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

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The existing bat technology is still somewhat insufficient.

“Clark, you should find a way to further evolve your eyes.” Bruce Wayne knew that improving his bat technology in a short period of time would be troublesome.

The best approach is to urge and remind Superman to evolve quickly. Just as Superman treats Batman as his external brain, isn't Superman also part of Batman's Battechnology?

As I said before, this is probably what true friends are like.

"With great power comes great responsibility." Bruce said without changing his expression, borrowing Ian's famous quote, "Since you can see the dimensional rifts, you should be able to see even further, such as all the multiverses, or even beyond the multiverses, the fictional universe depicted in Ian's comics."

"Then I'll acknowledge that you're a true superman."

Batman uses his superb bubble voice to spur Clark on.

"..."

Looking at Bruce's serious face, Clark suddenly had an urge to shove kryptonite down his throat, but thankfully he was now completely sober.

The alcohol taste is gone.

Even if you want to pretend to be drunk, you just need that one perfect opportunity.

"Stop with the sweet talk. The most important thing right now is to find out who that woman is. My gut feeling tells me she's not a 'good person'."

Inside the Batcave, a red and blue cloak draped across the cold metal floor, its shadow intertwining with the bat emblem. Clark Kent stood before the control panel, his brow furrowed.

His gaze lingered once more in the direction of that "disappeared dimension."

“If intuition worked, the world wouldn’t need investigation, analysis, research, or reasoning.” Bruce Wayne stood in front of the terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard, expressing his distrust of Clark’s intuition without even looking up. That’s understandable; Batman only trusts his Bat-intuition.

"Then what do you think?"

Clark turned to look at Bruce Wayne.

“If you want the answer, you’ll have to let me see your brain.” Upon hearing this, Bruce stopped what he was doing again, slowly turned around, and locked his gaze on Clark like a probe.

"Using this as an excuse to study me again, huh?" Clark sighed, but resignedly stood up. His exceptional vision allowed him to see from his seat that Batman had already activated a certain device.

This means that the other party wasn't actually asking for my opinion.

“Ian has always praised the Kent family’s super intelligence, and it’s truly well-deserved.” Bruce added a little emotional value, then led Clark to a newly revealed device in the corner, one that Clark had never seen before—the machine was shaped like a metal chair, with a complex neural interface helmet connected to the top, covered with shimmering quantum nodes.

"When did you build this thing?" Clark sat on the device that looked like it came straight out of a science fiction movie, letting Bruce put the helmet on him. But the moment the helmet was on, he couldn't help but ask, "When you were probing Barry's dreams before, did you realize that one day you would need to probe my memories and dreams?"

It has to be said that after all these years, Superman is still that innocent young man. Upon hearing this, Bruce's fingers paused for a moment on the connector.

“Clark, do you remember the first time we met?” He looked up, answering a question that seemed unrelated to the one he was asking. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light.

Clark hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded.

"You beat me up so badly, of course I can't forget it." He gave the embarrassed Batman a death stare, and Batman quickly shook his head, saying it wasn't this time.

He guided Clark to recall, and Clark finally realized the truth.

"Oh, right, if we're talking about our first informal meeting, I remember it was on a cruise ship. I was on vacation at the time and was assigned to the same cabin as you on the same cruise ship. Thinking about it now, that might not have been a coincidence." Clark hadn't lived in vain all these years.

We have made some progress in utilizing our super brain.

“Yes, that was many years ago.” Bruce Wayne replied with deep emotion as he continued adjusting the instrument’s wiring.

"So, it was around that time that you had already built these instruments targeting me?" Clark asked thoughtfully, his tone somewhat speechless.

"Do not."

Bruce Wayne shook his head.

“It was a little before that… probably when you were still in college.” Batman continued the call, revealing a secret he had kept buried for many years.

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Clark was certainly caught off guard.

It felt as if ten thousand alpacas with bat heads were galloping through my mind.

"What does this have to do with our first meeting?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance and looked at Batman with a strange tone, while Batman continued to work on his circuitry.

"It's not really a big deal, but I just wanted to remind you of our years of friendship, so you won't get too angry about it." Batman's voice remained calm.

Clark paused for a moment again.

A warm feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

Just as he was about to marvel at how Batman actually cared about other people's feelings,

Batman added another sentence.

“Getting angry will affect the operation of this machine.” Batman arranged the wiring, walked to the control panel, and gestured to Clark with his eyes to sit still and not move.

"..."

Clark's smile froze, his fists clenched instantly. Batman hadn't used his fists, but had shattered his dream of friendship with just a single sentence, which truly made him grit his teeth.

Of course, unlike Ian, Clark was good at assessing the situation. Because he was wearing the other party's device and was worried about retaliation, he could only show a very forced smile.

