Not many cards left?
This might be related to the big shot's earlier reluctance to see Superman die, thus resorting to sweet-talking and coaxing Ian into solving the problem so Superman could avoid the fate of death?
Just as Ian reached this conclusion.
In the surrounding environment, colors rushed back like a tide, and sounds poured back into her eardrums. Kara "came back to life"—she finally let out the breath that had been paused for a long time.
"So~"
Kara seemed to have sensed nothing. Her thoughts picked up exactly where they had been before the pause. While deep in thought, she glanced with a bit of concern at her dinner, which Ian had completely emptied.
"Did you awaken your abilities, and then your father told you his secret?" Kara completely forgot about her headache or that the world had been paused.
All she felt was curiosity about why Ian had sought her out.
"Uh... it's a bit of a long story." Ian recovered from his deduction regarding the big shot's riddle-like behavior, scratched his head, and tried to organize his words.
"Then let's go up and talk. I have other things to eat at my place." Kara saw Ian looking unsatisfied and felt that as an elder, she should show some concern.
*Hiss*.
Becoming someone else's elder so suddenly, what a strange feeling.
"Okay, Auntie, wait for me." After speaking, Ian walked back toward the stairwell and pulled out a plastic bag containing many smashed hard drives.
"What is this? Trash you picked up outside?"
Kara was perplexed.
"Just the wear and tear of a few hours ago." Ian was clearly still uneasy about the smashed hard drives. He addressed Kara with a pleading tone.
"Can you breathe fire on this?"
These two sentences.
Again caused a hard-control effect on Kara.
"Breathe fire?"
At first, Kara thought she had an age gap in communication with the current generation of young people since leaving school. However, remembering the certificate Ian had shown her, she figured the problem might not be with her.
"I can't breathe fire."
Kara sighed helplessly.
"But I have a stove at home; you can borrow it." She offered her suggestion, the kind of solution a normal person would think of when needing fire.
As she spoke.
Kara took the lead toward the elevator.
"Then you need to practice, Auntie. Breathing fire is much cooler than breathing water." Ian followed closely. His successive comments made Supergirl start to feel insecure.
"Wait, I can't breathe water either... Can Clark breathe fire and water now? How did he do it?" Kara turned back, looking at the boy behind her with shock and uncertainty.
Well, that's why she was the scatterbrained Supergirl.
Ian had successfully led her down the rabbit hole.
"Keep exercising? Exercise every day: fifty million push-ups, fifty million sit-ups, fifty million weighted squats. I believe you, Auntie, can definitely become a Calabash Brother... no, you can breathe fire and water." Ian might occasionally tell small lies, but he felt this was definitely a well-intentioned lie to a relative.
One must believe in the Kryptonian's "willpower" ability! Even though Kara didn't have the Kryptonian Codex in her body, it wasn't like Ian expected Kara to become invincible through sheer will.
Ian truly believed that one day he would see his Auntie breathing fire and water!
At least one of them!
"Keep exercising? Will that work?" Kara, of course, still had doubts. However, seeing Ian's earnest face, she couldn't help but seriously consider it.
"Ding~"
Kara pressed the elevator button and walked in. Ian trotted and followed her into the elevator. Before Kara could press the floor number, he quickly pressed the button for her floor.
"I just moved! Is your dad monitoring me?" Kara had an expression that asked what was going on, raising her hands, looking at Ian with full surprise.
"Is there a possibility that the apartment manager has your move-in information?" Ian was extremely stable, spreading his hands with a slightly confused look.
He felt his Auntie was overreacting a bit.
"Uh..."
Kara's expression was awkward after hearing this. "I remember the security in this building is very strict. The manager usually wouldn't reveal residents' information to inquirers."
"Unless you bribe her, of course." Kara looked at Ian's empty pocket with a hint of confusion. She didn't think Ian looked like he had money to bribe anyone.
"No need for a bribe. The manager is just a young girl." Ian's response left Kara a bit puzzled. She frowned, seemingly thinking about what this had to do with Ian obtaining her information.
"Most girls are kind, so as long as you keep smiling at them, they become willing to help—Auntie, didn't your father teach you to guard against that?"
"My father taught me how to use that trick." Ian was smiling now. Unlike his previous fake smile, this was a genuine smile of deep recognition for the life experience his old man had taught him.
"?????"
Kara was utterly baffled.
She truly wanted to know how abstract Clark's parenting methods were.
"You didn't beg for your travel money to National City from some innocent girl that way, did you?" Kara thought about Ian's empty pocket and the distance between here and Metropolis.
Because Ian's statements were truly explosive, it forced her to be deeply suspicious.
"Of course not! How could I do such a thing?" Ian frowned as if he had been offended. He never felt he would engage in such small-scale, small-portion freeloading.
"That's good."
Kara breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed no innocent girl had been deceived by a scumbag.
"So, did you fly here yourself?" Kara seemed unaware of Ian's "adopted" status. She began to be curious about the extent of Ian's awakened abilities.
"I took a car here."
Ian shook his head. Not being able to fly was something he also regretted. Of course, once he unlocked the profession brought by Homelander, this regret might be instantly remedied.
"Took a car? Hitchhiked?"
Kara guessed. For a child, this was a very dangerous behavior. However, for a child who could take a bullet to the forehead, she felt there was no need to worry.
"I planned to do that initially, but then I ran into a mugger blocking the road." As soon as Ian finished speaking, he heard the elevator stop moving.
"Ding~"
The elevator door opened.
Kara led Ian toward the door of her apartment.
"It seems you played the hero for once."
Supergirl finally sensed a family connection in Ian.
"A hero? Perhaps."
Ian's ambiguous reply made Kara a little curious.
"Did you defeat the mugger, rescue the innocent person, and then the person you saved drove you to National City?" Kara was still worried that Ian might have killed the mugger.
However.
The facts proved her worry was a bit unnecessary.
"No."
Ian shook his head.
He had always adhered to his principle that an ordinary NPC should not interfere with the daily events of Metropolis.
Therefore.
"I just took the car that the mugger had parked on the side of the road while he was busy robbing someone." Ian's honest answer also carried a slight recollection of the driving experience.
"?????"
Kara, who was pulling out her key to unlock the door, was instantly stunned.
This was absolutely an unexpected turn of events for Kara.
She prided herself on being worldly.
But now.
Kara felt she was still too young.
"Where is the car?"
Kara swallowed and couldn't help but ask.
"Sold it to a tattooed Black guy on the side of the road."
Ian answered.
"And the money? Even if you sold it to a gang member, you should have a few hundred dollars, right?" Kara, who had recently been thinking about buying a used car and thus knew a little about how much a car could sell for, widened her eyes.
Of course.
Ian's eyes widened even more than hers.
"No, Auntie, what kind of person do you think I am? A thief? I, of course, mailed the money from the car sale to that mugger. His ID information and home address were in the car!"
"I am a law-abiding citizen of America!"
Ian genuinely couldn't believe his Auntie would see him this way. He somewhat understood those rebellious teenagers with dyed hair who were misunderstood, just because they have blonde hair doesn't mean they're thugs—they might just think it looks cool. It was just like how even though he drove away the mugger's car, it didn't necessarily mean he was committing a robbery!
Such perfect logic!
"..."
Kara fell into a long silence.
A moment later.
"Ian, my nephew whom I just met today..." Kara took several deep breaths, forcing herself to offer what looked like an elder's smile.
Then.
"How about you look into Arkham Asylum?"
She gently offered Ian her heartfelt advice.
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