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

Barry frowned warily, the Speed ​​Force trembling slightly in his veins. The next moment, a figure in a Reverse-Flash uniform appeared in front of the control panel.

The other person's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Reverse Lightning!"

Barry instinctively took a half step back. Then, the isolation pod door slid open with a "whoosh," and the yellow-clad speedster looked up, a familiar cold laugh coming from beneath his scarlet mask.

"Run, Flash!"

The sound of Reverse Lightning carried an unusual sense of urgency.

Before he could finish speaking, the yellow lightning bolt had already vanished into the corridor outside. Barry barely had time to think; the Speed ​​Force instinctively surged through every part of his body.

Search~

The Flash also transformed into a bolt of lightning and gave chase.

Pass through three security gates.

The two people chasing each other appeared on the ground.

Reverse-Flash stopped in front of the chaotic street, while The Flash was stunned by the anomaly in the sky. On the previously gray Gotham sky, a huge door was floating like a mirage.

"Did you do this?" Barry's voice trembled with anger.

He suddenly swung his fist.

Extremely fast.

However, Reverse-Flash easily dodged to the side and sent Barry flying with a backhand elbow strike—his speed had increased so much that the Flash found himself unable to even catch him in his Speed ​​Force activated state.

"This is the mess you made! To get faster!" Barry was repeatedly knocked down, got up, and knocked down again, his red uniform leaving long marks on the concrete floor.

He was determined to fight back.

however.

The yellow boots were already stepping on his chest.

“It has nothing to do with me, and this isn’t history I’m familiar with. Louise should have died last night.” Reverse-Flash looked up at the sky.

His extraordinary electronic music was accompanied by an unusually solemn tone.

Barry struggled to get up, but the boot on his chest felt like it held a thousand pounds of weight. He could sense that Reverse Flash was in a state of utter confusion, as bewildered as a lighthouse in a storm.

“Louise is doing just fine! The world will be just as good without you! Why can’t you stay in your own time and space?” Barry demanded angrily.

These words were like flipping a switch. Reverse-Flash suddenly erupted in rage, the energy in his crimson eyes almost bursting forth. He bent down, grabbed Barry by the collar, and pulled him up.

"You think I didn't want to?! You should have learned how to travel through time long ago! But you just didn't!" Reverse-Flash's voice was furious, and his face was extremely distorted due to the shaking.

Barry was stunned by the sudden outburst. In his memory, Reverse-Flash was always calm, sarcastic, and composed. This out-of-control enemy felt like a stranger. But something even stranger happened. Reverse-Flash's anger came and went quickly; he released his grip and even straightened Barry's disheveled collar.

“Of course.” His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “Based on my recent findings, it’s perhaps not your fault; there must be some other factors influencing you.”

Barry stared blankly as his nemesis shifted from rage to calm so quickly it was as if two personalities were switching.

He also planned to ask questions.

"Go find Batman."

Reverse Lightning took two steps back.

The lightning bolt patterns on the yellow uniform began to glow.

"Wait!" Barry reached out to grab him. "What do you know—"

The yellow lightning had disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a fading afterimage and a sentence drifting in the wind: "This time, we are actually on the same side."

On the chaotic streets.

Barry still couldn't process what had happened.

He always does.

The Speed ​​Force brain isn't as useful as the Super Brain.

"Are Reverse Lightning panicking?" This was the only thing Barry realized; the pain in his chest reminded him that what had just happened was not an illusion. He looked up at the increasingly clear Gates of Heaven.

"Whatever happened, Bruce definitely knows." Barry Allen muttered to himself as he was about to start running when he saw a figure slowly descending.

Yes.

Superman. Clark Kent descended from the sky, and the moment his red boots touched the ground, the entire street trembled. The Penguin gang and Two-Face's henchmen, who were fighting each other, stopped simultaneously.

Like a slapstick comedian whose performance has been paused.

Bruce is not at his estate.

Superman got straight to the point.

He ignored the villains who were quietly slipping away, just as he had let Reverse-Flash leave earlier. At this moment, only the ever-clearing Gate of Heaven seemed to him the most pressing crisis that needed to be addressed.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Barry was quite surprised. He had indeed been looking for someone at the manor, but he hadn't expected Clark to appear so coincidentally.

