Seeing that Lord Gotham was asking a question.
Ian instinctively reached for the phone and chewed it up. Teeth are humanity's most
primitive and powerful built‑in weapon, and even if they break, it has no effect on him, who
has self‑healing abilities—for Ian, breaking a few teeth every now and then can save his
family money on dentist fees for taking him to the dentist for cavities during puberty.
"I advise you not to do this."
The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and hoarse, "I put a small bomb in
this phone. If it's squeezed too hard, it will explode in your mouth and smell like poop."
As soon as these words came out.
Ian's actions came to an abrupt halt.
"The smell of poop!?"
The boy's eyes were filled with shock.
It's clear he's genuinely scared.
"Want to take a gamble? Maybe I'll add the fragrance of heather?" The genuine
Batman's calm voice sounded like a devil to the boy's ears.
It doesn't matter if it's a photinia flower.
But the fragrance of photinia flowers...
Ian really couldn't bring himself to kiss her.
Even the Cosmopolitan God of Gamblers has moments when hesitant to place bets—it
just goes to show that Batman truly lives up to his name. Ian felt as lost as the villains of
Gotham City at that moment.
"Actually, the signal here isn't very good... Wait for me, wait for me to go somewhere
else." Ian forced himself to pretend he couldn't hear, but Batman on the other end of the
phone seemed to have already anticipated his little trick.
"The communication satellite is right above you, and you're standing where the signal
is best on Earth." It has to be said, Batman is definitely not as easy to deal with as Bruce
Wayne.
"If you're going to say that you're the Metropolitan Batman and have nothing to do
with the Gotham Batman, I want to tell you in advance all the possible combinations of
titles and homophones you can think of."
"The copyrights to them all belong to me."
He really... Ian really wanted to cry. How could it be that only twenty or thirty hours
had passed since their last meeting, yet he suddenly felt like he was being completely
manipulated?
"I actually have a hero's dream too. To be honest... I admired Batman even before I
was born, and that's why I was bewitched and controlled by the devil."
Fortunately, Ian also has the habit of making backup plans.
"demon?"
A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone, as if someone had heard
something amusing. Just then, Ian quickly hopped back from the edge of the building to
the roof, where the reporters couldn't take pictures.
"The devil is here, can you see him? Does this phone have a pornographic camera that
spyes on minors?" Ian lifted his cloak and pointed the phone's front camera at his
buttocks, which had been covered by the cloak.
I saw.
A bull's head with its mouth gagged was hanging behind Ian's butt, and the bull's head
was covered in thick clown makeup, as if to prove that the boy also had his own clown.
How can this not be proof that Ian is also Batman?
"..."
Perhaps Batman really is using this phone camera to spy on people.
He fell into a long silence.
It was really silent.
Ian could only hear heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.
"Batman is a spirit. Inherit the Bat spirit, starting with me, starting from a young age...
You can be Batman, I can be Batman, everyone can be Batman! There has never been a
Batman in this world, or rather, everyone is Batman!" The silence in the air made Ian feel
awkward, so he chose to launch into a round of flattery.
however.
On the other end of the phone.
Batman's breathing became heavier.
After a while.
"If that's the case, I think the world is doomed." Batman's emotions remained
remarkably calm as he spoke, only offering a somber critique of Ian's flattery. He no longer
wanted to discuss the Batman/Batman issue; the bull‑headed costume had nearly made
him lose control of his blood pressure.
"Suppose, and I'm just saying suppose, let me put it another way, that Green Arrow
appeared to me in a dream and told me to do this, would you be willing to pretend to
believe me and then go and fight with Green Arrow, no, fight with chicken?"
Ian still wanted to try to be a good arguing child.
Surprisingly, Batman seems to have no intention of pursuing the responsibility of this
imposter.
"With great power comes great responsibility—for that reason alone, I'll save your
life. Get in the car." He offered this advice to Ian with a slightly wistful tone. "Save my
life?"
Ian was still in a daze.
"Your father will arrive at your location in three minutes⋯ and I have done my best."
Batman's voice was very calm, but Ian's face flushed slightly in an instant.
"Damn it! You're just trying your best to stall me!"
He was furious.
I was a little flustered.
After looking around, he didn't choose to ride the Batmobile. He still didn't dare to
gamble with Batman's magnanimity, so he chose to dash off and jump off the building on
the spot.
To everyone's astonishment, Ian went into freefall.
"Ah! Where's his grappling hook?"
"Oh my god! Batman jumped off a building!"
"Take a picture! 'The Death of Batman'! It's going to be headline news!"
⋯⋯
Reporters were in a panic, their cameras frantically focused on the falling figure.
However, the expected tragedy did not occur—the black figure simply lay motionless on
the spot for about ten seconds after landing.
Just as the reporters hesitated whether to approach and take a rare photo of Batman
lying flat on his back, the black figure on the ground suddenly crawled forward on all fours.
Shock!
Unbelievable!
The hearts of a group of metropolitan residents seemed to have been brutally
attacked.
After a while.
Finally, a wise journalist realized something.
"Is this where the title 'Batman' comes from? Most bats crawl in such a distorted way
after landing!" This reporter's insight led other members of the crowd and reporters to
their own realization.
Reasonable.
Everyone thought it made sense.
The flashbulbs went off again, and in the live television footage, the black figure first
crawled along the ground like a bat for more than ten meters, then suddenly stood up and
ran away into the distance at an astonishing speed.
Many viewers must have seen this scene during the live stream.
They understood too.
"This is the real Batman!"
All recognition and praise arise from understanding.
She got it.
He got it.
They all understood.
Ian's job change quest also happened to coincide with this opportunity, and by
chance, it was completed unexpectedly.
[Ding! Job change quest completed!]
[New Class: Savage Tyrant has been added!]
[Gained the innate skill ‑ Perfect Divinity!]
Having successfully completed the job change quest, which should have been a cause
for celebration, Ian was far from happy. He didn't even have time to check out his newly
acquired abilities.
There is no other reason.
Reporters were already exclaiming in surprise that Superman had appeared.
What they saw was Superman flying in the sky.
Only Ian knew that it was his father chasing after him