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

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His fingers tapped on a black box.

"??????"

Diana's face showed even more questions.

She didn't care about the laptop.

Instead, they were quite shocked by the Batcave where "Batman" was located.

"Damn it, you not only stole my phone, but you also infiltrated Bruce's lair?" Diana was dumbfounded. She remembered that Ian had always been concerned about digging up and opening treasure chests.

That audacious fellow.

They might actually dare to sneak into Bruce's house and "open the treasure chest".

"Heh, Batman can call whoever he wants—don't ask why, because I'm Batman, so of course I should stay in my Batcave and spy on the world from the shadows."

"What else did you think? I'm not going to sleep in the cat's bed, am I?"

The original Batman felt his sneer wasn't cold enough, so he raised the black box in his hand and played a clip of the original sneer. Diana was completely at a loss for words when she saw this.

She discovered that the other party not only had a problem with her, but also seemed to have a lot of problems with Batman, apparently because Bruce had delayed publishing the boy's work for a long time.

"I apologize! Isn't an apology enough? I shouldn't have tied you up with the rope..."

Diana's expression changed for a long time.

In the end, she opted for a lightning-fast knee slide. Her main concern was that another Wonder Woman might appear in Metropolis tomorrow; who knew what other things this boy wouldn't dare to do?

"The one you've tied up is poor Ian, not me. I'm still Batman..." The real Batman remembers the mistakes he made in the past, and he will never let his guard down.

"So, should I write him an apology letter?" Diana knew what she had to do. She gritted her teeth, but she could only play along with his act.

"Actually, he doesn't care about that, but if you insist on writing, I've already sent you his email address... Ian is a sensitive kid, he wants to see essays of at least five thousand words, and they have to be plagiarized with a plagiarism rate of no more than one percent." The original Batman's voice, tinged with a reminder, had barely finished speaking.

Diana's phone then received a text message from a mysterious number.

Yes.

The phone did not display any numbers.

All that's left is the phrase "mystery number".

Even the email address only had the alphabetical order of "[Mysterious Email]".

Diana is now very certain.

Batman Bruce Wayne must have been infiltrated; otherwise, she wouldn't know how to explain the methods the attacker possessed. This was no simple hacking act.

"..."

Diana felt that the thing she regretted most in her life was not the choice she made back then, but that she shouldn't have suggested helping Clark catch Ian just a few hours earlier.

It wasn't just that he was kicked hundreds of times.

He even got entangled with this strange thing from the Kent family!

How can someone hold such a grudge!

"After writing the apology letter, there will be no more conflict between us... I mean, between Ian and me, right?" Diana suppressed her emotions and asked in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"Based on my Batman speculation, Ian doesn't really care about these things. He cares more about whether you continue to fight for justice in your city after you go back tonight."

The official Batman also spoke in a serious tone.

The look in his eyes seemed somewhat expectant.

"What do you mean?"

Diana felt somewhat bewildered.

She didn't think Ian was overseeing her superhero career at all.

This guy.

There must be something fishy going on behind the scenes.

"Um, how should I tell you?"

"It's Ian, right? He made a small attempt. Whether this attempt deserves his recognition depends on your lasso and whether you can perform well in your subsequent vigilante career."

"If he performs well enough, he'll admit that one of his works ended up in your hands." The original Batman's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"??????"

Diana became increasingly confused.

She was about to ask another question.

The "Batman" on the other end of the phone suddenly started looking around.

"What are you doing hiding in the temporary public toilet?" A sudden voice came from the background, followed by a shake of the communication screen, as if someone had "clipped" into the scene of the bat cave.

"Holy crap! Is this background created using green screen effects?"

Diana's eyes widened.

She saw Clark's figure appear at the edge of the screen, while Batman frantically tried to turn off the display. In the end, all she heard was Clark asking Batman what he was doing.

"I'll do whatever Jordan wants to do!"

In order to conceal the truth.

The boy had clearly given it his all.

Communications ceased abruptly.

Diana stared blankly at the completely black screen.

Her chest heaved violently.

"Snapped!"

Diana stared at the laptop, and without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and smashed the laptop open. Sure enough, it was filled with sophisticated surveillance equipment.

Just like that Kent boy said.

however.

In fact, this laptop is not a product of Wayne Enterprises at all.

"I knew the shop assistants near my house were all weird! Those damn rich people!" Diana sat on the sofa, gritting her teeth, momentarily unable to tell whether she was angrier at Ian or Bruce.

"No, something's not right. That guy impersonating Batman called me, it couldn't have been out of boredom. Maybe... his real purpose was to indirectly ask about the Lasso of Truth?"

Recalling the phone call just now.

Her expression gradually became one of surprise and uncertainty.

"He tampered with my equipment!"

The thought made Diana freeze. She hurriedly took out the Lasso of Truth and examined it carefully. The golden rope looked perfectly normal, but her unease grew stronger.

"No way, the Lasso of Truth is the work of the gods, how could it be so easily tampered with?" Despite Diana's desire to deny the terrifying suspicion in her heart.

however.

She couldn't help but think about Ian's performance tonight, and that high divine power that, while not overwhelming, was terrifyingly powerful—who knows what other strange tricks that thing had up its sleeve!

"All I want to do tonight is get a good night's sleep!" Feeling increasingly uneasy, Diana looked at the tortoise shell on her body and the superheroine outfit she had taken off and put in the closet.

"..."

five minutes later.

Diana, who had finished washing up, still couldn't calm her heart. She transformed back into Wonder Woman and rushed out of her window into the city at night like a golden whirlwind.

This is New York.

America is one of the most famous cities. Amidst towering buildings and flashing neon lights, the streets are sparsely populated, and the air is filled with the smell of dampness mixed with gasoline.

After changing into her armor, Diana did not choose to fly directly to Metropolis to settle scores with Ian.

To avoid getting herself into more of the same troubles that plague the metropolis, she made the wise decision to simply go out and do what Ian wanted her to do.

only.

The city is unusually quiet tonight.

The sirens were barely audible, and even the petty thugs on the streets seemed to have agreed to give the police a day off. It was a good night, and while Wonder Woman was relieved, she also felt a bit lost.

She searched everywhere.

at last.

Just as she finished testing her other equipment and was about to find a prison to test the Lasso of Truth with the inmates, her ear caught a faint but clear sound.

Metal scratches, glass shattering.

This is a trivial crime.

A drunken, burly man is engaging in comical behavior.

"Give me the money! Spit it all back!" the drunkard slurred, the knife scraping against the ATM with a screeching sound. "I know you... you definitely have a lot of money hidden in your secret place!"

The drunkard had his own rationale, and there was nothing wrong with his fierce threats. However, this behavior made it difficult to determine whether he was committing a crime.

Someone would actually carry a fruit knife.

An attempt to rob a real ATM with a body of steel? It's not a big deal, and the police will handle it quickly. Normally, Wonder Woman wouldn't pay too much attention to these alcoholics.

Unfortunately, tonight was too calm and peaceful.

Diana had no choice but to make do and let the police check the cases first.

"Sir, I do not recommend that you do such a thing."

She fell from the sky.

They behaved very politely.

The golden combat boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the concrete.

"Screw you! You immigrant! Don't bother me while I'm robbing!"

This guy looks like a xenophobic redneck. Hearing the dissuasion behind him, the drunkard turned around and began slashing repeatedly, the blade striking Diana's breastplate hard.

"Crack!"