I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

"Actually, parents...you don't have to worry about me."

Having gained new abilities, David is no longer prepared to hide his specialness.

Although the mutant physique of the Eternals cannot be revealed to prevent their weird appearance from worrying their parents, the ability to manipulate abilities can be revealed.

"What's the meaning?"

Seeing their son opening his mouth to reveal something, the couple looked at each other in confusion.

Buzz!

A smile flashed across his eyes, David raised his hand, and the highly concentrated purple energy light condensed but did not emit.

"I also have some special abilities. Self-preservation is not a problem."

Purple light illuminated the room.

"Son, what...what's going on?"

Looking at the light emerging from their youngest son's hand, like a small purple sun, Jonathan and Martha were surprised and lost their voices.

Clark's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.

This was different from the scene he imagined where his brother would show off his abilities.

In the living room, you can hear the needle drop.

…

Let the shocked and surprised parents digest the sudden news first.

"Manipulating energy?"

David went upstairs to make preparations before leaving. Clark followed him and asked in disbelief, "You actually hid part of your ability from me."

If he had the ability, he would tell David whether his brother's concealment was out of precaution, which made him a little sad.

"It's an ability that has been awakened recently."

In his room, David pulled a box out from under the bed and moved the hundreds of kilograms box to the table effortlessly.

The box is the size of a baby's cradle.

"real?"

"believe it or not."

"you……"

Seeing that David didn't look like he was lying, Clark calmed down a little and was about to ask when he had this ability.

Bah!

David opened the box.

Pieces of large and small green fluorescent meteorites lay quietly in the wooden box. At a glance, there were seventy or eighty pieces.

"This...is this a meteorite??"

Clark was stunned mid-sentence, "How come there are so many meteorites?"

If he hadn't lost his ability, he might have fallen to the ground and fainted as the box was opened.

"you……"

He looked at his brother with wide eyes.

"Why do you collect so many meteorites?"

"collect."

David raised his eyebrows, "Can't you?"

Looking at his brother who had no expression on his face, Clark was so angry that he almost fainted.

"Do you think I believe it?"

He couldn't believe that he had only exposed the weakness of meteorites for a few days, and his brother had collected such a large box of meteorites.

It was enough to build an urn for him.

In fact, this was a stock that David had dug up a long time ago. He thought it was almost enough and stopped looking for it in the past few years.

Buzz!

David took out a slightly larger meteorite.

It shoots energy rays from its eyes and controls the rays to cut like a laser.

Under precise control, pieces of hard meteorite skin were quickly cut off like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"You can actually emit energy rays with your eyes?"

Clark was surprised and looked at his brother's behavior with some confusion, "What are you doing?"

"It's silly to carry a rock with you."

He said as he quickly finished what he was doing.

"And the radiation emitted by the original meteorite is not strong enough."

Blowing away the stone fragments like green snow, the light in David's eyes dissipated.

On the palm of the hand, there is a ring cut from the innermost crystal of the meteorite. It looks like a flawless emerald. It is emitting strong radiation. Under daylight, you can actually see a faint fluorescence.

Clark looked at the green ring, his face turned green, he had the illusion of being poisoned, and he retreated unconsciously.

Even though he is no longer powerless and in pain, there are still psychological shadows left.

"David, when you succeed in bringing Avery back, you will destroy it, right?"

Put the box back where it belongs.

Facing Clark's temptation, David put on a kryptonite ring on his right index finger, smiled and said nothing.

"It will be destroyed...right?" With an extremely ominous premonition, Clark swallowed, and there was no trace of confidence in his words.

…

Clark wanted to accompany his brother, but Jonathan and Martha didn't allow him. Now that he has no ability, it's better to stay at home and not cause trouble to his brother.

After going downstairs, David was about to leave.

No need to bring any luggage, a kryptonite ring is enough.

"Kid, are you sure you have the confidence to bring Avery back without getting yourself hurt?"

At the door of the house, Jonathan and Martha had shock and surprise on their faces. Seeing that David was about to leave, they couldn't help but worry.

How can parents rest assured that their son is going on a long journey to another city, which may be accompanied by dangers.

"It won't be a problem."

David let out a breath and smiled.

After telling him about his abilities, he felt much more relaxed.

"My ability to manipulate energy is best at defense. Clark's attack cannot break my defense."

"real?"

Jonathan and Martha looked at Clark.

"Yes."

Clark nodded bravely.

In fact, he hasn't tried it either, but he definitely shouldn't worry his parents at this time.

"David, be careful."

With a worried look on his face, Clark stepped forward and hugged David hard.

He secretly clenched his fists. Logically speaking, it was because of him that David should not have done this. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"son……"

David also hugged his parents, turned to leave, and waved.

"Gotham is not far away. I will be back soon in a few days."

Jonathan held his wife Martha in his arms and looked at his son's leaving figure with worry in his eyes.

"Hope God bless our David for a safe return."

David didn't need to look back to know his parents' expressions, and David was a little helpless.

Before he hid his ability, his parents were worried about his safety, but after he revealed his ability, his parents still couldn't let go of their worries.

He left an afterimage on the spot and sped away.

…

Gotham is not far from the metropolis, only separated by a river.

The two cities facing each other across the sea have close cultural and economic exchanges.

