerful figures I need to curry favor with.

then.

“Praise be to Miss Death, thank you for your dinner…and thank my godfather.” Ian had never been a henchman, so he simply followed the Christian customs.

Both rain and dew are touched.

No one is treated unfairly.

The Death Knight remained aloof and offered no response, perhaps because he couldn't. However, the Death Knight, who reconnected with him through prayer, was a different story.

"Shut up!"

He even directly responded to Ian with an angry curse. See, relationships are built over time; not only did he reply to the message instantly, but it was even a voice message! Ian felt his head buzzing.

However, this is the case.

He still had something to say.

“Oh, no, Mom, there’s no artistic embellishment anymore, it’s just a crush.” Ian’s tone was decisive, leaving Clark and Louise completely bewildered.

The couple had no idea what had happened.

Even if what you're saying is true.

Louise rolled her eyes and decided to drop the subject. She picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of boiled greens, and slammed it into Ian's bowl.

"Even if you're madly in love with a super goddess, you still have to eat all these green vegetables tonight." It has to be said, a mother's love is silent, but hard to swallow.

Listen to what your mother says.

Ian looked at the extra green vegetables in his bowl and his face turned ashen.

Broccoli.

It may be one of the symbolic foods of elite families.

However, he is definitely the nemesis of meat lovers like him.

"Bah~"

Ian had just taken a bite.

next moment.

Then he saw his silent father stand up, clearly annoyed.

"Ding dong~"

The direction of the main gate.

The doorbell rang immediately afterward.

"I'll go, I'll go."

Ian quickly spat out the broccoli in his mouth and rushed towards the door. However, someone was faster than him; Ian only saw a blur before Clark was blocking his way.

"I come."

Clark shoved Ian behind him.

immediately.

He gritted his teeth and opened the door.

"Bruce, we agreed that you can't disturb my normal life." He clearly already knew who the visitor was, and his tone was very displeased as he spoke to the person outside the door.

The name immediately startled Ian, who quickly turned his head to look through Clark's broad arms towards the door. There stood a distinguished middle-aged man in a custom-made suit.

He was exceptionally tall and robust.

However, it doesn't seem particularly exaggerated.

He exuded the aura unique to old-money families. It was Bruce Wayne, the master of Gotham, the Dark Knight of the night, using a false identity to conceal his true form!
“I’m not here to see you, Clark,” Bruce interrupted calmly, his gaze passing over Superman’s broad shoulders and landing on Ian, who was peeking out from behind.

“I’m here to find the author of a manuscript that Wayne Enterprises’ publishing house received today.” He nodded slightly to Ian. “I presume you are Mr. Ian Kent?”

Batman, pretending to be a respectable human being, spoke in a gentle tone and appeared extremely polite.

"You actually submitted your novel?!" Clark was clearly taken aback that Ian was actually thinking about publishing his work. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to look at his youngest son.

His gaze was quite surprised and strange.

“I must let the world appreciate my extraordinary talent.” Ian nodded matter-of-factly, appearing as if he were thinking of the world and wanting to enlighten America’s masses with a noble and righteous air.

"..."

Clark's expression was priceless.

Compared to his silence.

Bruce, however, affirmed Ian's confidence.

"It is indeed a very talented work."

He offered his comments without batting an eye, which only made Clark suspect that Bruce had ulterior motives.

"Are you serious?"

Clark frowned, his piercing eyes fixed intently on Bruce outside the door. Bruce remained unmoved, meeting Clark's gaze directly.

"Please don't doubt my judgment as an investor." Bruce's voice was calm, as if stating a common fact. "I'm just doing what a businessman should do."

“Mr. Kent’s book will definitely make me a fortune in a certain market.” He spoke with such certainty that Clark was completely taken aback.

He truly didn't know whether to continue suspecting Bruce's ill intentions or to question the current state of people's mental health. The throbbing in his temples was a Kryptonian hypertension that Clark hadn't experienced in a long time.

“Congratulations, Clark, you’re about to have a son worth millions.” Bruce’s smile widened, and his tone sounded genuinely congratulatory.

Hear the words.

Clark remained silent.

Ian's eyes lit up.

“Really? Mr. Wayne, who always talks the talk on TV!” Ian’s head popped out from under Clark’s armpit; he was never stingy with his praise.

"I promise."

Bruce smiled and nodded.

"What an impolite old father... Please come in! Please come in!" Ian instantly transformed into the most enthusiastic host, pushing aside Clark, who was still in a state of speechlessness and confusion, and ushered Bruce into the house.

how to say.

Since the other party has come knocking on our door.

There must be an explanation.

No matter how much resistance you show, it's useless.

Moreover, Ian didn't want to offend Franklin.

"Want to try my mom's broccoli? It's a really healthy white dish!" Ian led Bruce into the dining room and offered his plate of broccoli to Batman, who was disguised as a human.

"No, thank you." Bruce glanced at the wilted green plants on the plate and the suspicious paste on them, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.

His intuition told him.

He might get a serious illness after eating this.

"Who's here? Hmm?"

Louise came out of the kitchen and saw Bruce sitting down. Her expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just looked up at Clark, who followed her in.

Clark gave his wife a barely perceptible shake of his head.

“My son may have talents that I don’t appreciate, but I don’t think that publishing a book is worth someone as busy as you making a personal trip to my door.”

Clark sat down opposite Bruce.

"you're right."

Bruce calmly pulled a cleverly designed device from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

“But what if we add this…don’t I have the right to conduct an investigation?” He pressed a button on the living room television, and the screen automatically lit up, showing tonight’s evening news.

"A witness captured this dramatic moment on their phone," the news anchor's voice boomed from the loudspeaker. "Superwoman has once again saved a Boeing passenger plane from crashing."

"This is the 364th plane crash this year, and the 360th Boeing crash. As a member of the public, I can't help but ask, what about the other four plane crashes?"

This question.

That's perfectly reasonable.

however.

Followed by.

The camera pans to a blurry cell phone video, showing Kara standing confidently in front of the plane, giving an interview, while behind her, a figure wearing a stocking over their head is charging for photos with the survivors.

"According to highly reliable sources, a new superhero has appeared, and he and Supergirl were at the scene of another accident shortly after the plane crash."

"We can reasonably infer that this man is a rookie hero, learning from Supergirl—a very apt nickname given to him by enthusiastic netizens."

The host was delivering the news very seriously.

however.

Outside the television set.

Hearing how people address him.

Ian's expression immediately went blank.

"What the heck!? Stocking Man?"

They are facing what could very well be their own origin story as an independent NPC.

He has truly become a red-hot individual.

At this moment, Ian had a desire to make the whole world suffer, but then he thought that if he did, his title might change from Stocking Man to Stocking Freak or Doctor Stocking.

He calmed down again.

"Actually, I wear a 'meat stocking' mask. You should call me Meat Stocking Hero, but Meat Stocking Superman sounds pretty good too, like a true hero." Ian suddenly corrected the TV host's statement in a calm tone.

"????"

Batman rarely loses his composure.

Unless you really can't hold it in anymore.

(End of this chapter)