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Seeing this, Clark couldn't help but open her mouth, but ultimately held back her speechless frustration. Wonder Woman, Diana, gave her a knowing look.
"..."
Clark fell silent once again, a silence he cherished most.
“Since you can’t find the problem, let the people who have found the problem tell us the answer.” Diana returned to the main point, patted the device storing The Flash, and turned to walk towards Ian.
"brat."
Diana crouched down to Ian's eye level, her voice gentle, "Your father said you can communicate with the highest concepts. Could you pray one more time and ask her what we should do?"
“If you help me, I’ll let you touch my leg.” Wonder Woman had noticed that Ian had been staring at her, and she teased the little boy with a hint of amusement.
Just as the heroine thought she would see the little boy's face filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Ian did blush, but not with embarrassment or anger; rather, it was a slightly warm blush.
"My God, Aunt Diana, whom I'm meeting for the first time, you didn't bring a gift, and now you expect me to give you one?" Ian's eyes widened in shock. He turned sharply to Superman, his voice rising eight octaves, "Dad! Did you know that Aunt Diana is a psychopath?"
talking.
Ian then jumped onto another sofa. His words made Wonder Woman, whose smile was gradually freezing and whose body was beginning to stiffen, finally understand what the evil thing Batman was talking about was.
"You're not allowed to post your Aunt Diana online later."
Superman Clark rubbed his temples, his tone helpless.
"So, hanging up on me is okay?"
Batman, standing nearby, questioned Superman in the deepest voice he had ever used.
"?????"
Diana was still a little confused about what it meant to post it online, but she quickly distanced herself from Ian, since the Justice League knew that Ian had previously hired a lawyer to sue his classmates' parents.
A brief silence fell over the living room.
“Ian, try praying one more time.”
In the end, it was Superman Clark who spoke up to Ian and made the request.
"Ok."
Ian didn't want to bother Miss Death so late, but since it was his father who had spoken, he closed his eyes and prayed. This time, he finally received a response.
however.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for some kind of miracle to happen.
"Miss Death said she's asleep."
Ian's answer was completely unexpected—he wasn't lying this time; someone had genuinely thrown a response into his head.
I can tell.
Miss Death might genuinely dislike The Flash. That makes sense; the bigwigs of the DC Universe don't seem to have a very good impression of speedsters, let alone Barry Allen, the very source of all evil for speedsters.
"It seems we still have to rely on ourselves."
Clark sighed helplessly.
Batman was neither surprised nor disappointed by the result.
"She's lying to you. How could something like that sleep?" Wonder Woman, after regaining her senses, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and begin her "revenge" against Ian.
"Miss Death wouldn't lie to me."
Ian immediately retorted.
His tone was very confident.
“She likes me the most… She hides somewhere every day to secretly watch me, it’s a pure crush.” Seeing Diana start to chuckle, Ian also looked at his old father.
“Dad, can we let Aunt Diana go upstairs and lie down with my deskmate Madison? She’s trying to cause trouble between me and my thigh.”
This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate.
Weigh the pros and cons.
Ian will still do it.
Wonder Woman's long legs are just so-so.
She's nowhere near as good as Miss Death, who has such a great backer.
Superman: "..."
Batman's lips twitched as well.
The Flash almost burst out laughing inside the machine.
Yes.
Barry Allen slowly awoke after Batman turned off the device, but he remained inside the device receiving auxiliary treatment. His severely fractured leg was almost fully healed with the help of the Speed Force.
"What, Madison, my deskmate?"
Of those present, only Diana probably didn't know what Ian was talking about.
of course.
She knew Ian was definitely not inviting her to stay the night.
"How am I?" Barry Allen, who had just woken up, looked at the several superhero veterans and felt a great sense of security. He leaned over the machine and asked the outside world.
"not too good."
Batman's honest answer made Barry Allen lose his smile.
"As expected, I'm doomed, aren't I?"
His face showed an expression of extreme helplessness.
"Not necessarily. We can look for some solutions in your dreams, but that would require a machine that can observe your dreams. I'll bring the equipment back when I go back to Gotham."
Done.
Batman also rushed towards the window in a flurry of activity.
He disappeared into the night.
"He still doesn't like to use the main entrance."
After a long silence, Wonder Woman also sighed softly.
"Perhaps he's afraid of being bitten by something again?" Clark understands Batman better; his super hearing allows him to detect what happened even across several cities.
Do you have a dog at home?
Diana was somewhat surprised.
Just as Superman was about to explain.
His ears suddenly twitched a few times.
This is another example of how super hearing works.
"That clone has reappeared."
Superman's expression froze abruptly, the gentleness in his blue eyes instantly replaced by sharpness. His cape didn't even have time to flutter—he looked as if he had used teleportation superpowers.
Clark vanished from the living room into thin air.
The sonic boom that tore the air apart didn't arrive until three seconds later.
The glass on the coffee table shattered.
Wonder Woman didn't even have time to hold down her skirt.
of course.
Ian didn't react either.
"Damn it, has your dad gone into the sun lately?" Diana asked in surprise. Her Amazonian warrior instincts told her that Clark's speed had exceeded Superman's normal limits.
“If my dad worked that hard, I wouldn’t be considered inferior to others when I’m out in the world.” Ian blinked. Hoping his father would become a dragon, his first small goal would definitely be to become a golden superhero.
Diana seemed to gradually get used to Ian's way of speaking.
What did he go after?
Diana was unaware of the recent events in Metropolis. After all, every superhero has a city to protect, and they usually only pay attention to problems in their own city.
"A clone corrupted by fel energy? Or perhaps another unfortunate soul from a parallel universe?" Ian only knew part of the information and didn't hide anything from him.
Hear the words.
Diana's eyes lit up.
"Is it the thing Clark mentioned last time that corrodes Kryptonian cells?" She suddenly rushed to the window. "I need to go see what's going on and see what could almost get Superman into trouble."
The demigod lady's flight start resembled a hamster being launched by a slingshot.
It bounced once on the lawn before taking off directly into the air.
I don't know if it's a habit or if their race's flight ability requires a pre-launch action.
It's a bit like Ian's old days as the bouncy bunny.
“I want to go too.” Ian turned to look at the Flash in the machine, his tone envious. “Luthor’s factory must have delicious drinks, the kind you can never finish.”
"If only we could have a few more pots of soup with green bubbles, wow, you've never had it, you have no idea how delicious it is." Just thinking about it brings back wonderful memories.
that time.
His cousin Kara was also his capable assistant.
"Maybe you can go too, as long as you're not afraid of getting beaten up?" The Flash had learned not to ask Ian what he wanted to drink, since he could tell from Ian's description that it was definitely not something good.
“Actually, I already have a plan, but I need a little help from Uncle Barry.” Ian was about to use his talent for persuasion.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
There was a sudden knock on the door.
It carried a sense of politeness.
"It's probably Arthur and his wife who have arrived. His wife is a great beauty, and both of them are Atlanteans from the ocean," the Flash said into the device. He woke up late and didn't see Ian accusing Diana.
"Marine mammals, I know that, I've studied evolution."
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