I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

A young man in a suit stepped out of the car.

The waiter went up and his eyes were almost glued to the globally limited edition luxury sports car, unable to look away.

"This car is so cool."

Hearing the waiter's involuntary exclamation, Bruce smiled nonchalantly.

“That’s nothing, I have a cooler one.”

The sports car had two seats, but the other seat was occupied by two beautiful models. He buttoned up his suit jacket and gentlemanly helped the two models out of the car.

We went upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne."

Everyone he met greeted him warmly, even obsequiously.

"Wayne's son is back in Gotham, and there's hardly any other news on TV today."

As Selena watched Bruce Wayne walk up the stairs, flanked by two women who were the center of attention, she sighed with mixed emotions.

"How glamorous! Some people are born with everything."

David recalled Catwoman's tragic childhood.

Mariah Carey, the Catwoman, was a cold-hearted mother with a troubled marriage. She preferred spending time with cats to her daughter and committed suicide one day. Selena's father was an alcoholic who was very cold to her because Selena looked like her mother. He eventually died of alcoholism.

After that, Selena, who was homeless, wandered the streets for a time before being sent to an orphanage.

David wanted to say that Bruce Wayne wasn't much better than you, but it didn't feel like a consolation.

Not far from the restaurant on the second floor, several directors of the Wayne Group were having dinner at the invitation of William Earl.

"Bruce, you're here?"

When he saw Bruce Wayne arrive with two female models in this setting, he was taken aback, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

He had treated this guy's return with great fanfare, thinking it would take some effort to persuade the board of directors again.

"Mary, here she is!"

At the corner of the stairs, Selena waved to a girl dressed provocatively who was walking up to the second floor.

Pushing down her sunglasses, Mary glanced at the tall and imposing David, gave him a seductive smile, and sat down in her seat.

"What you want."

An envelope wrapped in brown paper was placed on the table and pushed towards Selena.

David frowned. The man's pupils were slightly dilated, and he didn't seem very clear-headed, as if he were slightly drunk. Could information from someone like this be reliable?

"Want to eat something here?"

Catwoman provided access to channels that are difficult for ordinary people to access, with David paying for it. After paying, Selena invited the woman to sit down and have something to eat.

"No, I don't like the atmosphere here; it makes me uncomfortable."

After saying that, she stood up, flirtatiously blew David a kiss, and then swayed away without looking back.

"Mary is one of Gotham's people who specialize in information channels."

Her sources weren't high-class: restaurant waiters, street pickpockets, homeless people and orphans, nightclub dancers, drug addicts you could find anywhere in the alleys, and corrupt police officers in the station…

Seeing David's skepticism about the reliability of the source, Selena handed him the envelope while explaining.

"However, her information is usually very reliable."

Most of them are even first-hand.

The best informants are those who are so familiar to others yet so inconspicuous.

"Betray information about the gang leader you described as terrifying."

She doesn't seem scared at all?

David said.

"That's just how Gotham is."

Screaming police cars in pursuit, shattered windows, piercing screams, filthy lewd laughter echoing through the alleys—Gotham has too many things to fear and worry about. If you're constantly afraid, you might as well not do anything all day.

She replied as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"It seems that the delicious food I ordered can only be enjoyed by myself."

The two sat in a corner by the window on the second floor. The catwoman elegantly enjoyed her meal while he quietly flipped through the messages he had just received.

He was surprised to see Bruce Wayne here again, but he had no interest in going up to say hello.

Batman is not a suitable person to associate with.

"Even if he can provide a considerable amount of emotional points."

In the past few days, David has occasionally caught glimpses of Batman's emotional state.

Template integration rate: 36%

I'm planning to write a few hundred more words; the second chapter will have to wait a while.

Chapter 57. What was he afraid of?

Template integration rate: 36%

During this period, the progress of David's fusion template has hardly fallen behind.

Bruce Wayne often thought about things related to him, his emotions mostly consisting of doubt, suspicion, and worry...

"From morning till night, he rarely stops."

One of Batman's most prominent personality traits is his paranoia. Even with his friends, if he perceives them as threatening or potentially out of control, he will secretly prepare a contingency plan.

However, what's commendable about this person is that he doesn't apply double standards; he treats himself the same way he treats others, and even more harshly.

His plan to prevent himself from losing control was to have his parents' graves dug up and attack him while he was angry and irrational.

"Let's get Avery sorted out quickly and get back to town."

Compared to Batman, David prefers to draw emotional responses from Clark, even if Clark is a bit more of a saint than Batman.

Mary's message was very brief, with no photos, only handwritten text.

It's not hard to understand why gang leaders like Falcone and Black Mask are not easily photographed; if they are, it means there was an opportunity for a shooting.

"The Roman Cameron Falcone has been mysteriously injured in recent days."

His hands were bandaged, and he unusually wore a suit scarf around his neck, as if to conceal bruises.

David narrowed his eyes upon seeing the message.

There's no need to look at the rest; Avery must have approached the Romans.

Bruce Wayne and the others were having a meal and chatting. When the others talked about the vigilantes who had recently appeared in Gotham, he pointed dismissively to his head and commented scornfully.

"That guy who dressed up as a bat might be out of his mind."

“He must not have much to enjoy in his life, otherwise he wouldn’t be so idle as to compete with police officers for jobs.”

The restaurant manager approached, sporting a small mustache, his attitude subtly arrogant: "Sir, please look at your female companion. The restaurant's pool is for decoration; swimming is not permitted."

A playboy with plenty of money, besides driving expensive sports cars and dating female models, knows absolutely no manners.

Bruce Wayne glanced back at the two models he had brought, who were stripped down to their underwear and jumped into the restaurant's decorative pool, playing like two mermaids and splashing water at each other as if no one else was around. This impolite behavior had already attracted the attention of some people.

"I need you to leave."

"I'm sorry, they just have a rather outgoing personality."

Bruce Wayne smiled apologetically and took out his checkbook from his pocket to start signing.

"Sir, it's the same no matter how much tip you give me."

One zero, two zeros... Bruce Wayne casually drew a string of zeros like a scribble, stood up, and nonchalantly stuffed an astronomical check into the manager's chest as if it were a piece of waste paper.

"I want to buy this restaurant."

"New regulations: from now on, swimming in the pool is allowed."

Ignoring the manager who stood there dumbfounded, and the others who were stunned at the table, Bruce Wayne winked at them and jumped into the pool with them, playing around with the two models as if no one else was there.

In the pool, Bruce Wayne, who was deliberately letting loose and trying to create a playboy persona, suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure and froze on the spot.

But the two models didn't freeze; they laughed and splashed water on his face.

Wow!

With water soaking his head and hair plastered to his face, Batman wiped his face, and his flippant smile became somewhat stiff.

Batman's awkward situation is quite rare. David, who was sitting behind the table on the shore, withdrew his interested gaze and got up to leave with Catwoman after finishing their meal.

"Bruce, you look so handsome today."

Let's go buy a few more restaurants elsewhere!

In the pool, two models were still laughing and joking.