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

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"Just like he told me when he was six!"

Jordan was terrified.

The boy's voice was really loud after he woke up, and it shook the whole house.

“That was just to scare you, to tell you a ghost story.” Ian tied several bags of ice to Madison’s forehead and stomach, and the ice was already melting and dripping when he walked out of the kitchen.

"That wicked Jordan, how dare he speculate about me so maliciously! Don't even think about borrowing money from me again." Ian only needed one sentence to bring Jordan back to his senses.

Jordan's roar came to an abrupt halt.

He thought of his nighttime companion, which was fried into a flower-shaped sausage, and the price of the new companion. Thus, the scales of justice and family affection in his heart silently tipped.

"What a careless little brother! How can you be without your older brother's help at a time like this? I'll go get you the chainsaw..." Jordan chose to be the thoughtful and good second brother.

This scene.

Barry Allen, who was tending to his wounds in the living room, was dumbfounded.

"Didn't anyone notice I was here? No, could you wait until I leave before discussing such a horrific topic?" He waved the bandage in his hand.

However, Jordan had already rushed out the door to the garage.

"What are you all arguing about so late at night?" Jonathan appeared at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He had a cross around his neck, prayer beads on his waist, and colorful amulets wrapped around his wrists. "Mom and Dad were called to work overtime because of Ian playing with the big airplane in the sky tonight."

Jonathan walked down the stairs and didn't see Jordan calling out, but he did see the girl Ian was carrying on his shoulders. He was drowsy, but his eyes immediately cleared.

"Where did you kidnap this little girl from?" Jonathan was shocked and rushed forward to check on her. He was relieved to find that Madison was still breathing.

Just when Barry the Flash, who seemed to be used as a background character and was quietly bandaging his wounds, thought he had finally seen a normal person in the Kent family.

“Ian…this is the girl you picked up on the street, right? I think it would be best to take her to the church. She wasn’t murdered; she’s definitely being haunted by a ghost.”

Jonathan suddenly started whispering to Ian, "The ghost is right here in our living room—yes, I can suddenly see ghosts."

He lowered his voice, trying to remain calm, and spoke with a trembling tone, while constantly giving Ian meaningful glances, gesturing for Ian to look in the direction of The Flash, Barry Allen.

Ian was a little confused.

Jonathan clearly misunderstood Ian's expression.

"Don't be afraid, your big brother is here. He bought a lot of holy water at the church." He pulled a bottle out of his pocket and, as if about to launch a sneak attack, turned around and threw it at Barry Allen.

"..."

Barry Allen caught the bottle Jonathan threw at him without even emitting the Speed ​​Force, a sight that utterly astonished Jonathan.

"Quick, Ian, Big Brother has burned out! Get him out of here!" Jonathan jumped onto Ian's other shoulder, urging him to unleash the super speed typical of Kryptonian families.

"..."

Ian didn't move.

He didn't actually know what was wrong with Jonathan, but he did know that the money Louise and Clark worked so hard to earn every day would very likely end up benefiting Dr. Hannibal.

“That’s how it is in our family, you’ll get used to it.” Ian smiled at Barry Allen. The half-naked Flash, covered in blood and wrapped in bandages, was indeed easy to misunderstand.

To be fair.

Perhaps Jonathan overreacted.

But does the Flash have no faults at all?

“I finally understand why Clark always said he wanted to go back to living in a small town,” Barry Allen murmured, feeling that the Kent family’s three children were indeed not suited to living in the city.

As for where to live.

No matter where it is.

Anyway, that place should be filled with electrotherapy equipment.

……

Perhaps they had already heard that The Flash was suffering.

A loud bang came from the living room.

Clark Kent burst into the house like a blue and red shooting star.

"Dad!"

Jonathan jumped off Ian's shoulder.

"I was just joking with them." He seemed to realize that he might have misjudged the situation, and looked slightly embarrassed, forcing a smile as he tried to save face.

“They’re not usually like this.” Clark thought of the boasts he’d made in the Justice League, and his embarrassment was no less than Jonathan’s.

