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

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Ian mimicked Batman's tone, his voice impassioned, "And, criminals that Superman wouldn't dare kill... well, I don't kill them either. I just put them all in jail."

He almost did something out of character that didn't fit his persona.

Fortunately, I was able to get back into character in time.

Countless applause erupted below the high-rise buildings, and perhaps also on the other end of the live television broadcast. In any case, the attention, recognition, and support Ian gained were rapidly approaching the goal of mission completion.

[Job Change Quest: Gain sufficient public attention and support (34133/100000)]

[Job Change Quest: Gain sufficient public attention and support (47568/100000)]

……

A TV station was broadcasting it live, and the feedback was truly impressive. Just as Ian was overjoyed and racking his brains for something that would resonate with others,...

“Buzz buzz buzz~!”

A tremendous roar of engines echoed across the sky. A reporter looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "My God! It's the Batmobile! He really is the real Batman!"

Now, even the sharper reporters who noticed Ian's unusual attire had to believe it. After all, everyone knows that only the real Batmobile belongs to the true Batman.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Only Ian, who was standing on the roof, froze in place.

He knew, of course, that his "account theft" couldn't be kept secret from Bruce Wayne, but he never expected that Bruce Wayne would actually come to stop him overnight.

good news.

The Batmobile is in an unmanned state.

As for the bad news...

"Paji~"

The Batmobile airdropped a cell phone down.

Ian pretended not to catch it.

Unexpectedly, this phone was even more hardcore than a Nokia. Despite falling onto a concrete roof, it was completely undamaged and even automatically connected to a call.

Sensing something was wrong, Ian rushed forward and stomped on the phone several times, but he couldn't break it. Just as Ian was regretting that he hadn't brought his hammer, a very calm male voice, having anticipated his actions, rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Kid, what are you doing?"

Very magnetic.

That old bat smell was authentic.

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Chapter 72 Perfect Divinity! [Please read on!]

Seeing that Lord Gotham was asking a question.

Ian instinctively reached for the phone and chewed it up. Teeth are humanity's most primitive and powerful built-in weapon, and even if they break, it has no effect on him, who has self-healing abilities—for Ian, breaking a few teeth every now and then can save his family money on dentist fees for taking him to the dentist for cavities during puberty.

"I advise you not to do this."

The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and hoarse, “I put a small bomb in this phone. If it’s squeezed too hard, it will explode in your mouth and smell like poop.”

As soon as these words came out.

Ian's actions came to an abrupt halt.

"The smell of poop!?"

The boy's eyes were filled with shock.

It's clear he's genuinely scared.

"Want to take a gamble? Maybe I'll add the fragrance of heather?" The genuine Batman's calm voice sounded like a devil to the boy's ears.

It doesn't matter if it's a photinia flower.

But the fragrance of photinia flowers...

Ian really couldn't bring himself to kiss her.

Even the Cosmopolitan God of Gamblers has moments when hesitant to place bets—it just goes to show that Batman truly lives up to his name. Ian felt as lost as the villains of Gotham City at that moment.

"Actually, the signal here isn't very good... Wait for me, wait for me to go somewhere else." Ian forced himself to pretend he couldn't hear, but Batman on the other end of the phone seemed to have already anticipated his little trick.

"The communication satellite is right above you, and you're standing where the signal is best on Earth." It has to be said, Batman is definitely not as easy to deal with as Bruce Wayne.

"If you're going to say that you're the Metropolitan Batman and have nothing to do with the Gotham Batman, I want to tell you in advance all the possible combinations of titles and homophones you can think of."

"The copyrights to them all belong to me."

He really... Ian really wanted to cry. How could it be that only twenty or thirty hours had passed since their last meeting, yet he suddenly felt like he was being completely manipulated?

"I actually have a hero's dream too. To be honest... I admired Batman even before I was born, and that's why I was bewitched and controlled by the devil."

Fortunately, Ian also has the habit of making backup plans.

"demon?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone, as if someone had heard something amusing. Just then, Ian quickly hopped back from the edge of the building to the roof, where the reporters couldn't take pictures.

"The devil is here, can you see him? Does this phone have a pornographic camera that spyes on minors?" Ian lifted his cloak and pointed the phone's front camera at his buttocks, which had been covered by the cloak.

I saw.

A bull's head with its mouth gagged was hanging behind Ian's butt, and the bull's head was covered in thick clown makeup, as if to prove that the boy also had his own clown.

How can this not be proof that Ian is also Batman?

"..."

Perhaps Batman really is using this phone camera to spy on people.

He fell into a long silence.

It was really silent.

Ian could only hear heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Batman is a spirit. Inherit the Bat spirit, starting with me, starting from a young age... You can be Batman, I can be Batman, everyone can be Batman! There has never been a Batman in this world, or rather, everyone is Batman!" The silence in the air made Ian feel awkward, so he chose to launch into a round of flattery.

however.

On the other end of the phone.

Batman's breathing became heavier.

After a while.

"If that's the case, I think the world is doomed." Batman's emotions remained remarkably calm as he spoke, only offering a somber critique of Ian's flattery. He no longer wanted to discuss the Batman/Batman issue; the bull-headed costume had nearly made him lose control of his blood pressure.

"Suppose, and I'm just saying suppose, let me put it another way, that Green Arrow appeared to me in a dream and told me to do this, would you be willing to pretend to believe me and then go and fight with Green Arrow, no, fight with chicken?"

Ian still wanted to try to be a good arguing child.

Surprisingly, Batman seems to have no intention of pursuing the responsibility of this imposter.

"With great power comes great responsibility—I'll save your life for that reason alone. Get in the car." He offered Ian advice with a slightly sentimental tone.

"Save my life?"

Ian was still in a daze.

“Your father will arrive at your location in three minutes… and I have done my best.” Batman’s voice was very calm, but Ian’s face flushed slightly in an instant.

"Damn it! You're just trying your best to stall me!"

He was furious.

I was a little flustered.

After looking around, he didn't choose to ride the Batmobile. He still didn't dare to gamble with Batman's magnanimity, so he chose to dash off and jump off the building on the spot.

To everyone's astonishment, Ian went into freefall.

"Ah! Where's his grappling hook?"

"Oh my god! Batman jumped off a building!"

"Take a picture! 'The Death of Batman'! It's going to be headline news!"

……

Reporters were in a panic, their cameras frantically focused on the falling figure. However, the expected tragedy did not occur—the black figure simply lay motionless on the spot for about ten seconds after landing.

Just as the reporters hesitated whether to approach and take a rare photo of Batman lying flat on his back, the black figure on the ground suddenly crawled forward on all fours.

Shock!

Unbelievable!

The hearts of a group of metropolitan residents seemed to have been brutally attacked.

After a while.

Finally, a wise journalist realized something.

"Is this where the title 'Batman' comes from? Most bats crawl in such a distorted way after landing!" This reporter's insight led other members of the crowd and reporters to their own realization.

Reasonable.

Everyone thought it made sense.

The flashbulbs went off again, and in the live television footage, the black figure first crawled along the ground like a bat for more than ten meters, then suddenly stood up and ran away into the distance at an astonishing speed.

Many viewers must have seen this scene during the live stream.

They understood too.

"This is the real Batman!"

All recognition and praise arise from understanding.

She got it.

He got it.

They all understood.