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

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I don't know if they're trying to cover it up.

Ian always felt that there was still a little bit of Tony's personal agenda mixed in with this world.

"It wouldn't be fair if I didn't get a new job called 'Marvel's Babysitter,' would it?"

Ian roughly understood what Tony meant: to help all the heroes get back on track, and perhaps this was his new way of acquiring the professions inherent in those heroes.

He didn't need to think about how Tony had calculated that.

Tony the God of Multitasking.

Of course, it possesses wisdom that is even more advanced than super intelligence.

"Seriously? You guys are really discussing creation?" Gwen was finally able to speak again as Ian released her grip, her face showing a look of utter horror, as if she had seen a ghost.

Ian ignored Gwen.

He looked at the time.

Some were anxious to ask Tony in the video why he chose them. But the video was already ending, and Digital Tony gave Ian an apologetic look.

“Listen, this is how the world should be—sunshine, coffee, damn traffic jams, annoying reporters…and even all the crap we’re always complaining about.”

"It shouldn't be ruins, it shouldn't be the end of the world. So... together we rewrote its ending."

“I have done everything I can. I’m sorry, but I’m too far from home and there’s no way I can get back, so I can’t help you anymore.”

Tony, looking slightly melancholy, lowered his head.

"This was destined from the beginning, and it's an ending I've already accepted. After all, if someone has to sacrifice, it's best if it's me—so that no one else can mess it up."

"It's dawn, the world is still turning, that's enough."

His image began to gradually blur.

The image eventually disappeared.

It finally came to an end.

"that's not me."

Holographic Tony opened his mouth.

"We all know he's not you; he's a million times more handsome than you."

Ian responded with mixed feelings.

Hear the words.

Holographic Tony did not deny it.

He simply stared straight at Ian, his eyes swirling with data.

“However, I will also provide you with all the help I can. This is Howard’s highest instruction to me—his subsequent upgrades to me are all in preparation for the arrival of the recipient of this video,” Holographic Tony said, which also explained why he had covered for Ian earlier.

It's not because of the legacy of Digital Tony.

It's not because of Howard Stark, but because of this man.

"Ok?"

Ian looked at the unfamiliar Tony, his eyes flickering slightly. He couldn't fathom the myriad-knowing Tony, but he felt he could make some inferences about Howard.

Why would Howard give such instructions to this holographic Tony?

behind.

There must be a deeper meaning!

As for its deeper meaning... well, I'll have to think about it some more. Ian thinks that's the perfect time for him to suddenly realize it.

"Then I have a favor to ask."

To be honest, Ian still had many questions in his mind, but he looked at the clock and realized that there was only one minute left before he returned to the DC Universe.

"I need technology, lots of technology, and... some kind of cutting-edge technology that's already in use." This was Ian's demand, and the new Tony teacher was no different from the old Tony teacher.

All requests are answered.

And it's incredibly fast.

When the bells of return to ring.

Ian woke up from his sleep.

He returned home with a full load of goods.

Where are they?!

When Gwen saw Ian disappear from the spot, her brain went blank for a moment. She felt countless memories flooding back, and she clutched her head in pain and squatted down on the ground again.

"Ian said he left you some money for your return trip."

Holographic Tony controlled the robotic arm in his office and handed Gwen fifty-six dollars.

"I……"

Gwen took a few deep breaths, didn't take it, and stumbled towards the elevator. Long after she left, tiny golden sparks appeared in the office air.

"Sorry, I took a shower and dressed up... wait, where are you? I think I located you correctly." The completely transformed Doctor Strange arrived late.

……

The night outside the window was as dark as spilled ink, with only a few stars struggling to peek out faintly.

"Tonight was terrifying."

Ian turned on the desk lamp. He had a lot of information to process today, and some questions remained unresolved. However, he could still enter the Marvel universe tomorrow night.

“Now, let me see the new Tony’s high-tech tricks.” Ian first made a call using his old phone, and sure enough, the man would intermittently block him at night.

before.

Ian could only be furious.

But things are different now.

He took out his new phone.

of course.

The old phone wasn't recycled; instead, it was linked to the new one. Regardless of which hairdresser Tony used, the technology worked perfectly, and Ian successfully dialed the number that had blocked him.

"What's going on with you? How did you manage to hack into my phone?" The other party seemed to be hitting someone, with a villain yelling and panting in a deep voice.

“Don’t underestimate the family’s heritage, Batman…” Ian also lowered his voice, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party in a voice that was many times deeper.

"speak English."

Batman's tone carried a warning.

"Well, actually it's because I also used my external brain... I wanted to see which one was better, my dad's or my external brain."

Ian behaved himself.

At least he believed that he had given an honest answer.

"????"

Batman on the other end fell silent.

The only difference was that the beating seemed to be done with even more force.

The villains in Gotham City have very fierce screams.

Very recognizable.

After all, villains in ordinary cities don't train much, and their wailing is definitely not this long and drawn out—so much so that Ian couldn't stand it and pulled the phone away from his ear by more than half a meter.

He gave a look of disgust.

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The night in Gotham is always so deep.

Batman is the city's eternal symbol. On the other end of the phone, Ian frowned as he listened to the howls of the Gotham monsters and whispered to Batman.

"Is this what Gotham father-son time is like... You Gotham people are really strange." His exceptional hearing had already detected the oddity in the chaotic background noise on the other end of the phone.

This may also be related to the excellent sound quality of the phone Batman gave him.

"Hmm?" Batman didn't stop, but his voice still came through the phone, "With this help you've received, can you still monitor me through your phone?"

What a suspicious Gotham weirdo.

Ian heard the sound of Batman disassembling the phone to inspect it.

"I'm simply using my super hearing to distinguish things. Even though I don't hit people often, I can tell the difference between hitting someone with two hands and hitting someone with four hands."

Ian believed that Batman wouldn't suddenly grow four arms overnight. After all, Batman isn't a Pokémon; he wouldn't evolve into Gotham's Mighty just by drinking a few more mouthfuls of Gotham's poisonous water.

"..."

There was no response on the other end of the phone, only the sounds of more intense fighting. Ian could even imagine Batman striking without mercy, while the children beside him imitated him.

The most authentic gangster culture in Gotham might start from childhood.

"There aren't many people who can help you, but I'll find out who it is." Batman seemed to be taking a break from fighting, and he made a "guarantee" to Ian in a deep voice while holding the phone.

"I don't think you'll find it."

Ian is honest.

But Batman has never really liked his honesty.

"We'll wait and see."

After Batman finished speaking confidently, he immediately hung up the phone with Ian—only to find that he couldn't hang up, and he fell into a deep silence again.

This is how people who use technology too much breathe.

Ian wasn't surprised.

Batman seems to only be able to vent his anger on the villains who think the "game" is over.

We still don't know who this poor villain is.