"Ah."

How else can Barry Allen, the Flash, respond?

He could only nod slightly.

“They are actually very kind kids at heart,” Clark continued to defend his family, just as Jordan, returning from the garage, entered the living room.

"Ian, I've been thinking, you still shouldn't eat your classmates. How about we go out and catch a few bad guys for you to eat? I know there are a few really bad prostitutes in the next block..."

Before he could finish his attempt to comfort Ian, he noticed a magnificent man standing in the living room. Instantly, the boy, whose super hearing was sometimes sharp and sometimes not, felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

The sound stopped suddenly.

"It is none of my business."

Ian quickly distanced himself from his second brother.

"It has nothing to do with me."

Jonathan immediately started repeating what I said.

"..."

Jordan paused for a moment, then tried to turn and run, but Clark grabbed him and pulled him back. He, Ian, and Jonathan all sat side by side on the sofa in the living room.

Big boys, medium boys, and little boys sat in a row.

They've all become honest.

As for Madison—she's still on Ian's shoulder.

Clark didn't dare to touch her. He noticed the girl's unusual body temperature and realized that Ian's classmate was probably undergoing a change that touched on a blind spot in his knowledge.

What if this change can only be made on Ian's shoulders?

I haven't been exposed to much magical knowledge.

Clark also maintained sufficient caution.

“I think I heard about your situation.” Clark didn’t want to discipline his kid right now; he was more concerned about the conversation between Flash and Ian.

His gaze fell on The Flash's arm.

Barry Allen sat on the old corn-patterned sofa in the Kent family home, the bandages wrapped around his arm unable to block the blue light emanating from the scar beneath.

Looking at the wound through the bandages, Clark's expression was very solemn. He sensed a familiar feeling, very similar to situations he had encountered before.

"This kind of harm will slowly erode your life."

Clark still touched his arm with lingering fear. Only those who have experienced it can understand how powerless and desperate that kind of erosion can feel.

"How long can I live?"

Barry Allen also looked down at the irreparable wound.

Hear the words.

Clark looked at Ian.

"About seven days after infection?"

Ian cited information he had previously gleaned from experience.

"Why didn't you tell me that? Damn it, does that mean I'm going to die soon?" Barry was horrified; he had thought he would live for at least a few more months.

This stuff is even more toxic than cancer!

"I haven't confessed my feelings to Iris or proposed yet!" He emphasized this point, not only because he was genuinely unwilling to accept it, but also to subtly indicate to Ian that he might also be able to escape the category of a single dog.

“Could we try cutting out this piece of meat?” Ian suggested, a very reasonable assessment, while Barry was still weighing the pros and cons.

"I have a chainsaw here."

Jordan, a tough guy, didn't want to make a wasted trip to the garage.

"You want me to just saw off my hand?" Barry Allen's eyes widened, trembling slightly as he recalled Ian's outrageous actions earlier.

Does this family think that anyone can afford to lose a hand?

"Nice idea."

Ian nodded in agreement.

"Cut off whatever is uncomfortable, and we can always find a way to make it grow back. At least we're alive. Even if it doesn't grow back, it shouldn't affect Uncle Barry being the fastest man in the world."

His words silenced Barry Allen.

This is his dominant hand.

We still have to live our lives every day.

"I think my hand can still be saved. Sometimes my head hurts, and someone inside talks to me. You can't expect me to cut off my head along with it, can you?"

Barry Allen sighed, still wanting to opt for conservative treatment.

“That won’t do. The brain contains the body, so it can’t be cut off at all.” Ian suspected that Barry had a mental problem, otherwise how could he have no concept of what parts could be sacrificed and what parts could not be sacrificed?

"Actually, I have a suggestion."

At this time.

Jonathan, who was holding a Buddha statue in one hand and polishing a cross with the other, spoke up, "Why not convert to God, then your hands and your soul will both belong to God."

“God would never stand by and watch someone die. I’ve tried it, and it works great. There really is a God in our world.” He felt that he was truly offering solutions based on practical experience.

however.

Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

The others didn't take it too seriously.