Do not get involved with Gotham.
Misfortune will follow.
Ian has always kept this DC Universe survival guide in mind since he transmigrated.
"A dog wouldn't even drink this. You drink it, Auntie."
He pulled the straw out of the Coke he had sipped, inserted it back in upside down, and shoved the cup back into Kara's hand. Kara, whose brows were almost furrowed into hooks, still had a face that defied description.
She just stared at Ian.
*Crunch crunch~*
Fried chicken bought by other people just tasted better. Ian looked down into the bag to check how many pieces were left. The hair on his forehead parted slightly, revealing a fair, rosy forehead.
Yes, white mixed with red, unique and striking.
"On your forehead... there's a bullet." Before she could figure out why Ian called her that, the stunned Kara noticed something unusual about the strange boy in front of her.
She should have noticed this earlier, actually.
But Kara's attention had previously been fixed on Ian's good looks. Now, upon closer inspection, oh boy, the handsome kid's forehead was embedded with a large-caliber pistol bullet!
"A bullet? A joke!"
"Impossible. I ran so fast, the security guards definitely couldn't have hit me." Ian vigorously munched on the fried chicken. His previously famished body began to feel satisfied.
The clumsy Auntie.
She actually tried to interrupt his meal.
Truly, truly bad.
"Does your head hurt?"
Kara's eye twitched, her expression was extremely odd.
"No, it doesn't."
Ian shook his head. While Kara hadn't yet reacted, he didn't just take one bite; he took bite after bite, demonstrating a way of eating fried chicken to Kara by chewing and swallowing the bones along with the meat.
"..."
Kara truly hadn't noticed that her food was rapidly disappearing.
She just stared at Ian's forehead.
Finally.
Unable to resist, the Supergirl silently extended her hand, which was as fast as lightning.
Her speed was truly immense. Before the ravenously eating Ian could even react, she used two fingers to pluck a metal bullet head from his forehead.
"I think you should be feeling pain... that would be normal."
Kara suspected this might be some kind of prank, but after looking around, she couldn't find any cameras. She hesitated for a moment before handing the bullet head to Ian.
"Ah!?"
Ian stopped eating in shock.
Just when Kara thought Ian would be visibly horrified, perhaps even fainting on the spot with his eyes rolling back.
"Fake. It's all your illusion, Auntie must have eaten poisonous mushrooms this morning." Ian immediately tucked the bullet head into his pants pocket, enacting the principle of: if you don't see it, it didn't happen.
"?????"
Kara squatted down and picked up the bullet head that had fallen out of Ian's pocket, which had a hole in it.
Seeing this.
"Fine, you win. You saw through the fact that I'm a rookie." He remembered that when he was running quite far away, he did look back at the security guards who were shooting.
He hadn't expected there to be a sharpshooter among the ranks of those earning thirty-five hundred a month.
They are too competitive!
America is truly too competitive!
"This really isn't a prank?"
Kara still maintained an expression that defied description.
She suspected Ian was carrying a special camera that even her Super-Vision couldn't detect. Well, even that explanation was still more reasonable than encountering someone who was shot with a large-caliber pistol and yet remained so calm.
"There's no prank, only biological science. Iron Head skill must have some science behind it too. My forehead is definitely harder than my skull." Ian shoved the last piece of fried chicken into his mouth.
His outrageous focus on details nearly made Kara lose her composure.
Wait!
Was that a normal person's reaction?
"If you enjoy seeking attention, I can actually recommend my therapist to you. Don't misunderstand... I just feel like everyone is under a lot of pressure in this society now."
Kara truly couldn't hold back, but she still maintained her basic composure well. As soon as she finished her question, Ian didn't answer. Instead, he quickly handed her the doctor's certificate.
"I actually feel like I'm really getting better now that I'm no longer wearing a false mask." Ian spoke seriously, but he received no response from Kara.
"..."
"..."
It was a silent, awkward moment.
In the strange quiet atmosphere, the only sound was Ian continuously consuming the food Kara bought—the fried chicken was gone, and now it was the fries. One bite, two bites, three or four bites, a gluttonous gulp.
The luxurious fast-food meal worth over a hundred dollars was completely devoured by Ian.
"Ian Kent?"
Staring at the name on Ian's medical form, the usually scatterbrained Kara's eyes suddenly widened. She seemed to finally realize why the other person was calling her Auntie.
Being shot with a bullet and still being alive and well suddenly seemed logical—truthfully, when she left Krypton back then, her escape pod was pushed into the relatively static time-space of the "Phantom Zone" by the shockwave of Krypton's explosion. Kara was trapped there for twenty-four years. When she arrived on Earth at the age of thirteen, her cousin had already become a fully grown superhero of Earth.
An adult one, at that.
Thus, the older cousin suddenly became the younger cousin.
Clark, who had grown into a man, rescued her from the escape pod and entrusted her to the loving Danvers couple for adoption. She had lived in this city called "National City" all these years.
As for Clark's family... well, Kara only remembered attending Clark's wedding, and she had heard that Clark later had three lively and lovely children.
It wasn't that she was distant from Clark, in fact, Kara felt her communication with her older cousin was quite frequent. It was just that she had no contact with his family.
There was a reason for this, and the reason was—just then, Kara, who had been looking normal, suddenly clutched her head, bent down as if in pain, and let out a muffled groan.
"Auntie, what's wrong?"
Ian quickly reached out and supported the elder, who was slightly taller than him. The other party's arm was very soft, seemingly lacking muscle. The physical makeup of a Kryptonian was truly a great cosmic miracle.
"Don't call me Auntie... I'm not much older than you are." Kara suddenly looked fine again, straightened up, and seemed to have forgotten what had just happened.
"Okay, Auntie."
Ian nodded.
His eyes were slightly confused.
He felt that something was not right.
But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
"..."
Faced with Ian's refusal to correct his addressing, the slightly frustrated Kara could only rationalize Ian's deliberate calling by assuming Clark had raised him well and he was particularly focused on etiquette.
She was about to sigh.
Suddenly, her movement froze. Even her golden hair suspended mid-air, no longer floating. The surrounding colors began to fade, the off-white of the walls, the dark gray of the stairwell, and the brown of the floor all peeled away like pigments diluted by water, ultimately leaving only extremely pale outlines.
Ian's nose caught a hint of a familiar fragrance.
"Big Boss."
He turned his head and saw the familiar figure. He was forced to put on his most despised fake smile. The woman, still wearing the skin of the psychopomp Tessa, leaned against the wall in a black dress.
Her eyes were burning like fire.
Her expression showed slight dissatisfaction.
Ian's heart sank immediately.
***
Well it's not 100 stones yet but we're just few stones away so I'm gonna post it anyway.
If you enjoy reading then please add it to your library and vote stones if possible.
Thanks for reading 🙏
If you wish to read advanced Chapters visit
P-atreon.com/Redestro666