Even Ian is indeed melancholy enough.
Sincere love.
But Lois still didn't believe what he said. Not only that, Lois felt that Clark shouldn't believe it either. Superman's physical fitness and poison resistance must be higher than that of an ordinary person like her.
Where is the brain?
"You just believe him?" Lois looked at Clark who was lowering his head to eat and didn't want to get involved. Clark quickly put down the spoon in his hand and wiped his mouth with a tissue.
"There are always many things in this world that we cannot explain... Our family itself is quite unscientific, so it is not impossible for Ian to get acquainted with a goddess that only he can see." Clark did not answer directly, but used a more tactful way - he really believed that there must be some truth in Ian's mouth.
"Of course I don't doubt how magical this world is... I've seen a lot when I'm with you, but even so, the things Ian said are a bit too bizarre."
Lois sighed heavily.
"A little artistic processing, not much - you know, Mom, I am a writer, I can't control myself." Ian blinked and quickly made up for it.
He originally planned to immerse himself in the food.
But thinking about it, I now have two big bosses to please.
So.
"Praise Lady Death, thank you for giving me dinner... and thank you for my adoptive father." Ian has never been a younger brother, so he just copied the habits of Christianity's disciples.
Both rain and dew are stained.
No one is treated lightly.
Death Knight was still cold and didn't respond, maybe because he couldn't respond. However, through prayer, Lady Death contacted again, which was different.
"Shut up!"
He even sent an angry reply directly to Ian. No, emotions are all out there. The message was not replied in seconds, but it was still a voice message. Ian felt like his head was buzzing.
However, that's the case.
He still has something to say.
"Oh, no, mom, I don't even have artistic processing now, I have a crush on you." Ian's tone was decisive, making both Clark and Lois feel confused.
The couple had no idea what was happening.
"Even if what you said is true."
Lois rolled her eyes and decided not to dwell on this topic anymore. She picked up the spoon, scooped out a large spoonful of boiled green vegetables, and poured it heavily into the Ian bowl.
"But even if you are crazy about the super goddess, you have to eat all these green vegetables for me tonight." I have to say that maternal love is silent, but it is hard to swallow.
Listen to what mom says.
Ian looked at the extra green vegetables in the bowl and looked like bitter melon.
Broccoli.
It may be the symbolic food of elite families.
However, hunger is definitely the lifelong enemy of meat lovers like him.
"Baji~"
Ian just took a bite.
The next moment.
He saw his silent father standing up in anger.
"Ding dong~"
The direction of the gate.
The doorbell rang immediately.
"I'll go, I'll go."
Ian hurriedly spat out the broccoli in his mouth and rushed towards the door quickly. However, someone rushed faster than him. Ian just felt his eyes blur and Clark stood in front of him.
"I'll come."
Clark pushed Ian behind him.
Immediately.
He gritted his teeth and opened the door.
"Bruce, we agreed, you can't disturb my normal life." He obviously already knew who the visitor was, and he spoke to the person outside the door with a very dissatisfied tone.
This name made Ian immediately startled. He quickly turned his head and looked over Clark's broad arms toward the door. He saw an impressive middle-aged man wearing a custom-made suit standing outside the door.
Extraordinarily burly figure.
But it doesn't seem that exaggerated.
There is an aura unique to the old money family all over his body. He is Bruce·Wayne, the owner of Gotham, the fake skin used by Dark Knight in the dark to hide his identity!
"I'm not here to find you, Clark." Bruce interrupted calmly, looking past Superman's broad shoulders and landing on Ian who was looking behind.
"I'm here to find the author of a manuscript that Wayne Enterprises's publishing house received today." He nodded slightly to Ian, "I guess you are Mr. Ian·Kent?"
Batman, who pretends to be a human being, has a gentle tone and looks extremely polite.
"You really submitted your novel?!" Clark obviously didn't expect that Ian actually wanted to publish his work. He was confused at first, and then immediately turned back to look at his youngest son.
His eyes were very strange and strange.
"I have to let the world appreciate my amazing talent." Ian nodded matter-of-factly. He seemed to be thinking about the world and wanted to enlighten all living beings America with an awe-inspiring righteousness.
