Outside, the night rain beat against the window.
Ian wanted to enjoy a moment of peace, but his pleasant evening was disrupted by Batman. The rude Gotham weirdo left two wet footprints on the floor after entering the room.
"It's not stripping bare, it's salvaging gear," Ian responded to Batman's previous question. After intelligently defeating Savitar, he had indeed cleaned up the battlefield.
He remembered saving the Flash just before entering Marvel.
"Why is the girl who likes to hang out with you under your bed?" Batman's goggles penetrated the bedsheets, scanning not just the scattered pieces of future technology under the big bed.
He also saw Madison.
It was clear that in Batman's intelligence file on the Kent family, Ian's social network was also known to the old man, so he didn't suspect Ian was committing a crime.
"Witch awakening?"
Batman even provided his own answer.
"You're so smart."
Ian put down the half-broken phone he had just pulled out. He had initially been preparing to find a lawyer to sue Bruce Wayne for defamation, but it seemed the rich master from Gotham wasn't planning on giving him the chance to get paid.
"..."
Batman stared at the half-broken phone in Ian's hand. He didn't know what the phone had gone through, but the information displayed on his goggles told him what Ian had just been using the phone for.
"Put away your nasty thoughts and stop constantly thinking about how to mess with me... and my son." Batman pulled out a file bag from his cloak and tossed it to Ian.
It was a trust agreement.
And it bore Superman's father's signature.
It stated that forty percent of the shares in a food delivery company invested in by Wayne Enterprises would be inherited by Ian upon adulthood, while Wayne Enterprises held the remaining sixty percent.
The Gotham master didn't seem to intend to list the company. Seeing the agreement, Ian was first startled, then pulled out a magnifying glass and inspected the agreement carefully.
Next, he performed an invisible potion test, a sandwich layer test, and magnified the punctuation marks to check for hidden words—he even checked the agreement for any traces of magic.
The full set of inspections was thorough and meticulous.
The more he knew, the more he would revere. After being an Evil God Master, Ian knew that an Evil God was just another form of a capitalist, and the man in front of him was the most formidable capitalist from the dark city of Gotham.
Batman was not without the potential of an Evil God.
"????????"
Batman stood there watching for a long time, his muscles twitching beneath the partially obscured mask. Fortunately, Ian finally finished all his testing methods at that moment.
"Hiss, so the villain was me all along—I really deserve to be captured by a villain and tortured tens of thousands of times every day. Preferably, each time should result in terrifying physical disfigurement." Ian sometimes possessed the character to admit his mistakes. His frantic 'self-cursing' made even Batman think his words were excessive.
"That's not necessary. You just need to know that you are indeed a scoundrel." Batman quietly offered a reminder, then walked to Ian's bedside and leaned down to look under the bed.
"Yes, I've always understood that." Ian looked at Batman squatting with his back to him, tightly clutching the file bag, and restrained his urge to kick Batman under the bed.
To be honest, this was by no means an easy task. After all, when faced with a curvy butt, Ian's leg always had a mind of its own, and he felt no one could resist kicking a king-level butt that was on the floor and facing him.
"Although you're a scoundrel, I can tell you're quite loyal and principled."
Batman was lying by the bed. He directly moved the girl, Madison, who was clutching a cardboard sign. The cardboard had [No Entry, Death] written on it, along with a three-thousand-word threat to Death.
Then, the old man dragged out a large pile of Savitar armor parts from under the bed.
"If you're going to compliment me, why don't you do it more often?" Ian moved closer, watching as Batman pulled out an instrument and began scanning the pile of Savitar remnants.
A blue light continuously analyzed something.
Ian couldn't quite understand the data on the instrument.
"Don't get so close."
Batman always felt a sense of danger that Ian was about to ambush him. He warned the boy while scanning Savitar's armor. However, Ian was completely unconcerned by this.
He was a day older and much more understanding.
"Then I'll move closer when you disguise yourself as Uncle Bruce." Ian moved back, speaking with emotion, "Actually, I've wanted to speak my heart for many days now. No wonder I feel a genuine sense of closeness whenever I see Uncle Bruce. I think Uncle Bruce's money must have held me when I was little."
He still tightly hugged the file bag.
He was genuinely telling the truth.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Batman's hand holding the scanning equipment truly had to weigh the pros and cons in his heart for a long time before he didn't clench it into a fist—he just secretly clenched his other free hand.
