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

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Ian was filled with hope for a bright future, and he was indulging in his fantasy of soon reaching the top of the family food chain when a shrill cell phone ring shattered the tranquility of his devil's manor.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Caller ID: Jonathan, the eldest brother.

“My brother calling me at this wicked time of day definitely isn’t because he can’t sleep and wants to find free companionship.” Ian thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

As if realizing something, he immediately answered the phone, his tone filled with inexplicable anticipation: "Jonathan! I knew it! You blew up the new new new house too, didn't you?"

"We really are brothers!"

His voice was filled with relief and admiration.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Jonathan's weak and exhausted voice finally came through.

"...The house...was indeed blown up."

His response confirmed Ian's guess, or at least part of it.

Ian immediately perked up, sitting up excitedly: "See! I told you! It's okay, big brother, everyone feels this way the first time, it's normal to be a little nervous!"

"At this time, the most important thing is to stay calm and refuse to admit it! You must say that the gas pipes are old, that it was an alien attack, or that it was Batman next door who blew it up."

"In short, it's about shirking responsibility! I'm an expert at this, let me teach you..." Ian was about to launch into a long-winded speech, impromptu presenting Jonathan with his 50,000-word experience.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the reason Jonathan called.

"Stop! Stop! Ian! Listen to me!" Jonathan quickly interrupted his brother's overly skilled and absurd instruction, his voice filled with indescribable helplessness.

"This really has nothing to do with me! I didn't blow it up!"

Ian was taken aback by his voice.

immediately.

"Hiss, that's why I call you my older brother. You've reached a whole new level... Yes, yes, when Dad asks, you have to be this confident and aggrieved!"

Ian felt a sense of frustration in his acting.

"..."

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to calm his tone. To prevent Ian from misinterpreting things, he immediately spoke in a very fast voice.

"Listen to me, the culprit behind this is Jordan!"

"He secretly went to Seattle to take on some side job, but he got hit on the head with a kryptonite club and locked up! Then he called me for help!"

"To be honest, I thought this whole thing was suspicious, so as long as I remained cautious enough, I wouldn't end up like those characters in TV dramas who line up to die—"

Jonathan's voice became somewhat frustrated at this point, "But who knows? Reality is more magical than TV dramas. I was going to ask my dad for help."

"As it turned out, my dad just happened to go to outer space. Looking back now, it was probably the hand of fate... It's a pity I didn't realize it in time."

"I called my dad more than ten times, and finally someone answered, but it wasn't my dad. The person who answered said he was Batman."

Jonathan's tone became extremely strange.

Ian: "...Huh?"

Even Ian noticed something was wrong.

Batman would never say something like that; those are usually his lines.

Just as Ian realized that his bootleg Batman account might have been hacked, Jonathan continued speaking in his strange, somewhat indescribable voice.

"He said his dad went to outer space on an emergency mission and that he was temporarily keeping the communicator. He also spoke in that... um... very deep voice, as if he was pinching his nose."

The sense of frustration was palpable in Jonathan's tone.

Ian blinked: "...And then you believed it?"

He felt that perhaps he shouldn't just be secretly putting brain-boosting drugs in Jordan's water bottle; he might not be able to forget Jonathan either, since Jonathan just seemed smarter.

“I was a little skeptical at the time…” Jonathan’s voice lowered, “and then the other party said that if I didn’t believe him, he would have to prove himself…”

Ian had a bad feeling: "How did he prove it?... Did he blow up our house because of it? Was the other person my number one fan in disguise?"

The Joker was, of course, the number one fan he was referring to.

Jonathan paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, then said in an almost sleepwalking tone, "No. He... he drove up in a Batmobile."

"He said he'd take me with him to rescue Jordan, to prove his identity and ability..."

"Then what?!"

"Then... he seemed to be... not very skilled at driving... he lost control when turning... and... he just crashed the Batmobile..."

Jonathan's voice was filled with a deep sense of helplessness, "The Batmobile crashed into our roof... and then... boom... you know that kind of noise."

Although his description was brief, it did not detract from the vivid imagery it presented.

Just now.

A young boy's voice, though childish, but trying to sound fierce, came faintly from the other end of the phone: "I've already given you a check for ten million dollars as compensation! What more do you want!"

Hear this sound.

Ian suddenly realized what was going on, and instead of being angry, he was delighted and slapped his thigh in joy!

"It's the Wayne family's young master, right?! Damian Wayne! Hahaha! So this is the kid who blew up our house! Now we can really stage a serious accident to extort money from them!"

Ian didn't shy away from the topic.

He immediately wanted to discuss the matter with Jonathan.

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the little boy's voice suddenly came close to the receiver, his tone surprisingly excited.