Like the Metropolis, Gotham is a prosperous and advanced modern city, with high-rise buildings everywhere. There is even a high-speed tram system that is not found in the Metropolis. It runs through the city like the blood vessels of the human body. The transportation is developed and is the heart of Gotham - —Wayne Tower delivers nutrition.

But unlike Metropolis, Gotham is flashy on the surface, but hides evil behind the scenes. The high crime rate is a label that Gotham cannot erase.

…

Tick!

Lead-gray dark clouds locked the sky, icy raindrops fell, birds with wet feathers were unable to fly, and the gargoyle statue standing on the wall of a high-rise building preened its feathers on its head.

The bird's head trembled and reached down. Reflected in the bird's eyes, a black umbrella slowly crossed the street.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Gotham seems to have dark clouds that never go away and rain that never ends."

Watching the long railway tram passing through the tracks elevated on concrete piers with noise, David, wearing a gray windbreaker, raised a corner of the umbrella in his hand, glanced at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly.

This is his impression of Gotham.

At least the first few times he came to Gotham, he never saw Sunny.

"How can such a dark and humid place not breed some mold and dirt."

In a dark alley not far away, someone with a pale face, sniffling and trembling took out a roll of money. He looked left and right like a thief, urging others to take out the things quickly to complete the transaction. There were several people lining up behind him.

Clinging to the wall of the alley, an elderly homeless man lay numbly on the cold ground with his beard shrunken and his skinny body, his eyes reflecting the dim gray sky.

Several young tramps with evil deeds, dressed in tattered clothes, gathered around the burning trash can, stretching out their hands wearing torn gloves to keep warm, shivering and shivering.

When he saw someone looking over, he looked like a few wild dogs with duffy and dirty fur guarding their territory, and gave him a vicious look.

This is the busiest city center in Gotham.

David shook his head, climbed up the steps, folded his umbrella, and walked into the Gotham National Bank, which has an ancient castle-like exterior.

"Without super vision and super hearing like the Son of Krypton, it is not an easy task to find a person in a city of tens of millions of people."

First, he needs some money.

The outside looks like it is made of ancient bricks and has a long history, but the inside of the bank is spacious and clean, with thick marble pillars, soft brown sofas, and bright display windows.

The decoration is classical and elegant, yet does not lack modern humanistic flavor.

“Everything old becomes new again.”

The lobby manager in a suit and tie was chatting with some customers who were holding free coffee.

"Remember, the old coffee machine could not filter out the coffee grounds, so the coffee grounds were always on customers' teeth. I don't know how many customers complained."

"Look at our current Gotham National Bank. It has a clean environment, modern equipment, and high-tech security systems. We promise to provide you with better services and protect your wealth more safely."

Walking across the shiny marble floor, ignoring the lobby manager who opened his arms and spoke proudly, David slowly walked to the counter and prepared to handle business.

"I'm sure - who wouldn't like the Gotham National Bank as it is now?"

"Don't talk too harshly, sir!"

Suddenly loud words broke in, and a group of robbers wearing suits, holding submachine guns, carrying black bags on their shoulders, and wearing red hoods broke in. The leader joked, pointing the gun at the manager.

"I prefer the banks of sixty years ago. The bank vault doors at that time were definitely not as thick as they are today, and even a tank couldn't blast them open!"

Ahhhh... bang!

A piercing scream instantly sounded in the bank. Before the frightened people could flee like animals, a gunshot blasted the bank manager's head, who was frozen in expression.

"Following the past will do no harm to people."

The corpse fell down, and the man smiled gracefully, put his index finger on his mouth, and the words softly spit out from his mouth were like the cold winter wind blowing through the hall, making people tremble all over.

"For example, you should all lie down on the ground right now and be silent like mice in the church beams, or we will use you to decorate the walls!"

Robbery of a national bank during the day, a daring crime.

Less than an hour after arriving in Gotham, it’s time to taste Gotham’s specialties again.

David glanced at it.

“Is this city so impatient to wake up to its memory?”

Each one of them wore a red hood, a black suit, and even a red rose on his chest. They were so dignified and elegant that they looked more like they were attending a banquet than robbing a bank.

How stylish, but then again Gotham has no shortage of stylish criminals.

"Oh, there is a kid here who didn't follow the instructions. Is it because he doesn't understand?"

Everyone in the lobby fell down trembling, but only one person was still standing there, looking around with a normal expression and even a little curiosity, as if he didn't see that this was a bank robbery that could kill someone at any time, it was very eye-catching.

Seeing David, the robber leader smiled and waved, as if he was sending a waiter at a banquet to bring him a glass of champagne.

"Red Hood Five, teach this disobedient gentleman a lesson that will last a lifetime."

A young man walked out from among the robbers behind him. He ran up to David fiercely and pointed a gun at his head with a low and ferocious voice that was scary.

"Kneel down, I tell you to kneel down!"

As he said that, he kicked him hard on the crook of the leg, but it felt like he had been kicked into a steel pillar and it didn't move at all!

There was a dull pain in his feet, and Red Hood No. 5 frowned under his hood, with surprise flashing through his eyes.

"I've heard that people in Gotham are living in difficulty."

Raising his eyebrows, facing the unremarkable Red Hood No. 5 in front of him, David chuckled.

"But I didn't expect that Bruce Wayne, the owner of the Wayne Group, would also be reduced to robbing banks?"

The update is a bit late. The two chapters add up to 1,800 words. Please read it. (ω)