"Tell me what happened after the Flash fell unconscious." Batman might have already learned some things from Barry Allen, but he still wanted some supplementary information.
"That's a long story."
Ian sat cross-legged on his chair. His mother had taken the orange cat to the company, and the cat didn't like to come upstairs anyway, so he could only grab the demon's head and started stroking it.
This sight made Batman feel his sanity drop crazily.
"I'd like you to keep it short."
Batman was rummaging through various components.
"Fine, then this is a short story..." The rain outside the window grew louder. Ian, stroking the bull's head, recounted how Savitar had ambushed him using the Flash after he had said goodbye to the reporter.
He didn't add much dramatization.
He knew the matter concerned the Flash's safety and the invasion from another universe.
"You're saying Savitar tried to ambush you, but you used your intelligence to lead him toward an unconquerable entity, but you can't tell me who this entity is?"
Batman summarized the information Ian had revealed.
His eyes flickered.
"Uncle Batman, I'm protecting you... and my future money." Ian didn't want to disclose anything about Lucifer. He knew exactly how strong Batman's curiosity was.
There weren't many major figures who dared to kill Batman.
Lucifer was definitely in that small group.
Ian had good intentions.
However,
"Los Angeles, Lux bar—Barry already told me where you tricked Savitar into going. What I want to know is why the bar owner named Lucifer came to the human world."
"And, why you're still alive after he came looking for you."
Batman had long since used the information Barry Allen had gathered before falling unconscious to look up Lucifer's identity. The Lord of Hell hadn't hidden anything about his activities on Earth.
"He thinks I'm arrogant enough to serve as a scapegoat for him in the future." Ian didn't think he had an arrogant personality. He had analyzed this information from the words of the female bartender.
"You sold your soul to him?"
Batman looked up, his eyes under the goggles fixed on Ian.
"That's your prejudice. Actually, Lucifer has a great temper, and he doesn't like harvesting souls." Ian, who had been misunderstood in the Marvel world, defended Lucifer a little.
Batman gave him a long, hard look.
"You are indeed arrogant enough."
The old man lowered his head, slowly picking out a pair of underwear from the pile of gear. It was obviously also stripped from Savitar, along with a pile of what seemed to be all the fabric Savitar had been wearing.
"You stripped this thing too?"
Batman looked at Ian with a very strange expression.
"I put a plastic bag over it! Don't you dare tear the plastic bag! Savitar is from the future. I need someone to research if these are high-tech underwear."
"You know, I know a few scientist friends." Ian's answer was not without reason. Upon hearing this, Batman scanned Savitar's underwear with his instrument.
"They're just ordinary underwear."
He made his judgment.
"However, there might be biological information on them. I can take them back to study. Maybe I can find out why Savitar needs Barry to be corrupted by that strange energy."
"Barry said Savitar is his future self."
With that, Batman collected Savitar's underwear.
There was clearly a reason he was on Ian's must-kill list.
Some of his actions truly left much to the imagination.
"I have the body too. Maybe it's still warm?" Ian raised a finger and pointed outside the window. He had put Savitar's corpse in the trunk when he returned.
This was beyond Batman's prediction.
"I thought you would have fed Savitar to your pet," Batman's gaze fell on the demon's head. Seeing this, the demon head immediately rolled its eyes.
"I don't eat just anything. Humans aren't on my menu."
It offered a response.
"I only eat the humans the Great God Ian tells me to eat."
Of course, the witty demon didn't forget to take the opportunity to flatter Ian. However, Ian, tired of the same old few lines of praise, didn't offer any compliments in return.
"The corpse is in your flying car?"
Batman saw Ian nod. Before Ian could say anything, he shot out the window. His practiced maneuver showed he was definitely no stranger to using windows.
"No."
Ian chased to the window.
However, it was too late.
"CRUNCH—"
A strange sound suddenly came from outside, an ear-grinding metal distortion noise from the yard. Just as it fell silent, the satisfied purr of the Hellcat's engine sounded.
Ian used his super-jump to reach the back of the yard.
He saw Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight of Gotham, being bitten in the mouth by a sports car with fangs. His cape hung down to the ground, and the Hellcat's tires were excitedly spinning in place.
It looked exactly like a large cat with a new toy in its mouth.
"Stop it! This is Uncle Batman, who I'm not very familiar with! He knows Uncle Bruce, who I am very close to!" Ian rescued Batman from the Hellcat's hood.
