SUP Chapter 90: Can't I Really Go to Arkham?

When Batman wasn't panicking.

The one panicking would most likely only be Superman.

"I'm doomed!"

Ian had super hearing.

At least when he perked up his ears, he really did.

So the sound of Superman being choked by overtime coffee from the other end of the phone, Ian could hear very clearly. He had already started climbing out the window, preparing to temporarily run away from home for a few hours.

Taking his little money jar with him, then boldly venturing into the world. This time, Ian felt he was truly wronged. The evil capitalist was throwing dirty water on him.

"There really are no good people in Gotham!"

Ian's plan was to take advantage of Clark also being dragged to work overtime by the newspaper due to the [Batman Raids Metropolis] incident, seizing every moment to rush under his grandmother's bed to take shelter.

Unfortunately, though the idea was wonderful.

But when he opened the curtains he had previously closed, Ian discovered he could only see iron bars. When Batman climbed over the wall to get in, he seemed to have sealed this place shut as well.

What a scheming Batman indeed.

It could only be said that Ian's vigilance had been lowered somewhat by Bruce Wayne's appearance.

He felt Master Wayne must also have a miraculous biological force field!

Even if Master Wayne could prove he didn't have one, Ian absolutely had to insist that Master Wayne really did! The deflated young man felt that only by thinking this way could he feel slightly better.

"Let Ian take the phone."

This was Clark's voice from the other end of the phone. Ian's super hearing was very acute. He mouthed something to Bruce, and Bruce was indeed a lip-reading expert.

He easily understood Ian's lip movements.

"Your son wants me to help him shift the blame to the demon. Yes, that head. It seems he's not shifting blame for the first time." But Bruce didn't plan to cooperate with Ian.

"Mm, this demon is quite pitiful. Even I have to admit this."

He walked to the iron box, opened it, and saw the demon head inside still chewing a pile of tissues, sincerely offering a heartfelt assessment.

"Human~"

The demon head spat out a pile of tissues, preparing to thoroughly frighten Bruce, but only saw Bruce pluck one of its bull hairs, then close the iron box again.

His expression didn't change at all.

"I'm not being alarmist."

After Bruce put away the demon bull head's hair, he crouched down while talking with Clark and observing the iron box Ian used to store the bull head.

He seemed to discover something peculiar about this box.

"No, no, no, I'm not discussing laser weapons with you... So, he also has standard-issue laser weapons?" Bruce once again stopped Ian's attempt to bolt for the door.

"No movement. Your son wants to make a run for it. I stopped him... No, I don't like grabbing people's necks." Bruce glanced at Ian who had been tripped by his invisible rope.

He didn't lift Ian by the scruff of the neck as Clark had suggested.

"You have an arms factory?"

Bruce still stepped forward to help Ian up.

Mainly because he noticed Ian started playing dead after lying on the ground.

If he didn't help him up, he was afraid Ian would just fall asleep.

"No, I don't."

Ian really didn't have one.

He wanted to ask where he could pick one up.

"That's the truth."

Bruce relaxed somewhat.

He continued turning to talk with Clark on the other end of the phone.

"It seems you haven't read a single word of the book I had Alfred send you?" While sternly criticizing Clark, he kept a close eye on Ian, who might cause trouble at any moment.

"I'm not running anymore."

Ian was extremely helpless.

Good news, Clark's overtime location probably had many people, so he couldn't come back immediately.

Bad news, Bruce had handcuffed himself and Ian together. No helping it, Bruce discovered Ian's bull strength was really great. Only this way could he prevent Ian's fearful "criminal" escape.

Batman was very resourceful.

But the equipment he could bring on a trip was ultimately limited.

"Since you've read it, then tell me how he managed to create this thing right under your nose." While talking, Bruce still didn't forget to hold up the miniature reactor for another look.

Such craftsmanship made him marvel.

This was definitely not a level Earth technology could achieve. Because of this, it was no wonder Bruce suspected Clark usually liked to secretly teach kids how to rub together nuclear reactors.

"You don't know either? Ha."