"..."
Clark's expression is wonderful.
In comparison, he was speechless.
Bruce actually affirmed Ian's confidence.
"It is indeed a very talented piece of work."
He commented without changing his expression.
Let Clark only feel that Bruce is uneasy and kind-hearted.
"Are you serious?"
Clark frowned, his eyes full of pressure, staring at Bruce outside the door very seriously. Bruce remained unmoved, looking calmly at Clark.
"Please don't doubt my vision as an investor." Bruce's voice was steady, as if stating ordinary facts, "I'm just doing what a businessman should do."
"Mr. Kent's book will definitely make me a lot of money in a specific market." His words were very firm, and Clark's face was filled with astonishment.
He really didn't know whether he should continue to doubt Bruce's bad intentions, or whether he should doubt people's mental state nowadays. The beating in his temples was the high blood pressure of Krypton that Clark hadn't felt in a long time.
"Congratulations, Clark, you will soon have a son worth millions." Bruce's smile became more and more obvious, at least his tone sounded like a sincere blessing.
Hear the words.
Clark remained silent.
And Ian's eyes have already lit up.
"Really? Mr. Wayne, who often appears on TV, speaks for himself!" Ian's head came out from Clark's armpit. He has never been stingy in complimenting others.
"I promise."
Bruce smiled and nodded.
"What a rude old father... Please come in! Come in!" Ian instantly transformed into the most enthusiastic host. He pushed Clark, who was still speechless and confused, and welcomed Bruce into the house.
How to say it.
Now that the other party has come to your door.
There must be an explanation.
There is no point in showing resistance.
And Ian is not willing to feel sorry for Franklin.
"Want to try the broccoli made by my mother? It's very healthy White People Food!" Ian brought Bruce to the dining room and took the initiative to share his plate of broccoli with Batman, who was disguised as a human.
"No, thank you." Bruce glanced at the wilted green plants on the plate and the suspicious paste on them, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.
His intuition told him.
He may get seriously ill after eating this plate of food.
"Who's here? Huh?"
Lois came out of the kitchen and saw Bruce sitting down. His expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just raised his head and looked at Clark who walked in shortly after.
Clark shook his head indifferently to his wife.
"My son may really have talents that I can't appreciate, but I don't think the publication of just a book is worth a trip to my home for a busy person like you."
Clark sat opposite Bruce.
"You're right."
Bruce calmly took out a delicate device from the inner pocket of his windbreaker.
"However, what if we add this... don't I have the right to investigate?" He clicked on the TV in the living room, and the automatically lit screen was playing today's evening news.
"Witnesses captured this thrilling scene with their mobile phones." The news anchor's voice came from the speaker, "Superwoman once again saved the Boeing passenger plane that was about to crash in time."
"This is the 364th plane accident this year, and the 360th Boeing accident. As a citizen, I can't help but ask, what's going on with the other four plane accidents?"
This question.
Very reasonable.
However.
Immediately afterwards.
The camera turned to a blurry mobile phone video. Kara stood in front of the plane and was being interviewed heroically. Behind her, a figure wearing stockings and a hood was taking photos with the survivors for a fee.
"According to very reliable information, a new superhero has appeared. He and Superwoman appeared at the scene of another accident shortly after the plane incident."
"We can reasonably infer that this man is a novice hero who is learning from Superwoman - enthusiastic netizens gave him a very vivid nickname."
The host was giving a newscast very seriously.
However.
Outside the TV.
Hear what the world calls me.
Ian's expression simply fell into a dull state.
"What the hell!? Stocking Hero?"
Facing Origin Story who is probably Independent NPC himself.
He is really red and warm.
At this moment, Ian wants to make the whole world feel pain, but when he thinks of that, his name may change from Stocking Hero to something like Stockings Freak or Doctor Stockings.
He was calm again.
"Actually, what I wear is pork silk. You should call me pork silk man, or Rose Superman." Ian suddenly corrected the host on the TV in a calm tone.
"????"
Batman rarely loses his temper.
Unless you really can't stand it.