"I can hear."

Superman answered calmly.

Hear the words.

Barry's expression changed from astonishment to horror.

"Can super hearing really hear a person's thoughts? Is that even scientifically possible?"

He was deeply shocked.

Superman offered no explanation; his gaze remained fixed on the sky.

“We have to solve this problem.” Clark’s voice was unusually solemn. There was no other way; he had actually seen angels and knew how invincible they were.

"If Bruce isn't home, where is he?" Barry followed Superman's gaze and looked up, but could only see the twisted door and couldn't clearly see what was in front of it.

"He's in heaven."

Superman's eyes reflected a scene unseen by ordinary people—tens of thousands of meters in the air, Bruce, who appeared out of nowhere, was driving a special Batmobile and crashing into the gates of Heaven.

to be frank.

Clark didn't know how Batman got there.

He just knows.

My old friend, who desperately wanted to break his neck, seemed to have gone mad.

It turns out they were trying to work closely with Ian.

Let's rush into heaven together.

Chapter 140 The Clown! The Angel! Ian!

The gates of heaven floated slowly in the clouds.

It is becoming clearer and clearer.

It felt as if they were about to fall into the real world at any moment. Thick black mist seeped from the filthy door frame, and Superman could clearly see his youngest son gasping for air in the mist.

Then, as if he were nauseous, he vomited it all out—as for Batman, he was driving the strangely shaped Batmobile, which looked like it had angel wings, crashing into the door.

He looked even crazier than Ian, who tried to pry open the gates of Heaven with his bare hands. Superman didn't know how to comment on it either, and his gaze turned to the "stars" surrounding the gates of Heaven.

In his eyes.

The "stars" surrounding the door were becoming clearer and clearer—each one was a curled-up angel, their decaying wings covering their bodies.

Like some kind of terrifying cocoon. They were almost all suspended at the boundary between reality and heaven, like stars infected by some unknown virus, shimmering with a morbid light in the darkness.

“I think this shouldn’t just be a dirty disease.”

Clark frowned, his eyes filled with unease and doubt.

Those angels were weak and confused, as if they had let down all their defenses. He could even hear their inner voices, which were filled with pain and despair.

Superman didn't dare listen any longer.

He was afraid that he would also be affected by this emotion.

While Superman was still pondering how to deal with these fallen angels...

"Clark! What's wrong with your hearing?"

Wonder Woman's voice came from behind.

She strode over, pulling on the lasso of truth, the other end of which was bound to seven or eight dancing criminals who were chanting a bizarre hymn praising the Emperor of All Laws.

These are all criminals that Wonder Woman apprehended after arriving in Gotham.

The criminals in Gotham are far more evil than those in New York. While ordinary criminals in New York only want to hoard food from their neighbors, these doomsday revelers are clearly more pragmatic.

They wanted to gather their neighbors together as food.

Absolutely explosive.

"Diana, you've come."

Barry Allen, the Flash, nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I knew something was off. It's one thing to disregard science, but at least make some sense! How can ears read minds?"

His tone was filled with the same disbelief as Wonder Woman's. It wasn't so much that he felt his privacy had been violated, but rather that he felt this ability went beyond the realm of cheating.

Everyone knows that Kryptonians use cheats.

However, when cheating reaches an unreasonable level, it can be quite frustrating.

"Perhaps the voice of the heart is also a voice?" Aquaman Arthur's voice suddenly rang out, and Wonder Woman and Diana immediately looked towards the distance, where Aquaman Arthur was driving a water truck to the group.

The water truck was completely full of water, showing that Aquaman Arthur had indeed developed a fear of insufficient firepower after being knocked out last time he went out.

of course.

It's also possible that he was worried about getting injured and being put back into the fish tank, so he prepared a saltwater fish tank to prevent someone from putting him in the tank and pouring a lethal amount of salt into it.

"Is the voice of the heart also a voice?"

This statement left both Wonder Woman and The Flash speechless.

In this regard.