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

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Ian couldn't bear to take even the slightest detour.

He wanted to replicate someone else's path to success. To be honest, Ian wasn't worried that the wealthy man in front of him would steal his ideas, because in his human form, Master Wayne was still a decent person with principles.

"..."

This is not.

Bruce was stunned upon hearing this. He looked back and forth between Ian's face and Louise, who was leaning against the wall with a helpless expression, several times.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Only the sound of Louise gulping down her wine could be heard.

After a while.

Bruce spoke slowly.

“A very mature idea. You should be able to become a qualified capitalist.” In fact, Bruce thought Ian should be categorized as the kind of person who should be hanged from a street lamppost.

but.

He has a pretty high emotional intelligence.

“Yes, I’ll definitely be great. But the people of America deserve me too.” Ian wasn’t one for modesty; he preferred to be pragmatic most of the time.

"..."

Bruce fell silent for a long time again.

"If you need investment, you can contact me." After considering for a moment, he took out his personal business card from his clothes and politely handed it to the boy, Ian, with both hands.

This is clearly a privilege that most writers would not receive.

Bruce felt he should pay more attention to Ian.

“I actually have another idea…” Ian took the business card and was about to talk about his “The Boys” when Clark came down from upstairs.

The noise of people coming downstairs interrupted him.

Because Bruce's gaze was immediately drawn to Clark.

"Since you admire Ian's talent so much," Clark said, holding a few sheets of paper in his hand. Ian recognized them and tried to snatch them, but Clark nimbly dodged him.

“Then please publish this work as well, otherwise I will assume that you have ulterior motives for investing in it.” Clark slammed the papers in front of Bruce.

"No problem at all."

Bruce agreed without hesitation. It was just the publication of some books, and even with the development of various related IPs, it was just a drop in the ocean for the large and powerful Wayne Group.

"I will adapt Ian's work into both film and comics..." Bruce maintained a perfect smile as he elegantly picked up the manuscript, intending to showcase his "money power."

however.

Just a glance.

The Batman, whose wealth was invincible, suddenly stopped speaking.

There is no other reason.

Batman's tragic love story

Bruce immediately noticed Ian's manuscript, which only had a title at the beginning.

His expression and thoughts froze completely in that instant. Just seeing such an explosive book title had already set off alarm bells in the mind of Wayne Corporation's super-boss.

As it turned out, Bruce's intuition was spot on. After reading just a few lines on the first page, Bruce didn't dare to read any further. He was afraid he would lose control and hit the child.

Batman stood on the balcony of his luxurious villa, which had nine hundred floors, admiring the view while stroking his well-defined 24-pack abs.

[Not only that, his teeth can emit a rainbow of colors at night, bling bling, super cool, even the vintage wine he drinks can't hide the gleam of his teeth.]

[30 billion! Find her!]

Batman swirled his glass of red wine, savoring it. He felt as if he were back to last night, on the red carpet twenty kilometers away, when he first met that special woman.

To this day, he still remembers that woman's eerie "hehehe" laugh.

……

Even with Bruce's composure and shrewdness, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He was completely stiff.

Seeing the big boss's expression, Ian felt a little guilty. His storyline hadn't yet included that special woman; she was actually the Joker playing a role in order to defeat Batman.

therefore.

A somewhat unexciting opening is unlikely to attract truly discerning readers. Clearly, Wayne's expression shows his dissatisfaction with the bland plot.

It's worth noting that in this timeline, both Superman and Batman are at a stage where they have children and have truly entered middle age.

Chapter 55 Superman's Illegitimate Son! Marvel's Nightmare!

how to say.

After all, time is limited.

Ian only drafted the beginning of his book last night. He originally planned to submit it to the publishing company owned by billionaire Oliver Quinn, who is also the publisher of Green Arrow.

Eggs cannot be put in the same basket.

The same applies to excellent works.

Ian had always been very planned in his work releases; however, no one could have imagined that the superhero father would betray his underage son in the most extreme way.

"I hope the big boss can appreciate my talent." Ian certainly hoped that the Batman in human form in front of him had a keen eye and could glimpse an extraordinary future from an ordinary storyline.

Bruce had no idea what Ian was thinking. In fact, he was no longer in the mood to observe his surroundings. The manuscript in his hand seemed to him like a Cthulhu-level contamination.

"Well? Mr. Wayne, with your discerning eye, are you still going to insist on publishing my child's book?" Clark secretly rejoiced when he saw Bruce's stiff expression.

He hadn't made this man lose face in a long time. Bruce slowly raised his head, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He took a deep breath and suddenly revealed a gritted-teeth smile.

"Of course!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Bruce, unwilling to fight for a mere pittance, was determined to prove himself, even if it meant suffering heavy losses himself. He resolutely chose to grit his teeth and engage in a mutually destructive struggle with Clark.

Neither side will be a winner.

but.

Isn't this also equivalent to a win-win situation for Ian?

Ian felt like he had won too much.

“Mr. Wayne, the second book isn’t finished yet. I’ll send you the rest once it’s done.” He quickly tried to make amends for the blandness of his plot.

Who wouldn't love double the royalties?

"That's enough, that's enough! There are already enough drafts!" Bruce's temples throbbed; he was genuinely afraid of seeing any more plot developments that would upset his heart.

“Not enough, Ian. Once you’re done writing, send it to him—no, just give it to me directly. I’ll personally escort your manuscript to him.” Superman crossed his arms and a victorious smile played on his lips.

"Now, see the guests out."

He watched as Bruce gritted his teeth and stood up. As the big boss walked towards the door, he kept turning back every three steps, clutching the manuscript. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Take care, Mr. Wayne!"

Ian politely escorted the guest to the front door.

Bruce's response with a stiff smile.

He maintained basic politeness as he bid farewell to Ian and the grinning Superman, then walked to a luxury car parked on the street not far away. Once inside, the knuckles of his fingers, gripping the manuscript, were clearly visible.

"Young Master, you don't look too well. Did you have another argument with your old friend?" The elegant old man in the driver's seat asked with a hint of teasing.

Bruce looked at the manuscript in his hand and remained silent.

"I do not have friends."

He answered in a low voice.

The elderly driver simply smiled and shook his head upon hearing this.

"So, has your guess been confirmed? About the possibility that the boy was also a Kryptonian remnant?" The old man started the car and casually expressed his curiosity.

“Based on Clark’s past records, he was also around this age when he began to awaken his abilities… I have to consider that the boy whose birth certificate I helped obtain back then was also a Kryptonian descendant.”

“Of course, this boy could also be further evidence that Superman isn’t perfect, and I think that would be really interesting.” Bruce’s face showed a thoughtful expression.

"In any case, I need to get to know Ian Kent better. So, the first step is for me to have a good talk with his therapist."

Bruce always had a familiar unease lingering in his heart.

His brows furrowed.

Alfred raised an eyebrow at this, and the car silently glided into the metropolis's night. Compared to Gotham, the chances of encountering someone here at night were far too few.

Even the butlers driving the car seemed a little unaccustomed to it.

……

Inside the Kent family house.

Clark was in a good mood to see Batman get his comeuppance, and Ian was also in a good mood knowing he was about to become rich. Only Louise, who was drunk, was asleep in the kitchen.

Clark gently carried Louise to the sofa.

This also startled Louise.

"kiss Me!"

She was really drunk.

I got interested.

"Forehead."

Clark was finding it difficult to cope.

Ian hurriedly prepared to go upstairs to his room to leave his parents alone. Just then, the sound of the door unlocking came from the front door; Jordan, who often pretended to be dating someone else, had returned.

"I am back!"