The letter was very serious.
The content is also very polite and gentlemanly.
It's just that the signature of the last letter writer is a little bit exciting. Of course, for Ian to be recognized as a prototype character, this must be a recognition and proof of his amazing talent.
Someone else has a mine girlfriend.
He has mine fans.
It's all a happy death. If Ian can really withdraw ten million US dollars with the check in his hand tomorrow, he will force himself to believe that he just met a fan with the same name.
All is well.
No need for Batman to take action.
"Let me just say that I am not a person who likes to complain." Seeing that it was rare for someone to finally appreciate his work, Ian also decided to treasure this letter in his schoolbag.
When he has time to travel to Gotham in the future, this will be his best passport in Gotham. Seeing Ian's face full of joy, Jordan couldn't help but get closer out of curiosity.
Ian blocked the letter in his hand.
He knew who was the real king of accusers in this family. Guarding against his second brother, Ian opened his schoolbag and put the rewards from enthusiastic fans together with the letters.
"I think it's a letter sent to you by the girl you like!" Jordan poked his head to catch some details, but his eyes were immediately attracted by the blood-stained Minotaur in Ian's school bag.
"Wow, this figure is so lifelike. It also moves? It's an electric model?" Jordan first expressed his approval, and also thought that the Demon Head in Ian's schoolbag was just a toy figure.
However.
Seeing that Ian didn't reply, he suddenly asked again, with a thoughtful and slightly surprised expression on his face, "Ian, where did you buy this?"
The only answer to Jordan was the sound of Ian zippering.
"Don't call me Ian, call me 'rich bastard brother'! This is in line with America's traditional virtues." Ian looked at his uneducated poor brother.
He has always been very stable in terms of sense of substitution.
"What the hell?"
Jordan looked confused. He had no idea that a rich man had sneaked into this home quietly. Ian was already thinking about how much tax he would have to pay this time.
"I know you are richer than me and Jonathan, but... no, why did you suddenly grow so much taller?" Jordan was a little late-conscious because he had been sitting on the sofa.
He stood up from the sofa in great shock and found that Ian was almost as tall as himself - this was not because Ian had enhanced his physical fitness.
"I just said that I keep feeling like I forgot something! Damn special drink!" Ian was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then quickly took off the boots he was wearing.
"!!!!!!" In Jordan's shocked eyes, Ian took off the sky-high red high-heeled shoes that were wrapped in boots and worn on his feet.
Ian always fell down when climbing the wall before. It was really not because of his poor sense of balance. No one would believe Batman, who is 1.7 meters tall, but he couldn't break his own legs and forcefully lift himself up by more than ten centimeters.
"My eyes!"
Jordan's expression seemed to be struck by lightning, his mouth opened and closed, and finally he could only squeeze out one sentence. "What are you doing!? Oh my God, should I be glad that you at least are not wearing stockings?"
The voice fell.
With dull eyes, he saw Ian take out three pairs of stockings from his trouser pocket and throw them into Trash Can.
"There is a reason, but I don't dare to explain it to you now."
Ian put on his slippers again and immediately felt extremely comfortable. He didn't care about Jordan's distorted expression. The world would always misunderstand a superhero like him.
Especially family members' lack of understanding is an old tradition in America culture.
"When my parents come back, tell me that I have died outside. If you have anything to do, you can tell me tomorrow." Ian went upstairs to his room to do business.
Only Jordan was left standing alone in the living room, staring at the direction of Ian's disappeared back for a long time, and then slowly looking back at Trash Can who was wearing stockings and high heels.
"Jonathan is like that, Ian is like this... I... do I still have a chance to be a normal person?" Jordan looked sad, and his low murmur echoed in the living room.
Doubt life.
Fear of the future.
The most common mentality in adolescence is vividly displayed in the second brother Ian.
Return to the bedroom.
Ian locked the door.
After thinking for a moment, he moved the wardrobe in front of the door to block it - the bet was not on whether the old father had the ability to break in, but on Clark's good character of diligence and thrift.
"I am such a smart ostrich."
After taking safety measures, Ian came to his desk. He put the thermos cup on the desk. Looking through the mouth of the bottle, he could see Mr. White squatting inside with his head buried.
Special people should collect special real figures like this.
Mr. White may be the real ostrich.
"Mr. White, don't worry, for my compound No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 7, 8, 90, I will definitely not leave you in the hands of Reaper again."
Ian is trying to appease Mr. White.
However, Mr. White's soul trembled a little more violently. It must have been moved. There is definitely no one in this world who would think that a fourteen-year-old child is more terrifying than Reaper and Destiny, who was destined to give birth to Hell.
"Let me see my Trash Can."
Ian once again took out Minotaur Demon's head from his school bag. Although Joker's makeup had not been removed yet, Minotaur Demon's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot now.
"Don't scream, or I will pee in your mouth." Ian is not very good at threats. He is still learning. To his surprise, Minotaur really didn't curse anymore after he took the rag away.
"Are you the son of Superman Clark?" Minotaur Demon asked in a hoarse and deep voice. Apparently it had discovered something when Ian hung it on its butt.
Among Hell.
Superman's name is also very loud.
"Clark is my father."
Ian chose another way to answer.
Minotaur Demon was silent for a moment.
"You want to learn magic?"
It also remembers the exchanges between Ian and Raven Rachel.
"To be precise, what I want to learn is Demon God Summoning Technique." Ian wants to summon the devil and then sacrifice it to the devil. As the times develop, it is time for a mysterious side of the assembly line to be born.
"I can teach you."
Minotaur Demon didn't seem surprised by this and responded in a muffled voice.
"Demons's bewitchment? That's it?"
Ian suspected that the other party wanted to trick him.
Hell biological words.
Not a single punctuation mark can be trusted.
"I can really teach you. Although I am not powerful, I inherit the blood of my ancestors and have rich magic knowledge." Minotaur Demon's attitude seemed very sincere.
But Ian was unmoved.
This guy's attitude has changed so much, there must be something fishy in it. As for what is strange, Ian doesn't want to think about it, mainly because he is afraid that he can't figure out the reason and it will insult his own wisdom.