What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Similar dialogues played out repeatedly in every corner of Gotham. In the ruins of a bombed-out church in the East Side, an angel, after being rescued, immediately rejected Superman's suggestion.

“I know who you are, and we know who Bruce is. I don’t want to be a sample on his lab table.” Perhaps the angels had more respect for Superman than for Batman. At least this angel bowed slightly to Superman in thanks before folding his broken wings and staggering away.

At the exit of an underground pipe, another angel, after being purified, didn't even want to look at Batman, leaving only the words "We will find our way home" before turning away without looking back.

Not a single angel was willing to accept the aid. Although they expressed their gratitude, they maintained the arrogance and aloofness typical of higher-dimensional beings.

"This is like saving a bunch of rich guys from heaven."

Batman sighed.

Didn't stop it.

Because he had already conducted a danger assessment of these powerless angels, he estimated that most of them would have to be locked up in mental hospitals until the angels regained their power.

As for the remaining half, they either end up in illegal factories or are trafficked to brothels.

"Is this the suffering that angels must endure?" Just as Batman was boldly speculating about the thoughts of the Supreme Will, Superman Clark flew over with an empty water gun.

"Bruce, we've cleared all the areas."

Superman landed beside Batman, his red cape fluttering gently in the Gotham wind. He gazed at the angels being purified in the distance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Ah."

Batman nodded.

“Bruce, you’re really amazing,” Superman suddenly said, his voice carrying a deliberate air of admiration. “To be able to come up with a solution in such a short time.”

He paused.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"I think you were prepared for this, weren't you?"

This is not actually a question, but a statement made with certainty.

Batman didn't respond immediately; his gaze remained fixed on a dilapidated building in the distance. The ruins of Gotham cast long shadows in the setting sun.

However, Clark did not let this silence pass by. He asked abruptly with a forced smile, "Can you tell me what the raw materials of this purification fluid are?"

Hear the words.

Bruce's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes beneath the mask appearing exceptionally deep in the shadows: "Believe me, Clark, you probably don't want to know the answer to this question."

In this regard.

Superman just gave another forced smile.

“Let me guess, yes, just guess.” Superman crossed his arms, his tone suddenly turning sharp, “You have a share in our family’s sewer cleaning company, right?”

As soon as these words came out.

Batman, who was still organizing his equipment, suddenly stopped.

"?????"

Batman was uncharacteristically stunned.

"What are you talking about?"

His tone was one of utter speechlessness.

The eyebrows under the mask almost reached the hairline.

At this point, Clark's expression turned serious: "I watched you take out those big barrels labeled with Ian's name and then create these so-called purification fluids."

He pointed to an empty container not far away.

The old father clearly only started settling scores after things were under control.

"Ok?"

suddenly.

Wonder Woman flew over after finishing her work.

"Using the pollution Ian created to combat another kind of pollution, good idea, Bruce." Wonder Woman smiled and gave Batman a thumbs up.

Before she could continue her teasing and lighten the tense atmosphere, Batman sighed heavily and pressed his hands to his temples.

“I just acquired some hospitals in Metropolitan, the hospitals that Metropolitan schools designate for physical examinations.” Batman didn’t seem to be trying to hide his actions. He paused, as if choosing his words carefully, “It was blood. I used your son’s blood thinner, plus some other chemicals.”

This explanation made Clark's expression slightly awkward.

Is that so?

Clark's voice lowered.

He suddenly began to agree with Wonder Woman's words; Ian might really have the legendary Ian virus, which could pollute and corrupt the Kryptonians' way of thinking.

No one in the Justice League was surprised that Batman would collect Ian's blood, as well as the blood of others, not even Ian's father.

after all.

Even Ian, the invincible Father God with super wisdom, had his blood collected by Batman, a cunning villain. Gotham's monster truly has all sorts of bizarre methods.

"So the blood of the gods has this effect." Wonder Woman raised her eyebrows with interest, her gaze shifting between the two men, even suspecting that Batman had secretly imprisoned some gods for research.

Otherwise, it wouldn't explain why Bruce was able to choose Ian's blood as the material so quickly—no wonder the angels were cautious and wary of Batman.

Sending angels and gods to the experimental table—that's something Batman is capable of doing. Everyone present knows that Batman's secret laboratory might contain anything.

“Ian has not participated in any physical examinations since he started high school. What I was able to collect was his blood sample from when he was an ordinary person.”

