American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 54 Bruce: You're the capitalist!

have to say.

Ian is really good at self-regulation.

He felt he had a deep understanding of Darwin's theory of survival. However, compared to the boy who had already accepted his fate, the other three people present were far less empathetic.

"you……"

Upon hearing Ian correct the TV host's statement, Bruce nearly lost his composure. He looked at Ian with a strange expression, unsure why he had suddenly become inexplicably wary.

"Snapped!"

Clark's slap on the forehead was loud and muffled, the sound of his steel forehead striking its own. Louise, meanwhile, silently returned to the kitchen, suppressing the urge to launch into a tirade, a comment she, as a talkative journalist, felt compelled to make.

Don't doubt it, it's really difficult.

So Louise poured herself a glass, then two, then three or four glasses of red wine, and downed them in one gulp. In her slightly tipsy state, she actually thought the nickname "Rose Superman" wasn't so bad after all.

He's definitely drunk.

“Ian and his family are on TV. I don’t think it’s a big deal, is it?” Clark remained wary of Bruce. After calming himself down, he picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Uh, we haven't gotten to my close-up yet." Ian was a little unsatisfied. After seeing his own image on the news, he understood a little better why Homelander loved the spotlight so much.

Clark ignored him.

He just stared at Bruce sitting across from him.

"I did some research after seeing this news, and I'm just here to satisfy my curiosity. Don't overthink it." Bruce's expression seemed very sincere.

Clark shook his head.

"Bruce, after knowing you for so many years, I've come to understand one thing: when it comes to anything involving you, I can never think of enough."

Clark's gaze was very deep.

Bruce chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing his lower lip. He didn't deny it. "Perhaps it's because your super brain isn't really functioning as it should?"

He even made a sarcastic remark.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Clark first frowned, then suddenly laughed for some reason.

“I may not be as smart as you, Bruce, but… I do have my moments of brilliance sometimes.” With that, the old father walked toward the stairs, leaving Bruce looking puzzled.

“Your father has a lot of prejudice against me.” Bruce watched Clark disappear into the second-floor corridor, then turned to Ian, looking utterly helpless.

“Mr. Wayne, please forgive my father for being quite old and not very adept at social etiquette. He is not like me, who is very skilled in social interactions.”

Ian began to offer emotional support.

He also took the opportunity to praise himself.

"Oh?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow at Ian with interest.

He squinted as if assessing something.

"Ian, what are your plans after you get your first payment?" Batman, disguised as a human, suddenly asked, a blatant probing question.

Ian stroked his chin, deep in thought; he didn't feel he needed to hide anything.

"I plan to start a technology company, integrate the current food delivery market, take huge cuts from merchants and delivery drivers, and then use all the profits to engage in legal usury."

Ian couldn't bear to take even the slightest detour.

He wanted to replicate someone else's path to success. To be honest, Ian wasn't worried that the wealthy man in front of him would steal his ideas, because in his human form, Master Wayne was still a decent person with principles.

"..."

This is not.

Bruce was stunned upon hearing this. He looked back and forth between Ian's face and Louise, who was leaning against the wall with a helpless expression, several times.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Only the sound of Louise gulping down her wine could be heard.

A moment later, Bruce slowly spoke.

“A very mature idea. You should be able to become a qualified capitalist.” In fact, Bruce thought Ian should be categorized as the kind of person who should be hanged from a street lamppost.

but.

He has a pretty high emotional intelligence.

“Yes, I’ll definitely be great. But the people of America deserve me too.” Ian wasn’t one for modesty; he preferred to be pragmatic most of the time.

"..."

Bruce fell silent for a long time again.

"If you need investment, you can contact me." After considering for a moment, he took out his personal business card from his clothes and politely handed it to the boy, Ian, with both hands.

This is clearly a privilege that most writers would not receive.

Bruce felt he should pay more attention to Ian.

“I actually have another idea…” Ian took the business card and was about to talk about his “The Boys” when Clark came down from upstairs.

The noise of people coming downstairs interrupted him.

Because Bruce's gaze was immediately drawn to Clark.

"Since you admire Ian's talent so much," Clark said, holding a few sheets of paper in his hand. Ian recognized them and tried to snatch them, but Clark nimbly dodged him.

“Then please publish this work as well, otherwise I will assume that you have ulterior motives for investing in it.” Clark slammed the papers in front of Bruce.

"No problem at all."

Bruce agreed without hesitation. It was just the publication of some books, and even with the development of various related IPs, it was just a drop in the ocean for the large and powerful Wayne Group.

"I will adapt Ian's work into both film and comics..." Bruce maintained a perfect smile as he elegantly picked up the manuscript, intending to showcase his "money power."

however.

Just a glance.

The Batman, whose wealth was invincible, suddenly stopped speaking.

There is no other reason.

Batman's tragic love story

Bruce immediately noticed Ian's manuscript, which only had a title at the beginning.

His expression and thoughts froze completely in that instant. Just seeing such an explosive book title had already set off alarm bells in the mind of Wayne Corporation's super-boss.

As it turned out, Bruce's intuition was spot on. After reading just a few lines on the first page, Bruce didn't dare to read any further. He was afraid he would lose control and hit the child.

Batman stood on the balcony of his luxurious villa, which had nine hundred floors, admiring the view while stroking his well-defined 24-pack abs.

[Not only that, his teeth can emit a rainbow of colors at night, bling bling, super cool, even the vintage wine he drinks can't hide the gleam of his teeth.]

[30 billion! Find her!]

Batman swirled his glass of red wine, savoring it. He felt as if he were back to last night, on the red carpet twenty kilometers away, when he first met that special woman.

To this day, he still remembers that woman's eerie "hehehe" laugh.

……

Even with Bruce's composure and shrewdness, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He was completely stiff.

Seeing the big boss's expression, Ian felt a little guilty. His storyline hadn't yet included that special woman; she was actually the Joker playing a role in order to defeat Batman.

therefore.

A somewhat unexciting opening is unlikely to attract truly discerning readers. Clearly, Wayne's expression shows his dissatisfaction with the bland plot.

It's worth noting that in this timeline, both Superman and Batman are at a stage where they have children. They have truly entered middle age.

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