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

"Hmm, an interesting speculation. So you're telling me that this kind of information, which I never even thought of, was all whispered in your ear by your super brain while you were sleeping?"

Miss Death raised an eyebrow.

"It's not near the ear, it's below the top of the head."

Ian corrected the other person's word choice, then nodded his little head again. His reply made Miss Death rub her temples involuntarily.

"To be honest, I'm starting to regret why I filled myself with such a rich amount of humanity not long ago." The goddess took a deep breath, her expression like that of someone who had swallowed a hedgehog whole.

"You have no super brain whatsoever... You rambling brat, I'll verify what you're saying, but until then, I hope you won't bother me three times a day!"

Done.

Miss Death snatched the sandwich from Ian's plate.

The person disappeared completely.

They didn't even leave Ian a single piece of lettuce.

"So she means I need to contact her at least four times a day?" Ian couldn't hold onto his breakfast, so he grabbed Jordan's.

People who wake up late should bear this burden. Ian has already reported everything that needed to be said. Whether the higher-ups take it seriously or not is no longer a concern for him, an independent NPC.

"Deng Deng Deng~"

sometimes.

Jordan is just so easy to nag about. Speaking of Jordan, Jordan appears. He came down the stairs rubbing his eyes, just as Jonathan came out of the kitchen to serve his two younger brothers fried eggs and potatoes.

"Why do you look so tired?" Jonathan asked Jordan with concern. His younger brother's dark circles reminded him of an animal called a raccoon.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well." Jordan hesitated, his gaze falling on the sandwich in Ian's hand, then looking at his own empty plate.

There weren't any major mood swings.

Just a food thief.

I'm used to it now.

Jordan watched Jonathan walk back into the kitchen. He looked at Ian, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Ian, something strange happened to me again yesterday."

He kept glancing towards the kitchen, as if he didn't want Jonathan to hear.

"What's weird?"

Ian was munching on a sandwich.

"I went back from your room last night... I, my eyes hurt... In the middle of the night, I think I saw Batman in my mom and dad's room doing something."

Jordan's tone was somewhat hesitant, "Maybe it's just my imagination? It seems... I do tend to hallucinate sometimes. Damn it, my browser is already recommending suitable coffins to me."

"Each one is so expensive."

His voice was even more desperate than it had been the night before.

only.

"What the hell!?"

Ian is always amazed by his second brother.

"You didn't leave your room? You didn't see anyone else? You only saw Batman?" he asked tentatively. His second brother, with his X-ray vision, had also awakened. He probably went back to his bedroom and disciplined himself severely!

If they're so worried about having a terminal illness, how can they still keep going after returning to their room?

"Yeah, I didn't leave the room, so I thought it was a hallucination, since there were only a few blurry images." Jordan rubbed his eyelids, trying hard to recall.

"Wow, you're the real Superman in Metropolis." Ian gave his second brother a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. The fact that he could awaken superpowers one after another was certainly a special talent.

"Don't try to make fun of me, I really feel like my days are numbered." Jordan sighed deeply. He was now worried that after he kicked the bucket, Ian would actually test whether he could come back to life.

“I bet you’ll live, and live a very comfortable life. You should probably talk to your dad or mom about this,” Ian suggested, offering a suggestive suggestion.

"maybe."

I don't know if Jordan listened to me or not.

"I'm full, I have to go to school." Ian checked the time, put down his cutlery, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then stuffed it into his backpack.

"It's Saturday today, what school do you go to?"

Jordan looked up in surprise, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

“As long as you have school in your heart, you can go to school anytime.” Ian used a backup excuse; he actually had something else to do and needed to go out.

When the ostrich temporarily hides away from its returning parents, that's secondary. Whether it's cashing checks or taking Mr. White to buy chemicals, these are secrets he can't reveal.

"Should I give you a compliment? You're great!" Jordan asked with a worried expression, watching Ian sling his heavy backpack over his shoulder and head out the door. He began to eat his meal somewhat absentmindedly.

I've only taken a few bites.

"Bah bah bah!"

Then Jonathan's movements could be heard from the kitchen.

"This isn't protein powder!" Jonathan's voice was filled with surprise and uncertainty. Jordan hurriedly ran to the kitchen and saw Jonathan holding a glass of white liquid, examining it closely.

"what happened?"

Jordan first looked at Jonathan's full protein powder container, then walked to the trash can, and immediately solved the case: "It's the milk tea sweetener that Ian loves to add when he drinks coffee."

He rummaged through the trash can and found dozens of packaging bags.

The two older brothers stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“He probably forgot to buy you protein powder yesterday.” Jordan noticed the US dollars under the protein powder container and handed the money to Jonathan with a strange expression.

What could Jonathan say?

Based on emotion and reason.

He could only forgive his youngest brother.

"It's okay, saccharin is saccharin. Ian is probably just trying to help me build muscle." As it turns out, money really does work. Jonathan clutched the two hundred dollars and was incredibly understanding.

"Then you drink it."

Jordan stared at the cup Jonathan was holding in his other hand.

"I will drink it, but not now."

Jonathan was starting to lose his composure, but he remained defiant. Jordan, however, was too exhausted to tease his older brother anymore; he grabbed a bottle of ketchup and went back into the dining room.

"What is this?" Jordan noticed the teething toy that Ian had tossed aside after using it. He saw the bat symbol on it, and his pupils immediately contracted sharply.

"Am I hallucinating?"

A true super brain may indeed be awakening at a rapid pace.

News of Batman's arrival in Metropolis.

The scene I saw myself.

And then there was his mother's grumbling and flustered demeanor last night—everything seemed to connect perfectly, and Jordan gasped, feeling as if he had uncovered the truth.

"Between Batman and his mother..."

He didn't dare to think about it.

If he kept thinking about it, he would start to feel sorry for his father.

wrong.

Is that really our dad?

Or rather—I can't think about it anymore, I can't think about it anymore. Jordan felt like he was going to explode if he thought about it any longer. He quickly threw Ian's teething toy into the trash can with trembling hands.

They pretended that nothing had happened.

of course.

If those horrifying things were true, Jordan felt he might still be alive, and he would also find the reason why Jonathan, Ian, and even himself were acting somewhat strangely.

They shouldn't be in the metropolis.

They should be in Gotham.

They must be normal people there.

"What's wrong with you?" Jonathan also came out carrying a plate. He saw his younger brother trembling and felt even more strongly that Jordan might be feeling unwell today.

"nothing!"

Jordan made a run for his life.

I ran up to the bedroom on the second floor as fast as I could.

He stared at the box containing his treasure, trying to temporarily forget the absurd reality he found hard to accept. Although he and Clark didn't get along, it didn't mean there wasn't a father-son bond between them.

Memories flooded back.

Just when Jordan wanted to escape reality.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

His cell phone rang.

Jordan's fingers trembled like the legs of a frog being electrocuted, because he saw "Mom" on the screen and suddenly felt an urge to throw the phone out the window.

"Hey?"

of course.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over fear.

Jordan answered the phone.

"Your brother's phone isn't answering. Is Ian with you?" Louise's voice came through the phone, with the background noise of the newspaper printer running frantically.

"We were just together a moment ago."

Jordan's voice was as erratic as that of a terminally ill patient.

"now what?"

Louise's questioning was very serious.

"He's gone to school now."