This shouldn't count as a first-sight kill, right?
After all, Batman clearly knew Ian had a flying car.
"What did you feed this demonic car? How could it ambush me?" Batman had indeed researched the car, but his data update seemed to be lacking.
"Just a little bit of the Son of the Demon King?"
Ian was slightly guilty.
He was afraid Batman would tell Superman.
"Actually, it's just a little timid, that's why its reaction was so strong. Look, it didn't even bite you hard." Ian attempted to excuse his small car.
The small car obligingly turned on the radio music.
"The first time I stood up to a bully was the day my daddy died~"
"He said, 'Promise me now, son, don't ever run from a fight~'"
...
It must be said that the small car's radio might have a limited playlist.
The song it played was not very fitting for the situation.
It might have slightly triggered Batman's sensitive spots.
Batman's face was livid.
"This is Anti-You-Dad armor! Your car of course couldn't bite through me! Damn it! I'm going to bankrupt Dodge Group sooner or later! I'll maliciously acquire their stock tomorrow!"
Batman muttered curses.
He held Savitar's corpse and quickly walked toward the door.
The black cape behind him flapped in the rain.
"..."
Ian hadn't expected Batman to react so strongly. He first whispered some scolding to the Hellcat, then caught up with Batman, who had stormed into the house and slammed the door.
"I already yelled at it, Uncle Batman. Don't take it personally with a car." Ian was a bit worried that a shadow would break into his backyard with a sledgehammer on a future night.
He knew that when dealing with the Dark Knight, he had to use the darkest intentions to figure things out. It was like a business war, the Dark Knight would inevitably choose the most mundane form of revenge when plotting something.
In the living room, Batman was collecting Savitar's biological information, while the Flash, Barry Allen, was sleeping inside a machine. This futuristic-looking equipment clearly wasn't Kent family gear.
"Where's my dad? Working overtime again?"
Ian looked around.
"He went to pick up Diana. Arthur and Mera will be here shortly, too." Batman replied without lifting his head, filling Ian in on what had happened in the forty-five minutes he was asleep. Ian had spent most of the day in the Marvel Universe. However, only forty-two minutes had passed in the DC Universe.
Ian blinked.
"Aquaman? And Aquaman's wife?"
His tone rose slightly.
"Why is the Sea Queen coming to my house? She's not a member of the Justice League!" The resentment of failing to join the League made Ian's face immediately crumple when he heard the Sea Queen's name.
If he couldn't join the Justice League, how could the Sea Queen, who only played with water, join?
Jealousy made Ian prejudiced.
That was the Sea Queen! Every transmigrator knew what the Sea Queen liked to do the most! Ian suspected that because he had put Bruce Wayne's information on the Gotham Must-Eat List, the wily Batman was going to ask the Sea Queen to come over and defecate in his house.
It wasn't that Ian was suspicious.
This was Batman.
No one could say for sure whether Batman had this level of pre-cognition.
After all, Batman had a bit of Deadpool's special quality.
"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Batman noticed Ian's strange reaction. He looked at Ian in surprise, and the boy's face immediately showed a look of deep regret.
"Don't ask me such filthy questions... Honestly, I just feel there's a shady process in your selection mechanism. If the Sea Queen can join the Justice League, why can't I, who is more righteous and kind?" Ian didn't mention the cross-dimensional issue. He just put away his jealousy and asked the serious question earnestly.
"You really look down on Mera, the Sea Queen, or perhaps Aquaman, Arthur?" Batman's expression was thoughtful. He recalled the comic book Ian had started selling.
The character named Deep Sea in it was definitely filled with prejudice against Aquaman, Arthur. Perhaps Ian didn't like Aquaman? Batman had a slight guess, and he was glad that Aquaman and his wife hadn't seen the comic yet.
Of course, they would see it eventually.
Batman only hoped the conflict would happen later, preferably not in front of him. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to explain why he had invested so many resources into this comic.
"No, I have no problem with them. I just have a problem with the Justice League's back door not working for me." Ian still firmly believed he possessed all the qualities and conditions to join the Justice League.
"Your father told you before, right? You're still too young." Batman sighed. He didn't know whether to be happy or speechless about Ian's 'heroic heart.'
"Too small?"
Ian immediately scoffed.
"Not small at all. In fact, it's quite large. The doctor was amazed during the last school check-up." If Batman weren't a man, he might actually have pulled out the evidence.
And thoroughly embarrassed Batman.
