American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 40 Cousin! This is unethical!

Kara didn't know much about Gotham.

All she knew was that Gotham Asylum had a great reputation, housing many mentally unstable superhumans. It was both a prison and a hospital, and someone with Ian's mental condition should stay there for a few days.

"Hmm? My aunt has a partnership with Gotham Asylum?" Ian frowned. He felt that Kara wanted to use him to boost her sales and then take a cut from Batman in Gotham.

"I just want you to be normal!" Kara felt Ian's suspicious gaze, and she slapped her forehead again, her face full of indescribable expression.

“I’m perfectly normal, and I obey the law. I bet at least 80 percent of America doesn’t respect the law as much as I do.” Ian’s voice was full of unwavering confidence.

He knew he was telling the truth.

"No, you robbed a criminal's car and then sold it to gangsters through illegal channels... You know that's also a crime, right?"

Kara's voice suddenly rose an octave, her face filled with disbelief at Ian's confidence. Honestly, even given a hundred years, she felt she couldn't come up with such a plan.

He violated multiple laws in succession.

In the end, no one benefited.

What is this operation diagram?!
"I didn't steal the car, I just drove away the robber's car. How can that not be considered an emergency avoidance?" Ian blinked like a pure white lotus flower, channeling the spirit of "Sister Haochun".

"This is also a crime!"

Kara sighed helplessly.

"So this is considered a crime... Hey, I'm just a kid, what do I know?" Ian scratched his head, which wasn't itchy, and then revealed a sunny boy's smile.

Kara wanted to punch someone because of that expression.

"Judging from your expression, you clearly knew all along that your behavior was wrong!" Although she could be a little naive at times, she could still tell that Ian was obviously not telling the truth.

However, her aunt ruthlessly exposed her.

Ian simply shrugged, his smile becoming even brighter.

"Don't worry, the jury won't think that way. Besides... I have a doctor's certificate." As he spoke, Ian pulled out the crumpled medical record and waved it around a few times.

This is truly a deadly weapon.

The confident boy believed that there was no need for a mental hospital to close down to him.

"You...you..."

Kara's face turned bright red.

I didn't know how to respond for a long time.

Damn!

Why are the children raised by Clark like this?

Is it possible?

Did she never really understand Clark's true character? Because Ian had left Kara speechless several times, she even began to doubt Clark's integrity.

The child has developed into this kind of person.

Kara simply doesn't believe that Clark bears no responsibility whatsoever.

"Come in first..."

Kara didn't want to argue with Ian about it anymore; she figured if she didn't want to get Kryptonian high blood pressure, she'd have to pretend she'd never heard the story from her cheap nephew.

"Click~"

Kara opened her door and went in first, turning on the warm white lights. Ian followed closely behind, and a faint scent of lavender laundry detergent filled the room.

This is a typical studio apartment layout. Kara, who works as an assistant secretary, doesn't earn much, so being able to afford a place like this is already considered a pretty good financial situation.

The countertops in the open kitchen gleamed, and two overturned mugs sat beside a stainless steel kettle. Two potted pothos plants swayed gently in the breeze outside the balcony on the windowsill.

The living room wasn't large, but it was very tidy. A gray rug was neatly folded on the beige fabric sofa, and several simple-looking landscape paintings hung on the wall. On the TV cabinet, there was a small framed photo—a picture of Carla in casual clothes, making a peace sign in front of some tourist attraction on Earth.

The sofa was quite messy, and there was a remote control and several fashion magazines on the coffee table.

of course.

In the blink of an eye.

Ian clearly saw a woman's underwear and panties on the coffee table, but in the blink of an eye, everything disappeared, leaving only his young aunt giving him an awkward smile.

"..." Ian felt utterly humiliated by his relatives. The Kryptonians had outmaneuvered his intelligence with incredible speed, and yet they acted as if he wouldn't notice anything. "Does Auntie still like pink lion cubs?"

Ian's eyes are much faster than normal, so even though Kara is lightning fast, he can still clearly recall what he saw in that one "frame" of blinking.

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Kara's attempt to cover up the truth only made things worse.

She wanted to frown to express her confusion, but feeling Ian's silent gaze, her eyes clearly showed some guilt, so she could only look towards the windowsill.

“Disney merchandise does sell very well, which inspired me… I’ll also sell merchandise after my novel becomes a hit.” Ian said thoughtfully, as if he had discovered a way to make money.

Do you still write novels?

Kara looked at Ian with some surprise.

She had never seen a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child dream of becoming a writer and actually put it into practice. Regardless of the quality of the writing, Kara felt that such a passion was worth encouraging.

"Yes, it's about my Superman father." Ian answered honestly, and he was indeed telling the truth, but not the whole truth.

"Your father would agree to you writing his story?" Kara was clearly surprised, as she knew all too well that Clark separated the lives of superheroes from those of ordinary people.

"This is a self-healing method recommended by a psychologist. I think my father is quite supportive of my writing. He has been so excited that his face turns red after reading my manuscripts many times."

Ian used the "sleight of hand" strategy from the Seventy-Two Stratagems.

Kara, however, had no doubt about it.

"Well, it seems you wrote quite well."

She even became curious about Ian's novels.

"Yes, please buy a few copies when the time comes. I submitted them to the publisher on my way here today. I'm not worried at all about whether it will be published successfully and become a hit."

Ian spoke with great confidence.

"no problem."

Kara agreed without hesitation.

Not only that.

"Actually, I think if your story isn't finished yet, you could even add me in... Of course, don't write about what my real identity is."

“You just need to write about the interactions between Supergirl and Superman.” She even volunteered herself to Ian, hoping to have a cameo role in his novel.

how to say.

She's such a good cousin.

She was willing to dedicate herself to Ian's writing career. Ian admired his aunt's discerning eye, but after a moment's hesitation, he decided to decline her suggestion.

"That's not good."

Ian sighed with slight regret.

"Hmm? You think Supergirl isn't as famous as your father, and can't attract an audience for you?" Kara threw herself onto the sofa, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

"no."

Ian shook his head.

"It's just because my story style is quite unique, so... adding my cousin might violate ethics, and I'm afraid it won't pass the censorship and will affect my earning speed."

He gave a sincere answer.

There's a sense of regret deep down.

"?????"

Kara heard this.

First stunned.

He was immediately struck dumb, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Do not!
Super Brain!

You can't function right now! You can't think about anything—the brave supergirl, at this moment, not only dares not speak, but also dares not even think.

(End of this chapter)