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

His eye twitched a few times involuntarily.

“Yes, my mentor Tony Stark, He is the All-Seeing Man.” Ian nodded resolutely, his determined look like that of a man ready to join the Party at any moment.

"..."

Bruce couldn't help but rub his temples.

"You only have this last sentence to tell the truth."

He sighed helplessly.

Well, even someone as shrewd as Lord Gotham was ultimately fooled by Ian. Even if it was just a little bit, it was still a win, a huge win, a great win, a complete win.

"I only tell the truth, I never lie."

Ian loves to tell a little lie.

He just had to bite the bullet and let Bruce look him up and down for a long time.

"I understand."

It's unclear what Mr. Wayne realized. As if suddenly enlightened, he handed the laser gun and the miniature reactor back to Ian, who was still brainstorming.

"Gone?"

Ian was a little confused.

"What else do you want?"

Bruce sighed. He really wished Ian was a mischievous devil, but unfortunately, he was just a devil, not a mischievous devil. This was definitely the kind of group that would give him the most headaches in his middle age.

Naughty kid.

"I thought I was going to be sent to Arkham."

Ian let out a long sigh of relief.

He began to be surprised at how calm he was.

"It hasn't come to that. After all, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm just trying to find out what's going on." For some reason, Bruce's words disappointed Ian.

“I remember the gate is over there.”

Bruce suddenly put his mask back on.

Batman walked out of the bedroom.

"Am I really not going to be sent to Arkham?"

Ian chased after him.

"will not."

Batman's voice became hoarse again.

"Really?"

The boy's tone carried a hint of resentment.

"I really don't know how."

Batman sighed in silence.

"Okay... Arkham's bed is too hard, I probably won't be used to sleeping on it..." Ian could only console himself with this, his sour tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

He had just realized that Arkham was heaven for him.

It also allows me to hide from my father.

There are also countless chemical reagents that he can never use up. Who knows, it might not take three years for his fortunes to turn around, but he could soar to the top and become a max-level ancestor.

Isn't this just too much of a win?

"Gotham City forbids you from entering!"

Batman suddenly became alert at this moment. He didn't know why Ian wanted to go to Arkham so much, but he felt that he had to guard against Ian sneaking into his city.

Gotham is already chaotic enough.

There's really no room left for another child from Superman's family.

“Remember this, kid, if I find out you’ve come to Gotham, I’ll suggest your dad beat you up every day. I’ll buy the newspaper he works for and have him send me ten thousand photos of you every day!”

This is not Batman.

This is a threat from Lord Wayne's financial power.

"Sigh~"

Ian gasped.

He was completely outmaneuvered. The Metropolitan God of Gamblers dared not place a bet this time, so he had no choice but to watch Batman slam the door and leave, his cloak getting a little muddy in the light rain.

After a while.

Batman circled back.

"I didn't pick up the manuscript."

He snatched the manuscript from Ian's hands, and once again... Ian protected the door, and Batman failed to slam it shut again, only managing to flick his muddy cloak and disappear into the night.

This move left Ian completely dumbfounded.

After a long time.

“I get it. He wouldn’t let me into Arkham because he was afraid I’d find out he also had his own private bed.” Ian genuinely didn’t understand Batman’s return.

However, this doesn't stop him from taking the opportunity to tease the Gotham Freak.

My phone is upstairs.

Batman definitely can't hear it.

Thinking this, Ian closed the door and went upstairs. He heard heavy breathing and accidentally pulled a cell phone that was still connected to the caller from his pocket.

"forget."

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

but.

This did not affect his outward composure.

“I told you using a dual-SIM phone isn’t good; you’re bound to run into awkward situations like this sometime…” Ian said, then quickly hung up the phone and pressed the power button.

The integrated design of the phone prevented him from removing the battery, but that wouldn't be a big deal, since Ian had decided to throw the phone under his older brother Jordan's bed every night.

"I am still incredibly wise!"

Ian couldn't help but sigh. He knew he couldn't correct Lord Wayne's eavesdropping habit, so all he could do was try to let Lord Wayne eavesdrop as much as he wanted.

How considerate.

The friendship between him and Lord Wayne will surely grow stronger over time.

The ring is expected to be lit.

Chapter 91 Rainy Night, But No Maybach

The rain tonight.

Go down and get bigger.

The wind tonight.

The wind picked up and blew harder and harder.

A luxurious limousine pulled up outside an unremarkable apartment building. Inside the sparsely populated building, the person inside the limousine was staring intently from one of the lit windows.

The busy figures inside the window clearly didn't notice this.

"Finally done!"

Scientist Leonard looked as if he had just finished a three-hundred-round battle with a beautiful woman, sweating profusely. In reality, he had simply tidied up his room and put away his previously messed-up comic book collection.

This might not be a high-intensity workout for most people, but he is Leonard, a fragile scientist, who almost lost half his life in this tidying up.

“Sheldon can’t find fault with me now.” The reason Leonard spent so much time tidying up was naturally because he had an extremely obsessive-compulsive roommate.

Walked out of the room.

He was just about to show off to Sheldon when he saw a girl sitting cross-legged on the carpet eating potato chips, while Sheldon on the sofa was weighing the takeout on an electronic scale.

Hi, Penny.

Leonard's arrogant, cocky demeanor immediately subsided somewhat.

"Hi, Leonard."

The girl was watching TV and eating potato chips without turning around, which gave Leonard the opportunity to run to the bathroom, tidy himself up a bit, and then come out again.

"The person you were talking to just now was that genius cartoonist, right? And you even ransacked your room because of it," Sheldon said confidently while recording his food intake.

"I've already tidied up the room."

Leonard immediately tried to salvage his image.

Slightly proud.

The girl didn't seem to pay attention to him; instead, she was quite surprised by Sheldon's hearing.

"You were clearly playing games in front of the TV just now, how did you manage to eavesdrop on Leonard's phone call? You didn't install monitoring software on his phone, did you?" The girl named Penny was quite pretty; she was the neighbor of the two eccentric scientists and Leonard's dream girl.

"Ok?"

Sheldon straightened his head like a groundhog.

“Great idea! Penny, I never thought you'd have such a flash of inspiration. Maybe you really won’t have to be a waitress for the rest of your life.” Sheldon’s tone was full of emotion—he didn’t look down on his friend; he just liked to discriminate against everyone’s intelligence equally, and theoretical physicists all had a bit of a sense of superiority.

Hear the words.

Penny put down the potato chips in her hand without expression.

"If you're really that smart, don't you know you shouldn't offend the girl who served you the food?" She turned to Sheldon, her tone laced with threat.

"..."