"????????"
It had been a long time since Batman had experienced the feeling of silence.
"You know what I mean. Stop trying to confuse the issue. Even if I agree, your father wouldn't." In truth, he also genuinely didn't want to see Ian join the Justice League.
After all, this was a very serious organization.
"If you don't appreciate my stage name, I can create another one. How about Billion Star Power? That would definitely have the style of an old-school superhero."
Ian was persistent.
He was desperate for the traffic—no, the Magic Power—that a Justice League membership would bring. Just when Batman felt it was difficult to communicate with the little brat, a gust of wind suddenly appeared.
"Stop tormenting your Uncle Batman." Superman, Clark, appeared in the living room. He was still wearing his suit, the red cape draped behind him, looking very dashing.
"Neither you nor Jordan are ready yet. You both have a long way to go." The father's tone was gentle but firm, carrying the traditional family's educational philosophy for children.
What could Ian say?
He could only temporarily give up.
"Okay, then I'll wait until I'm a little older." The cunning boy also kept an eye open. He knew how to bide his time and understood that he just needed to wait for the right opportunity.
This opportunity certainly wouldn't be far off. Now he had a Super Brain and a shared brain. One day, he would definitely become the new spokesperson for the Justice League!
Ian moved to a corner and began to spy on the Justice League meeting.
"Sorry, I went to buy something."
Wonder Woman, who hadn't brought a gift, walked in from the direction of the door. She was wearing her classic battle attire, a tight-fitting suit with her iconic red and blue color scheme.
A golden eagle emblem was embedded in the center of her chest, symbolizing courage and strength. The battle suit not only fit her body curves, showcasing her perfect physique as an Amazon warrior, but also had red high-boots covering a pair of long legs. They were beautiful and also provided high protection and flexibility.
"Looks like I'm still relatively early. Clark, is that your child..." The Earth demigod seemed ready to greet him, but she paused slightly when she saw Ian.
"Hmm?"
Wonder Woman didn't say a word.
She just looked at Ian with a strange expression.
"Wonder Woman is an old pervert!"
Ian also looked at Wonder Woman's long legs and compared them with his Mimicry Spider Legs. He concluded that his Mimicry Spider Legs looked sexier.
Of course, he still had to keep staring.
The main principle was to not lose out.
"Bruce."
Superman's attention was not on the cold war between his youngest son and Wonder Woman.
"Did your suit get another upgrade?"
He keenly noticed the subtle changes in Batman's gear. A trace of curiosity flashed in his blue eyes.
"Anti-Superman Armor, 272nd generation." After collecting Savitar's superficial biological information, Batman also began a local dissection of Savitar.
He was using micro-surgical methods to extract Savitar's brain tissue.
It wasn't bloody.
"Clark, you're growing too fast." While performing the "surgery," Batman didn't conceal anything, speaking with a slightly weary tone.
This blatant Anti-Superman remark made Superman shake his head helplessly.
But he wasn't angry.
Clearly, the God of the World was used to Bruce's constant preparedness.
"How is Barry? Have you analyzed any clues?" He walked to the strange blue-glowing machine, looking at the Flash, Barry Allen, who was enveloped in an energy field inside.
"I was just beginning my analysis." Batman walked to the instrument and entered a complex string of code. A series of data streams immediately flashed onto the holographic projection.
He stared at the data that only he could understand for a moment, then frowned.
"Everything is normal with Barry's body. The energy can't even be detected by instruments." His voice was low, carrying a hint of confusion. "It's like it both exists and doesn't exist."
Hearing this, Wonder Woman also frowned.
"That's even more horrifying than the Speed Force."
She had clearly suffered from the Speed Force before, and her tone carried a hint of surprise.
Upon hearing this, Batman silently turned his head and lowered his voice to Wonder Woman, "It seems you haven't seen anything truly horrifying. The truly horrifying thing is sitting right over there."
His gaze was clearly directed.
Diana looked at Ian again and found that the latter was pretending to be focused on the TV—even though the TV was broadcasting boring history, the boy still seemed completely engrossed.
"Speaking of the child sitting over there," Wonder Woman suddenly turned to Superman, lowering her voice, "Clark, you never told me your son was a demigod..."
Her words carried a strange nuance. Clearly, the Earth demigod could clearly feel the non-mortal magical energy fluctuation emanating from Ian.
Wonder Woman, Diana, had been startled earlier because of this reason.
