Kara didn't know much about Gotham.
She only knew that the reputation of Arkham Asylum was huge, and it housed many mentally unstable metahumans. It was both a prison and a hospital, and someone with Ian's mental state should probably stay there for a few days.
"Huh? Does Auntie have a partnership with Arkham Asylum?" Ian frowned. He thought Kara wanted to use him to boost her performance and earn a kickback from Batman over in Gotham.
"I just want you to be normal!" Kara felt Ian's suspicious gaze. She slapped her forehead again, her face full of an expression that was hard to describe.
"I am very normal, and I obey the law. I dare bet that at least 80% of people in America respect the law less than I do." Ian's voice was full of confident assurance.
He knew he was speaking the truth.
"Wait, you stole a criminal's car, and then sold this car through illegal channels to a gang member... do you know that's also a crime?"
Kara's voice suddenly rose by an octave. She looked incredulous at Ian's confidence. Honestly, she felt that even if she had a hundred years, she wouldn't come up with this kind of maneuver.
Breaking multiple laws consecutively.
And yet, no one benefited.
What was the point of this kind of action?!
"I didn't steal the car. I merely drove away the mugger's car. How can that not be considered emergency avoidance?" Ian mentally invoked "Pure-hearted" look, batting his eyes like a white lotus.
"That is also a crime!"
Kara sighed weakly.
"Oh, so that counts as a crime... Hey, I'm just a kid, what do I know?" Ian scratched his head, which wasn't actually itchy, then flashed a sunny boy smile.
That expression made Kara want to hit him.
"The way you're acting, you clearly already knew your behavior was wrong!" Although she was sometimes a bit naive, she could still tell that Ian was clearly not telling the truth.
As for his Auntie's ruthless exposure.
Ian just shrugged, his smile even sunnier.
"Don't worry, the jury wouldn't think so. Besides... I have a doctor's note." Saying this, Ian again pulled out the crumpled medical form and waved it a few times.
This was truly his ultimate weapon.
The confident boy believed there was no psychiatric hospital in Metropolis that could hold him.
"You... you..."
Kara's face flushed red with frustration.
For a long time, she didn't know how to respond.
Damn it!
Why did the child raised by Clark turn out like this?
Could it be.
She had actually been completely oblivious to Clark's true personality all this time? Because Ian had rendered Kara speechless multiple times, she even started to question Clark's integrity.
For a child to be raised this way.
Kara truly didn't believe from the bottom of her heart that Clark bore no responsibility.
"Just come inside..."
Kara didn't want to argue with Ian about this anymore. She felt that if she didn't want to get Kryptonian high blood pressure, she had to pretend she had never heard that story from her cheap nephew.
*Click*
Kara opened her apartment door and walked in first. The warm white light turned on. Ian followed closely behind. A faint smell of lavender laundry detergent filled the room.
This was a typical single apartment layout. As an assistant secretary, Kara's salary wasn't high, and being able to afford a place like this was already considered a pretty good financial situation.
The open kitchen counter was gleaming, and two inverted mugs were placed next to the stainless steel kettle. Two pots of pothos sat on the windowsill, their leaves gently swaying in the wind outside the balcony.
The entire living room was small but meticulously tidy. A gray blanket was neatly folded on the beige fabric sofa, and the walls were adorned with a few simple landscape paintings. As for the TV stand, a small photo frame was displayed—in the picture, Kara was dressed in casual clothes, flashing a peace sign in front of a scenic Earth landmark.
The sofa was quite messy, though, and the coffee table held a remote control and a few fashion magazines.
Of course.
Before the last blink.
Ian distinctly saw women's intimate wear—a bra and panties—on the coffee table, but after the next blink, everything disappeared, leaving only his young Auntie giving him an awkward smile.
"..." Ian felt he had been ruthlessly humiliated by a relative. The Kryptonian had bullied his intelligence with super speed, yet acted as if she thought he wouldn't notice anything.
"Does Auntie also like the little pink kitty?"
Ian's eye-capture speed was much faster than a normal person's, so even though Kara was as fast as lightning, he could still clearly recall what he had seen in that one "frame" blink.
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
Kara tried to conceal her embarrassment.
She tried to frown to show her confusion, but feeling Ian's silent gaze, her eyes were clearly guilty, so she simply chose to look toward the windowsill.
"Disney merchandise sells well, this inspires me... after my novel becomes a hit, I'll sell merchandise too." Ian mused, seemingly discovering a path to wealth.
"You write novels too?"
Kara looked at Ian with some surprise.
She had truly never met a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child who harbored the dream of becoming a writer and actually put it into practice. Regardless of how well he wrote, Kara felt such a hobby was worth encouraging.
"Yes, I'm writing about my father, Superman." Ian answered honestly. He was indeed speaking the truth, but he didn't feel the need to tell the whole truth.
"Your father agrees to you writing about his story?" Kara was clearly a bit surprised. She knew very well that Clark kept his life as Superman and his life as an ordinary person completely separate.
"This is a self-therapy method recommended by my therapist. I think my father is quite supportive of my writing. He gets really red-faced and excited every time he sees my manuscript."
Ian employed the trick of substituting concepts.
And the naive Kara had no doubts about it.
"Well, it sounds like you write quite well then."
She even became curious about Ian's novel.
"Yes, please buy a few copies when it comes out, Auntie. I submitted it to a publisher on the way here, and I'm not worried at all about whether it will be successfully published and become a hit."
Ian spoke with confidence.
"No problem."
Kara agreed without a second thought.
Not only that.
"Actually, I think if your story isn't finished yet, you could even add me in... just, don't write about my real identity."
"Just write about the interactions between Supergirl and Superman." She even volunteered herself to Ian, hoping to cameo as a character in his novel.
How to say this.
This truly was a good Auntie.
Willing to dedicate herself to Ian's writing career. Ian appreciated his Auntie's keen insight, but after a moment of consideration, he decided to decline the good Auntie's suggestion.
"That wouldn't be appropriate."
Ian sighed slightly with regret.
"Huh? Do you think Supergirl's fame isn't as big as your father's, and she won't attract an audience for you?" Kara tossed herself onto the sofa, her voice filled with dissatisfaction.
"No."
Ian shook his head.
"It's just that the style of my story is quite unique, so... adding Auntie might violate ethics. I'm afraid it wouldn't pass censorship and would affect how quickly I can make money."
He answered sincerely.
His tone carried a genuine sense of regret.
"?????"
Kara heard this.
First, she froze.
Then, her entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
No!
Super-Brain!
You cannot function now! You cannot think about anything—the brave Supergirl, at this very moment, not only dared not speak but also dared not think.
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