"It's me! It's me! Ian Kent! My idol! Is that you?! Come save us! I'll definitely cooperate with you! We can blackmail Bruce Wayne!"

This is what a truly filial son is like.

Ian, Jordan, and Jonathan all have to step aside.

"Did my mom catch you guys?" Ian didn't respond immediately. After all, he was a very vigilant person. Although he sounded concerned, deep down, Ian had already figured out how to distance himself from his unfamiliar older brother and the bad kids from the neighboring city.

He wanted to show his ugly side, which few people had ever seen before!

The kind that's eager to try.

Just a pity.

Things don’t always go as planned!

That's not the case.

Jonathan picked up the conversation, his tone filled with annoyance and a sigh of "if only I had known": "No! Not at all! It's because of this kid! He insisted he was Batman, took me for Robin, and kept dragging me along to rescue Jordan—and now we're locked up in the basement of a Seattle church with Jordan!"

"The other party is a strange woman with three eyes!"

Jonathan's voice was filled with frustration, regret, and a mix of emotions. After listening, Ian finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a deafening laugh, his eyes practically bulging with laughter.

"Alright, alright, Calabash Brothers, save your brother!" Of course, despite the laughter, Ian also jumped off the Devil Man's massage bed and casually pulled out a black box that kept flashing coordinates.

He has already identified the positions of Jonathan, Jordan, and the filial son from the neighbor's family.

After taking one last look at the system interface [Data loading: 89%], Ian's mimicry armor quickly covered his entire body, and he flew directly out of the window, soaring into the clouds.

"Just wait, the real hero, I'm coming. Remember to tell Damian to call me grandpa... Only grandpa can save the Calabash Brothers and guarantee that he can save them one by one."

Ian is still on the phone.

No one can tell whether he truly believes in this kind of metaphysics.

……

Just as Ian was preparing to go save his family.

In his divine dimension.

Life goes on for the people there.

The streets are busy with traffic.

Hovering taxis run alongside old-fashioned gasoline cars, holographic billboards flash bizarre product information, and the air is filled with a strange smell that is a mixture of energy and food.

On the sidewalk.

A group of "tourists" with an unusually peculiar painting style stared wide-eyed, curiously observing everything around them.

The leader was a tall, dark-skinned orc with protruding fangs, wearing an ill-fitting Hawaiian shirt that looked like it was about to burst from his muscles.

Beside him was a tall, slender, blue-eyed, and exquisitely beautiful elf lady who also seemed somewhat surprised at the moment. The elf was dressed in traditional clothing woven from delicate vines and light gauze.

This group of tourists stood out starkly against their surroundings of metal and glass. Several other companions from Azeroth followed behind, all looking like country bumpkins visiting a grand mansion.

"By the God Ian!"

The orc pointed at a vending machine by the roadside, watching the iced cola roll out of it, and exclaimed in a gruff voice, "That metal box can actually run so fast!"

"It's imprisoned the water elemental inside! And it's spewing black gas from its rear! Is it shadow magic?" The orc's brain wasn't working properly, but he wasn't the only one.

The elf lady was tidying her long hair in front of a huge glass curtain wall.

She suddenly realized that the figure in the mirror was moving with her, and she was so frightened that she immediately drew her rapier and pointed it at the mirror warily: "Who?! Who is spying on me from the mirror dimension?!"

The same goes for elves' brains.

The impact of things developing in different directions is so strong.

"Look! That goblin is riding a mechanical mount with only two wheels! And he's not falling over!" A minotaur pointed at a delivery scooter speeding by, his voice booming with admiration. To be honest, he was actually pointing at a short human.

The human guide leading the group wiped his sweat and tried his best to explain.

“That’s an electric car…not a mechanical chocobo…and, Mr. Garrosh, that’s not water elemental, that’s the most environmentally friendly car fuel carbonated beverage currently available.”

“Ordinary people aren’t qualified to buy it; only those with devout faith are. By the way, Ms. Aurelia, that’s just a television set in a mirror, don’t break it…”

The tour guide explained very patiently that the policy of cultural integration was proposed by Franklin, the administrator of the god Ian, so he was now a novice tour guide.

Orcs and elves were also a novelty to the citizens. The commotion and laughter caused by this group of tourists from the World of Warcraft became a beautiful sight on the city streets.

They walked through a relatively quiet alleyway, excitedly discussing the "magic lamp" and "teleportation portal" they had just seen, while only vaguely understanding the explanations of the neon lights and subway entrance.

No one, including the tour guide, noticed that in a dark corner deep in the alley, lay a motionless humanoid object, its body shimmering with a dull, silvery-white metallic luster.