The night has darkened.
The pen tip of Ian is still dancing crazily on the paper. He is working hard and drawing the comic about the origin of Sentry. The awakening of his career as a writer makes the young man feel that his drawing skills are even better.
"As expected of me, and my pendant system." Ian understood the true meaning of Winning Philosophy and knew that all the credit should be attributed to himself. He felt that his thinking was clearer because he had awakened a new profession.
[Writer] This unexpected ordinary profession allows Ian to recall the context of the story more clearly, and countless inspirations seem to come to him when he picks up his pen.
It's just that he didn't dare to use it casually in this comic Ian. When he drew "The Boys", he couldn't control himself, so that there were many private details in it that he thought were far superior to the original work.
"Sometimes being too talented is an annoying thing. This painter, this storyboard, Marvel wants to kneel down when I see it, saying that it is full of kindness from me."
Ian licked the corner of his mouth and wiped the ink paint that splashed on his face a few times.
Of course the dirty paper was stuffed into Trash Can.
"I..."
The box was opened and closed again. Before Demon Head could say anything, he could already feel the taste of toilet paper - fortunately, it only contained the smell of paint and not other smells.
Ian's hand speed is comparable to that of a humanoid printer.
Living typography.
Page after page of comics stacked up like magic.
And just when he felt that he was getting better.
"Ding ding ding~"
The cell phone rang.
That gift from Gotham Weirdo.
"Good evening, Mr. Batman." Ian picked up the call. There was no number on the call, so he greeted Gotham Weirdo politely without waiting for the other party to speak.
"What are you doing now?"
Batman asked with a bit of vigilance, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"From a macro perspective, I am drawing comics, but from a micro perspective, I am also suspected of providing peeping material for the copper smelting monster." Ian maintains a brisk voice with a good tutor.
His hand continued to draw, but after all he couldn't hold back and added two stupid hairs to Sentry - this damn hand still seemed to have its own ideas! Ian was frantically blaming the blame in his own mind. To be honest, not adding two lumps of weight to the male Sentry's chest was already a sign of his respect for Marvel.
This needs to be spread.
I'm afraid he will be violently killed by certain groups popular in Europe and the United States.
"Huhuhu~"
Batman started breathing heavily on the other end of the phone again.
Ian guessed that this gentleman must have taken too many medicines when he was young.
"Um, Mr. Batman, can you share the network hotspot of your Batman camera with me? You also know that my father is reluctant to activate ultra-high-speed network services."
"The Internet speed at home is so slow that I have almost killed the hundreds of viruses living in my computer." Ian's heartfelt request did not receive a generous response from Batman.
"You can't install cameras in your house."
Batman just gritted his teeth and responded. Maybe he wasn't lying. At this time, he was not aroused by Ian, but thought of the windfall he had made by selling second-hand cameras to Clark.
Ignoring the bank in which the loan materials for this house are now in his name, just talking about the down payment, the purchase funds for at least one room in this house came from his contribution.
Damn Kansas boy has excessive thrift and resource recycling habits.
"Is there really no camera? I don't believe it... You must be spying on me. My sixth sense is very strong." Ian looked around for a place where the camera might be hidden.
"Look back! Outside the window!"
The voice of Batman came from the phone receiver again.
He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood in the second half of the night.
"Oh my god!"
Ian turns his head.
The whole person shivered.
There was no way, who let him see the Batman spirit hanging upside down from the eaves, with piercing eyes in the night? Who would have thought that the most high-end master was actually using the most low-end peeping method!
"This is a little beyond my intellectual understanding..." Ian quickly stood up and went to draw the curtains, and by the way, he also thoughtfully wiped off the eyelids of Batman's eyes that were staring at him.
"It's weird out there."
Ian kept talking on the cell phone and walked back.
"??????"
Batman outside the window was stunned. He had seen a lot in his life and had encountered everyone and everything, but this was definitely the first time he had seen this type of ostrich.
"Click~"
"Imp, have you stopped taking the medicine?"
Since he had contact with Ian's psychiatrist, Batman also knew something about Ian's situation. However, the strange thing was that he didn't seem to want to mention Hannibal.
Accompanied by the sound of prying open the window, Batman rolled into the room very gracefully. If he hadn't stepped on his own cloak when he landed, it would have been a perfect score.
"I haven't stopped taking the medicine, but I have run out of medicine. Since I no longer have anxiety, Dr. Hannibal may not prescribe medicine for me, so now I hope that some kind people can kindly sponsor me two or three tons." Ian has not yet experienced the grace of his body, and is really eager to upgrade and learn to fly.
At the same time.
He also mentioned Hannibal secretly, but Batman didn't seem to have any reaction, and he didn't even intend to sponsor a pharmaceutical factory for him.
This gentleman just stared at Ian as if thinking.
"What do you want from me?"
Seeing that he could not refuse Batman, Ian could only stop, turned around and asked tentatively - he was afraid that Batman would come to him and ask for reputational damage fees.
Lord Wayne Maybe he doesn't care about those three melons and two dates.
But Batman, who had his guest appearance, must be happy to see him penniless.
"I won't hold you accountable for your previous behavior, so you don't need to test like crazy in front of me." Batman is a cheerful person. He took off his mask and pretended to be a billionaire Bruce·Wayne.
Ian I don't know whether I should pretend to be surprised.
So.
His expression changed several times in one second, and finally returned to normal, with a startled expression to show his attitude. This wave once again silenced Bruce in human form.
"..."
He sighed silently.
"I need your manuscript." Lord Wayne got straight to the point and told the purpose of his night raid on the widowed man's house. Of course he couldn't have come all the way from Gotham just to feel angry.
"Which one?"
Ian tilted his head, not knowingly asking. He treats his works with a single-minded attitude, without any favoritism, so I don't know which masterpiece Batman is obsessed with.
"The craziest one."
Bruce sounded like he had swallowed broken glass.
It's hard to say.
"I only write serious literature. Behind the seemingly absurd stories, there are actually amazing truths, such as..." Ian also planned to rebut in a clear and coherent manner.
However.
"Give me the manuscript!"
Bruce suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him. His mentality was a bit broken tonight, but it was not because of Ian, but because of what happened to Gotham.
Paper rain filled the streets.
Gotham City Everyone has read that in his prediction, the story will only be circulated in the lunatic asylum - in this universe, there are really not many things that can make Lord Wayne break through.
The so-called talents of Joker+Ian are really the real king combination.