"He has super-hearing."
Clark also turned to look at his youngest son, whose ears were practically perked up. His one sentence made Diana, who had tried to keep her voice down, a bit embarrassed.
"Divine power. Your son also has divine power."
Batman, ignoring whether Ian was eavesdropping, gained a new piece of information from Diana and was somewhat astonished. His gaze toward Superman was again tinged with suspicion.
"Don't get any wild ideas."
Clark felt Batman's absurd speculation.
"No one is to bring this up again."
Because Ian was eavesdropping in the living room, Clark's attitude seemed very firm. He gave the curious-as-a-thousand-cats Batman a fierce, warning glare.
Bruce's eyes flickered, deep in thought.
"Indeed. We have a loudmouth among us. I won't say who, but he hasn't arrived yet."
Wonder Woman, Diana, was also deep in thought. She was well aware that since super-hearing had surfaced, Ian Kent was at least half-Kryptonian.
Lois wasn't a god or a demigod, so how could she give birth to a son with divine power? Lois would be very unhappy if she knew this.
It was normal for Clark not to say anything.
Wonder Woman gradually understood everything.
Clark couldn't help but open his mouth upon seeing this but ultimately held back his inner frustration. Wonder Woman, Diana, gave him another knowing look.
"..."
Clark once again sank into his favorite silence.
"Since you can't find the problem, let the person who found the problem tell us the answer." Diana returned to the main topic. She patted the instrument containing the Flash and turned toward Ian.
"Little one."
Diana crouched down to be eye-level with Ian, her voice gentle, "Your father says you can communicate with a supreme concept. Can you pray one more time and ask her what we should do?"
"If you help, I'll let you touch my leg." Wonder Woman had naturally noticed Ian staring at her earlier. She teased the little boy with a playful tone.
Just as the heroine thought she would see the boy's face mixing shame and anger, Ian's face indeed flushed, but it wasn't shame; it was the kind of redness that comes from being slightly overheated.
"Oh my god, Aunt Diana, not only did you not bring a gift for our first meeting, but you also want me to give you a gift?" Ian's eyes widened in shock. He quickly turned to Superman, his voice rising by an octave, "Dad! Do you guys know that Aunt Diana is a pervert?"
With that, Ian scrambled to another sofa. His one sentence made Wonder Woman's smile gradually freeze and her body stiffen. She finally understood what Batman meant by a horrifying entity.
"You are not allowed to post anything about your Aunt Diana online later."
Superman, Clark, rubbed his temples, his tone helpless.
"So, posting things about me is okay?"
Batman questioned Superman in the lowest voice he had ever used.
"????????"
Diana didn't quite understand what "posting online" meant, but she quickly backed away from Ian. After all, everyone in the Justice League knew Ian had once hired a lawyer to sue a classmate's parent.
A brief silence fell over the living room.
"Ian, try praying one more time."
Finally, Superman, Clark, requested Ian to speak.
"Alright."
Ian didn't want to disturb Lady Death so late, but since his father asked, he closed his eyes in prayer. This time, he finally got a response.
However, even though everyone held their breath, waiting for some miracle to descend.
"Lady Death said she's sleeping."
The answer Ian gave caught everyone off guard—he truly wasn't lying this time. An explicit response had been violently thrown into his mind.
It was clear that Lady Death genuinely did not seem to like the Flash. And rightfully so. It seemed that the major figures in the DC Universe didn't think highly of Speedsters, let alone Barry Allen, the very source of all Speedsters' woes.
"Looks like we'll have to rely on ourselves again."
Clark sighed helplessly.
Batman was neither surprised nor disappointed by this result.
"She's lying to you. How could an entity like that sleep?" Only Wonder Woman, after recovering, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and began her 'revenge' against Ian.
"Lady Death wouldn't lie to me."
Ian immediately retorted, his voice full of confidence.
"She likes me the most... She hides somewhere and secretly watches me every day. She's crushing on me." Seeing Diana chuckle, Ian turned to his father.
"Dad, can we make Aunt Diana go upstairs and lie down in the same place as my desk-mate, Madison? She's trying to sow discord between me and my golden thigh."
He genuinely could not tolerate this.
Ian knew how to weigh the pros and cons.
Wonder Woman's long legs were only so-so.
They simply couldn't compare to Lady Death's golden thigh.
Superman: "..."
Batman's mouth also twitched.
And the Flash almost burst out laughing inside the machine.
