What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

Diana smiled and spoke.

It carries a convincing sense of gentleness.

"what?"

Louise paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something. She sighed heavily, picked up the ruffled cat in her arms with one hand, and asked, "Is this another alien invasion?"

"Or have those mad scientists come up with some new tricks this time?" Louise said, as she skillfully saved the document and grabbed her coat.

She seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life.

"A group of Superman clones have gone out of control."

Diana shrugged.

His tone carried just the right amount of concern.

The emotional expression was very well done.

“A bunch of clones? Well… I knew my dad never told the truth.” Louise remarked as she followed Diana toward the elevator.

"Are my colleagues in danger?"

Lois has a lot of trust in the Justice League, especially since the atmosphere within the Justice League has improved a lot in recent years. She also has a good personal relationship with Wonder Woman Diana.

“Those clones are targeting you, so all we need to do is hide you.” Diana led Louise into the elevator, frowning as she looked at the kitten in Louise’s arms that was constantly growling at her.

Can we leave it here?

It is clear.

The kitten's hissing annoyed Diana.

“We have pet thieves at our newspaper, and I don’t want my pet to be stolen,” Louise said, still comforting the cat in her arms, politely declining Diana’s request.

Diana did not press the matter further.

She just nodded.

After pressing the floor button, Wonder Woman kept her eyes fixed on Louise—or more accurately, on Louise's neck. She seemed to be suppressing some impulse, frequently swallowing her saliva.

The elevator descended.

at the same time.

Inside the newspaper office upstairs.

A dazzling red light suddenly flashed past the window.

With a crackling sound as the air was torn apart, a strong wind swept in, scattering a large pile of papers on the desk into the air, and a figure crashed into the newspaper office lobby like a meteor.

"what's the situation?"

A group of reporters turned around in surprise.

I saw.

A man in a leather jacket, reeking of burning leather and crackling with electricity, his mouth trembling, was now "standing" in the very center of the newspaper office.

"The Flash?"

Someone recognized the familiar uniform and the head that was trembling uncontrollably, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this performance art or are your legs injured?"

Many reporters felt they needed to wash their eyes in the restroom; there was no way around it, given how "distorted" and bizarre the Flash looked in front of them.

It makes your sanity drop drastically without you even realizing it.

“This is called keeping the engine running after parking. You guys must not have driver’s licenses.” Ian put his hands on the ground, his legs spread out in a split, and his feet, which were bound with the external Speed ​​Force equipment, were constantly rotating in the air on both sides—like doing some kind of strange gymnastic movement, or like two malfunctioning helicopter propellers.

The Speed ​​Force was flashing wildly, accompanied by real arcs of electricity on Ian's body. If you ignored Ian's "inch-stop" behavior, he did look somewhat like the Flash.

"Although you have amazing electronic voice now, haven't you noticed that your way of speaking... is quite similar to that new version of Superman who, when rescuing a plane, actually scared all the passengers into a state of desensitization?"

There are certainly discerning people among the journalists.

"Don't ask such stupid questions. If you're smart enough, you'll know I really am the Flash—now tell me, was anyone here just now?"

Ian didn't have time to argue with the reporters. He looked around but couldn't find his mother, so he went straight to the reporter who walked up to him and asked him a question.

"Yes, someone came by. I think it was Diana Prince? She seems to be friends with Louise. They just got into the elevator. I interviewed Miss Prince at the museum where she works three years ago."

"Those long legs really left a deep impression on me..." The reporter, who had originally planned to finish answering the question and then take the opportunity to interview Ian, saw Ian put down his fidgeting legs before he could finish speaking.

The red lightning reappeared.

He went straight to the window.

It was as if he had jumped off the building on the spot.

"This is the eighteenth floor."

The sudden gust of wind sent the reporters' hair flying everywhere. They didn't care about steadying their swivel chairs or the flying printer paper; they all gathered at the window to look down.

however.

There was nothing to see.

The speed of an average person is indeed too slow compared to that of a speedster.

"Damn it! It must be a fake Wonder Woman!"

Before the reporters could react, Ian had already blocked the elevator entrance on the first floor, spinning around wildly hundreds of times before finally using the handbrake to stop himself in front of the elevator.

Support yourself on the ground with both hands.

He hesitated whether to remove the exoskeleton leg during the battle—even without sharing a brain, Ian had already roughly realized the problem based solely on his super intelligence.

Wonder Woman was clearly dealing with the clone issue with her father, so how could she suddenly appear at the newspaper office and take Lois away? Reverse-Flash's statement about losing family members doesn't necessarily mean losing her father!

It could also be the loss of an elderly mother!

This will not only turn Superman's son to the dark side, but may even turn Superman to the dark side as well—killing two birds with one stone. It will also become the cause of the Justice League's destruction and even the fall of the entire world!

Superman who has lost his justice!

That means Earth will lose everything!

"Parallel universe invasion? Or does Wonder Woman also have her own clone? Or maybe some shapeshifter is behind this!" Ian couldn't quite figure out the information yet.

All he knew was that he had to save his mother.

It wasn't just for Dad.

It's all for their little family.

"Ding dong~"

Ian is ready for battle.

however.

As the elevator doors slowly opened.

But the place was completely empty.

He was unable to stop Diana from taking Louise away.

"Damn the speedster law! Always one step behind!" Ian cursed, his eyes frantically scanning the street as he began searching his surroundings under the cover of night—fortunately, he wasn't a real speedster, and the scenario where the fastest runner always couldn't catch up with the rescuers didn't happen to him, the real Flash.

"there!"

Ian sprinted off again.

at the same time.

In a dark alley.

The tall buildings on both sides blocked the moonlight.

Only the faint light of the distant streetlights cast dappled shadows. The air was thick with the dampness and the smell of rotting garbage, and the wind blew through the alleyway, swirling up a few tattered newspapers.

They gently floated down to the ground.

"Okay, here it is."

Diana, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

Are you going to settle things with me here?

Louise's voice came from behind, calm but with a hint of probing.

"Ok?"

Slightly surprised, Diana slowly turned around. The dim streetlights illuminated her pale face, giving her an eerie look. Her eyes had lost their original warmth and passion.

"How did you find out?"

At this moment, Diana's tone turned cold.

“Clark never sends anyone to take me away; he always comes to rescue me himself.” Louise’s tone was firm yet gentle, perhaps the romance of middle age is nothing more than this.

Diana, with her pale skin, looked as if she had been showered with displays of affection.

His brows were furrowed.

"I see. But since you've discovered the problem, why did you come out with me?" She didn't seem to be in a hurry, looking at Louise, an ordinary person, with a curious gaze.

“I can’t let you kill my colleagues and boss—I’ve accumulated a lot of bonuses this month,” Louise replied seriously.

She really didn't want to see this abnormal Diana indiscriminately killing innocent people.

"She has a great spirit of sacrifice; she truly deserves to be Superman's eternal wife."

Upon hearing Louise's words, Diana couldn't help but chuckle softly. She looked at the female reporter in front of her, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

"However, I regret to inform you that you will not have the opportunity to use your bonus in the future." Diana's lips curled into a grin, revealing sharp fangs.

Her eyes gleamed with a chilling light in the darkness.

“We need you to die here… Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of your blood.” Diana looked like a vampire, or perhaps she was a vampire to begin with.

This is definitely not the Wonder Woman from this universe.

Face this scene.

Louise showed no fear whatsoever.

“Actually, there’s a reason why I bring my cat to work.” She lifted the orange cat in her arms and whispered a promise in the cat’s ear.