"As for why it works, don't ask me." Batman suddenly pushed aside Superman who was blocking his way. As the two passed each other, he spoke meaningfully, his eyes meeting Clark's.

“Either ask Clark, or go to church and ask God.” With that, he strode toward the Batmobile and began a final scan of the entire city.

This is to ensure that no source of pollution is missed.

The Gotham sunset cast a long shadow over him. Just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Cyborg's somewhat helpless voice suddenly came through the communicator.

“Uh, guys, I think we have another problem.” His mechanical eyes were flashing with data streams, clearly linked to America’s public network.

Are there other instances of pollution elsewhere?

The Flash and Aquaman were immediately taken aback.

however.

“No, the problem I’m talking about is that Superman still needs to move those residents and houses back.” Cyborg’s tone became increasingly strange, and he replied with some difficulty, “According to my data collection, the disaster relief loans that America’s government provides to Gotham refugees are a very special kind of usury.”

"How special is it? Well, loan sharks are all commenting online that it's the highest-interest loan ever." He paused for a moment before explaining.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The members of the Justice League fell silent at that moment.

Only Cyborg was still checking information while reporting to the Justice League members, saying, "I think those bigwigs in Congress and the banks don't know what they're doing."

“Those are Gotham citizens. After being forced into loans, even the most honest Gotham citizens are now taking stock of their weapons inventory and buying up bullets in large quantities.”

The way Steel Bone "broadcast" is simply astonishing.

"Wait, what are those Gotham citizens planning to do?" Aquaman's pupils suddenly dilated. He wondered if he was finally about to witness the uprising that the land dwellers had been talking about.

"Well, I dare not comment, but Gotham citizens have already raided air force bases in other cities and successfully turned the base soldiers to take control of more than 30 F-35 fighter jets."

Steelbone's voice was hard to describe.

Hear this.

Wonder Woman nearly dropped the Lasso of Truth in her hand.

"What the hell is going on?!" She thought back to when she first arrived in Gotham, to those ruthless people who thought the end of the world had come and wanted to can their neighbors for storage.

"These guys were placed in other cities, like max-level criminals entering a newbie village. The surveillance footage showed that even a kind old lady could pull a rocket launcher out of her super-sized underwear."

Cyborg continued his report, his tone growing increasingly helpless. Everyone looked at the figure using the Batmobile, eager to know who the citizens of Gotham had purchased their weapons from.

"Don't ask me, go ask the damn Jokers."

Batman felt like he was being blamed, and sighed in exasperation. His emotional control was getting worse, and his voice was full of impatience.

Just now.

"Oh no!"

Cyborg's shocked voice rang out again.

"Those guys are actually researching the unlocking program for a nuclear bomb—they got their hands on a nuclear warhead!" Gotham really does produce talent; their talent is far superior to that of Metropolis.

Upon hearing this, Superman immediately transformed into a red and blue afterimage and soared into the sky.

The Flash followed closely behind. Their mission was clear—to move the citizens of Gotham and their property back to the land they were meant to live on.

of course.

The first thing to deal with is the insurgents in those air force bases.

Superman is in charge of high-altitude interception, preventing any F-35s from taking off; The Flash is in charge of ground operations, forcibly taking away citizens who are debating whether to bomb the Capitol or Wall Street with a nuclear bomb.

The most outrageous incident involved an elderly woman in her pajamas who modified a microwave oven into an electromagnetic pulse cannon, causing all electronic devices in half a block to malfunction.

Over the next few hours.

The other members of the Justice League also witnessed what the "Gotham-style homecoming wave" was like—while Superman carried an entire apartment building across the bay, the residents inside were still calmly indulging in food, drink, gambling, and prostitution.

His mental state is top-notch.

"What a bunch of terrorists!" The Flash flew the stolen fighter jet back to the air force base at the speed of light, while the old man from Gotham was still studying the operating manual in the pilot's seat. The most outrageous thing was that an old lady wearing a pearl necklace was still clinging tightly to a metal box labeled "radioactive material" when she was sent back to the ruins of her home.

"This is a souvenir! A souvenir from outside!" the old lady shouted at the Flash, who was trying to reason with her. "My grandson will need it when he goes to college!"

Her words left The Flash at a loss for words.

Batman is still the best.

He immediately handed the old lady a large pen case, displaying his volatile Batman-like demeanor. He snatched the old lady's metal case and then had the Flash take it away for proper disposal.

“Something’s wrong, Bruce.” Clark brought back the last batch of buildings and saw Batman’s condition. He frowned and gave him a warning.