Yes, Barry Allen had slowly woken up after Batman turned off the machine, but he was still inside receiving auxiliary treatment. His severely broken leg was already close to healing with the double help of the Speed Force.
"Who is the desk-mate Madison?"
Diana was probably the only one present who didn't know what Ian was talking about.
Of course, she also knew Ian was definitely not inviting her to stay the night.
"How am I doing?" Barry Allen, now awake, felt very safe seeing the senior superheroes. He lay in the machine and asked the people outside.
"Not so good."
Batman's honest answer instantly wiped the smile off Barry Allen's face.
"I'm doomed, aren't I?"
An extremely helpless expression appeared on his face.
"Not necessarily. We can try to find a solution from your dreams, but that requires a machine that can observe your dreams. I'll head back to Gotham and bring the equipment."
With that, Batman swiftly rushed toward the window.
He disappeared into the night.
"He still doesn't like using the main door."
Wonder Woman sighed softly after a long silence.
"Perhaps he's afraid of being bitten again by certain things?" Clark understood Batman better. His super-hearing could detect what had happened earlier, even across a few cities.
"Do you have a dog, too?"
Diana was a bit surprised.
Just as Superman was about to explain, his ears suddenly twitched a few times.
His super-hearing was working again.
"The clone has appeared again."
Superman's expression suddenly froze. The gentleness in his blue eyes was instantly replaced by sharpness. His cape didn't even have time to flare—he vanished from the living room as if he had used the power of teleportation.
The sonic boom from the air being torn only arrived three seconds later, shattering the glass cup on the coffee table.
Wonder Woman didn't even have time to hold down her skirt.
Ian, of course, didn't react quickly enough either.
"Damn it, did your dad stick himself in the sun recently?" Diana looked shocked. The Amazon warrior's intuition made her realize that Clark's speed had broken through Superman's regular limits.
"If my dad were that hardworking, why would I be inferior when I go out?" Ian blinked. As a son looking up to his father, the first small goal was definitely to become Gold Superman.
Diana seemed to be gradually adapting to Ian's way of speaking.
"What is he chasing?"
Diana wasn't familiar with what was happening in Metropolis recently. After all, every superhero had their own city to protect and generally only paid attention to problems in their own city.
"A clone contaminated by evil energy? Or perhaps another unlucky guy from a parallel universe?" Ian only knew partial information and didn't hide anything.
Hearing this, Diana's eyes lit up.
"Is that the thing Clark mentioned last time that can corrupt Kryptonian cells?" She suddenly rushed toward the window. "I need to go see what kind of thing could almost take down Superman."
The demigod woman's flying take-off resembled a hamster being shot from a slingshot.
She bounced off the lawn once before ascending directly.
It was unclear if this was a habit or if their race's flying ability required a pre-launch action.
It was a bit like Ian's feeling when he was a Bouncing Rabbit earlier.
"I want to go too." Ian turned to look at the Flash in the machine, his tone envious, "Luthor's factory definitely has good drinks. The kind you can't finish."
"And if there are a few more pots of soup bubbling with green foam, tsk tsk. You haven't tasted it, so you definitely don't know how delicious it is." Just thinking about it brought back fond memories.
At that time, his aunt Kara was still his capable assistant.
"Maybe you can go, as long as you're not afraid of getting beaten up?" The Flash had learned not to ask Ian what he wanted to drink, realizing from Ian's description that it couldn't be anything good.
"Actually, I already have a plan, but I need a little assistance from Uncle Barry." Ian was just about to activate his talent for persuasion.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK~"
A knock on the door sounded abruptly, with a hint of politeness.
"It might be Arthur and his wife. His wife is a great beauty. They are both Atlanteans from the ocean." The Flash spoke from inside the machine. He woke up late and hadn't seen Ian's earlier accusations against Diana.
"Marine mammals, I know. I studied evolution."
Ian turned to open the door.
The oak door creaked open, and the night wind of Metropolis swept in with rain.
A person in yellow stood outside the door.
A bright yellow jumpsuit, yellow gloves, yellow boots, and even the mask was fluorescent bright yellow. The figure was completely shimmering, and even Ian's super-vision couldn't capture his face.
"Yes, your Aquaman and Sea Queen have arrived, kid." The yellow-clad man grinned, his voice sounding like an electrical screech. He raised his shimmering hand.
He was carrying two people.
The unconscious Aquaman, Arthur, and his wife, Mera.