Bruce didn't believe Clark's words.

"Let me look for it."

He was also interested in laser weapons.

"Where did you hide your laser weapon?" Bruce first searched under the bed without finding anything, then questioned Ian while maintaining his call with Clark.

"What laser weapon? Dad has hallucinations from working overtime. So you see, people shouldn't go to work. Even Kryptonians can't withstand the pressure that work brings."

Ian discovered his teeth were as useless as always.

That was normal.

After all, the handcuffs had [Superman Exclusive] written on them. Although the handcuffs looked quite aged, even so, Ian was indeed not as strong as Superman in his youth.

"Your dad says the laser weapon is in his bedroom ceiling." Bruce thanked Ian for the assist. Superman dad betrayed his son at unprecedented speed.

"..."

Ian tasted betrayal for the first time.

Just like that, he could only take Bruce to "identify the scene." Fortunately, the hallway was dark, and Jonathan and Jordan were probably asleep. Otherwise, there would definitely be three handcuffed boys in this house.

Arriving at his parents' bedroom.

Bruce immediately locked onto where the laser gun was hidden. He just took out what looked like a quite intelligent grappling hook and opened the ceiling to retrieve the laser rifle hidden inside.

Casually handing the manuscript in his hand to Ian, Bruce observed the laser rifle.

"This isn't Kryptonian technology."

Bruce immediately identified something wrong.

"I never said it was."

Ian scratched his head with his other hand.

"Interesting, the magazine is also a small reactor..." Bruce quickly figured out the entire gun's structure. It was not only a weapon but also looked like a work of art.

The overall design had streamlined features.

The gun body used lightweight but extremely sturdy unknown metal.

"This shouldn't be able to blow up America?"

Ian tentatively asked. He actually couldn't quite understand how a thumb-sized reactor could have such great power when even the big reactor in the Iron Man story could at most blow up Manhattan.

Regarding this question, Bruce also directly provided an answer.

"Your gun and your miniature reactor won't explode. They're very stable. But your nuclear energy application research base has a probability of exploding, and when it does, we'll all have to go to heaven together."

He examined the boy in front of him with scrutinizing and slightly confused eyes.

Initially, Bruce suspected Ian was secretly running a highly sophisticated base behind Superman's back, even more complex and advanced than his secret base.

But now it seemed, Bruce had discovered Ian had the kind of clarity of someone who hadn't been to university.

Since Clark had hung up due to his supervisor's urging, Bruce could only stare at the boy in front of him, trying to analyze what exactly was going on.

"I don't have a nuclear weapons research base."

Ian was also stunned by Bruce's imagination.

"I'm the son of a farm boy. Our family has been farmers for generations. We've been bullied enough, so picking up some self-defense weapons on the street should be reasonable, right?" He knew Bruce wasn't like his parents, so he didn't tell the real truth. His super wisdom told him he should be more guarded against the man in front of him.

"Mm, very reasonable."

Bruce nodded.

"But you're not telling the truth."

He suddenly changed the subject.

Those deep eyes staring at Ian made him somewhat nervous.

"Okay, I'll tell the truth."

Ian's super wisdom began indicating that in life, there are always times to "change the subject back." So he chose to tell the truth, but not the complete truth.

The shocking talent of being a writer came online at this moment.

After some explanation, Bruce Wayne listened and nodded repeatedly.

"You mean to say, when you were walking home from school, you encountered a stall vendor that only you could see, and he sold you glasses that could read people's thoughts and see through things."

"Because of your pure heart, you resisted the temptation these glasses might bring, giving up a life of debauchery and the opportunity to have affairs with countless types of stunning beauties."

"Therefore, the stall vendor was very impressed with you and insisted on taking you as his disciple, teaching you the universe's top scientific knowledge. These two little gadgets are the test he gave you?"

Bruce Wayne felt like he was reading Ian's new work.

His eye corner couldn't help but twitch a few times.

"Yes, Master Tony Stark, He is the Omni-machine God." Ian nodded decisively, that firm appearance like a aspiring person ready to join the Party at any moment.