"let's start."

Clark sighed softly, deciding that once everything was over, he would pretend not to see Ian moving Wayne Enterprises' satellite orbit to the far side of the sun when Ian launched the satellite.

A real man's revenge is so silent.

"Ah."

Bruce Wayne, whose Bat Intelligence failed to detect the Dark Superman's thoughts immediately, did not succeed in reading his mind. After giving him a hint, he immediately started the refurbished old machine.

moment.

Clark felt a moment of disorientation.

The memory projection began to play—Batman's pupils contracted slightly. On the screen, within Clark's consciousness dimension, countless starlight streaked past as he plummeted, passing through layers of fragmented spacetime. And at the edge of that void, the woman in the white dress stood silently, a mysterious smile playing on her lips beneath her veil.

He certainly noticed the familiarity of that smile.

The instrument stopped operating.

Clark took off his helmet.

"So? Any discoveries?"

Superman noticed Bruce Wayne's changing expression and asked him a question with some unease, but Bruce Wayne did not answer him immediately.

The Gotham Freak kept his eyes on the recorded memories, but he didn't dwell on the woman's smile. Instead, he zoomed in on the umbrella she was holding, as if he had discovered something.

No one knew what information he had noticed, but when Clark looked over, he immediately deleted the recording backup file from his computer.

Some files are simply sealed away in Bruce Wayne's own mind.

That was the safest archive room.

The memory palace, which Sherlock Holmes was so proud of, was used to perfection not only by the Lord of Gotham, but also by some of Gotham's little-known villains.

"what happened to you?"

When Clark walked over, he only saw a blank control screen. Batman was staring at the screen, seemingly deep in thought, and even his philtrum was furrowed.

This is much harder than frowning.

Bruce stared at the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

After Clark shook him, asking if he was being disturbed by something again and threatening to find a crowbar to crack open his skull and see if there was any new extraterrestrial contamination inside, Bruce Wayne, who knew that Superman's jokes only accounted for 49%, immediately forced himself to break free from thinking.

"Do you think it's possible that Ian Kent has a twin sister?" He slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly at Clark, who was already testing the crowbar.

Here with Batman.

Clark's decisiveness was always earnest.

"What? Why are you suddenly asking this?" Clark looked slightly disappointed as he saw Bruce Wayne speak human language again. He threw away the crowbar he had used to scare Batman and was somewhat bewildered.

"Something strange has been discovered."

Under Clark's watchful gaze, Bruce Wayne offered only a brief explanation, without going into detail about the reason for his discovery of something strange.

He'll get his head smashed by Clark sooner or later; he's definitely not innocent.

"The Riddler, huh? Gotham style, huh?" Clark was used to Batman's personality; he knew he could crack open Batman's skull but not his mouth.

He pondered for a moment, about to say that he couldn't answer the question either, but felt it was unlikely. A very clear and violent tremor came from underground.

Even an ordinary person could feel that commotion.

"earthquake?"

The thought only flashed through Bruce Wayne's mind before he immediately dismissed the possibility of an earthquake, while Clark had already used his vision to see through the underground.

It's too late.

Suddenly, the floorboards bulged, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere. Batman and Superman both took a step back, speechless as they watched the collapsing ground. The next moment, a mud-covered hand emerged from the ground, followed by messy black hair, and finally a smug, disheveled face.

"Haha! I knew the mere foundations of Gotham couldn't stop me!" Ian Kent crawled out of the hole, dusted himself off, and exuded a mix of pride and dishevelment, like someone returning from a long expedition.

There were still fragments of alloy remaining in his mouth. Clearly, Bruce Wayne's alloy foundation was inferior to God's eternal foundation, and it only ended up crunching in Ian's mouth.

It tastes almost as good as dim sum cookies.

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Ian knew that he would always be warmly received when he came to Batman's house.

He emerged from the ground, his mouth full of genuine steel scraps, and, thirsty, looked around, hoping to find some fitness drinks that couldn't be bought elsewhere.

“Uncle Bruce, your Uncle Ian needs your help. Quickly make me an iron crotch that even God can’t open. I know that if you really want to make one, you can definitely make one.”

While searching for a small drink, Ian tried to manipulate Bruce Wayne. He was genuinely terrified; heaven knows what would happen if the Goddess of Creation really did come after him.

And what if God, in a fit of anger, wanted to sleep with him again—that would mean Ian would be slept with twice, and he didn't want that kind of sexual harassment to happen to him.

If Bruce can get out of his wheelchair so quickly, then Bruce will surely be able to perform the Batman miracle and create the iron crotch that Ian wants. This is Ian's respect for Batman!

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