"..."

Bruce couldn't help rubbing his brow.

"Only your last sentence was true."

He sighed helplessly.

How to put it, even someone as strategically brilliant as this Gotham master was ultimately fooled by Ian, even if only a little. That was still a win, a big win, a special win, a total win.

"I only tell the truth, never lie."

Ian loved telling little lies.

He just stubbornly endured being looked up and down by Bruce for a long time.

"I understand."

Who knows what Master Wayne understood. He seemed to have an epiphany, returning the laser gun and miniature reactor in his hand back to Ian, who was still brainstorming.

"That's it?" Ian was somewhat confused.

"What else do you want?" Bruce sighed. He really wished Ian was an evil demon child. Unfortunately, he was just a demon child without being evil. This was definitely the most troublesome group for him in middle age.

A troublesome kid.

"I thought I'd be sent to Arkham."

Ian let out a long breath of relief.

He began to be gradually amazed that his emotions were surprisingly calm.

"It's not to that extent yet. After all, you haven't done anything bad. I'm just understanding the situation." Bruce's words somehow made Ian feel disappointed.

"I remember the door is over there."

Bruce suddenly put his mask back on.

Batman walked out of the bedroom.

"I really won't be sent to Arkham?"

Ian chased after him.

"No."

Batman's voice became hoarse again.

"Really won't?"

The boy's tone carried some unwillingness.

"Really won't."

Batman sighed helplessly.

"Alright... Arkham's beds are too hard. I probably couldn't sleep well anyway..." Ian could only comfort himself this way, his sour tone carrying a somewhat disappointed flavor.

He mainly figured it out just now. Arkham would be heaven for him.

He could hide from his old man and there were countless inexhaustible chemical reagents. Maybe without needing thirty years east of the river or thirty years west of the river, he could soar to the sky and become a max-level ancestor.

Wouldn't that be a total win?

"Gotham forbids your entry!"

Batman suddenly became alert at this moment. He still didn't know why Ian wanted to go to Arkham so much, but he felt he must guard against Ian smuggling into his city.

Gotham was already chaotic enough now.

It really couldn't accommodate a demon child from Superman's family.

"Remember, kid, if I find you running to Gotham, I'll suggest your dad pound you at home every day. I'll buy his newspaper and make him send me ten thousand photos of pounding you daily!"

This wasn't Batman.

This was a money power threat from Master Wayne.

"Hiss~"

Ian sucked in a cold breath.

He was severely controlled. This time, the Metropolis Gambling God didn't dare place bets. So helplessly, he could only watch Batman slam the door and leave, his cape getting stained with some mud water in the light rain.

A moment later, Batman came back around.

"Didn't take the manuscript."

He seized the manuscript from Ian's hands, and again... Ian protected the door. Batman couldn't slam the door successfully again and could only fling his muddy cape and blend into the night.

This operation left Ian quite dumbfounded.

"I get it. He won't let me into Arkham because he's afraid I'll discover he also has a dedicated bed there." Ian really didn't understand Batman's return operation.

But this didn't stop him from seizing the opportunity to mock the Gotham weirdo.

The phone was upstairs, Batman definitely couldn't hear.

Thinking this, Ian closed the door. When returning upstairs, he heard heavy breathing, so he accidentally pulled out a phone that was still in call from his pants pocket.

"Forgot about it."

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

This didn't affect his surface composure.

"I told you dual-SIM dual-standby phones aren't good. Occasionally you'll definitely encounter such embarrassing situations..." After Ian finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up and pressed the power button.

The integrated phone prevented him from removing the battery, but this wouldn't have much impact because Ian had already decided to throw this phone under his second brother Jordan's bed every night.

"I'm still so brilliantly intelligent!"

Ian couldn't help but sigh. He knew he definitely couldn't correct Master Wayne's eavesdropping habit, so what he could do was try to let Master Wayne eavesdrop to his heart's content all at once.

How considerate.

The friendship between him and Master Wayne would definitely grow day by day.

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