American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Now that Mr. Roman has gone inside, the sentiment he left outside is all the more precious. What does this prove? It proves that even as a competitor, he made outstanding contributions to Wayne Corporation's infrastructure project, albeit passively."

The penguin blinked.

"So... is this his achievement, or mine?"

"Of course it's yours."

Xiu En took out the gold button he had just torn off, put it in his mouth and chewed it up.

"You not only provided us with Solomon, but also took the initiative to cover the food expenses for this new employee. Mr. Cobblestone, I can already have a certificate of merit for Best Partner in Gotham East drafted."

Penguin took a deep breath.

He got it.

This luminous being doesn't care about the truth at all.

As long as the outcome is favorable, even if it's a ticking time bomb, he'll just call it New Year's fireworks.

"You're absolutely right, Advisor Shuen."

The penguin quickly put on a fawning smile, as if he hadn't been afraid at all.

"This is my best tribute to Wayne Enterprises and to the light."

When Solomon Grandi finally leveled the entire dilapidated building like building blocks and grinned foolishly at a sign that read "Safety in Production".

"Very good. Today's work has been successfully completed."

Xiu En clapped his hands, the sound drowning out the zombies' roars.

"The workers are in charge of recycling this scrap metal. Solomon is in charge, just make sure he doesn't eat dirt. As for you, my dear new partner..."

He looked at the penguin.

"Lead the way. I want to try the canteen you can feed such a big guy."

"KFC? I mean, since it's a celebration of the collaboration, the Iceberg Club's chefs are also welcome..."

The penguin is trying to struggle to improve its status.

"No, no, no!"

Xiu En waved his hand, opened the car door, and got back into the poor Lincoln.

"Let's go to the place you mentioned. Solomon probably likes fast food; I also think those fried tin foil dishes taste pretty good."

The penguin could only watch in despair as his once prestigious vehicle was now a hearse carrying zombies, sunflowers, and a glowing monster, heading towards the next stop of this terrible day.

At least he's still wearing his suit and hasn't lost his head. In Gotham's business, that's the best Tuesday ever.

Soon after.

The KFC manager had never seen this way of eating before, let alone this strange combination.

A luminous body that could save the store all its lighting costs.

A gangster penguin who is a frequent name on television's wanted lists.

And then there's that gray giant sitting on the ground, his head almost touching the ceiling, stuffing a whole plate of hamburgers into his mouth.

"Mmm...delicious..."

Solomon Grandi made a muffled murmur, a sound that could only be uttered after satisfaction.

The sauce smeared all over his rough chin and even dripped onto his tattered suit.

He ignored the customers around him who were huddled in the corner in fear or even ran away without paying.

In his world at that moment, there was only the food in his hand and the person in front of him who was warmer than the sun.

"Eat slowly, big guy."

Xiu En sat in an unusually small chair, holding a glass of cola in his hand, the liquid bubbling unsettlingly as Xiu En unconsciously heated it.

"Nobody's going to steal it from you. Unless Bill wants to go back and dig the gates of hell again."

At the cashier, Coppert looked at the long bill that had been printed out, listing enough hamburgers to feed a small special forces unit for a week.

"Would you like to add a toy from the kids' meal, sir?"

The trembling cashier asked in a low voice.

The Penguin took a deep breath; the great head of the Cobblepot family had now become a babysitter for zombies.

"add."

He had to maintain a facade of elegance on his face.

"Give him the biggest one."

A plastic toy the size of half a fingernail was placed on top of that mountain of hamburgers, and a glimmer of light appeared in the giant's bloodshot and cloudy eyes.

"Light...for Solomon...fish?"

Solomon carefully picked up the little plastic gadget with two fingers as thick as carrots, and held it up to his eyes as if it were a rare treasure.

"You earned it yourself, big guy."

Xiu En rested his chin on his hand, and the light enveloping him seemed to automatically adjust to a warm golden hue, similar to the sunset, to adapt to the atmosphere.

"In Gotham, it's not shameful to earn a living through labor, even if you're doing it by demolishing other people's abandoned homes."

"Solomon...has no home..."

The giant's mood suddenly plummeted.

He held the clownfish in his hand, but even his unconscious grip was perfectly controlled, without crushing the fragile plastic.

"Solomon... doesn't want to go back to the box. The box is dark. The box is cramped. The box has rats."

Solomon's voice sounded like a huge, wronged child complaining to his parents.

Xiu En was stunned for a moment.

In Shu En's memory before his time travel, Solomon Grandi was always that brainless monster who was "born on Monday and died on Sunday," the villains' best henchman and the heroes' punching bag for racking up achievements.

In Shu En's memory before his time travel, Solomon Grandi was always that brainless monster who was "born on Monday and died on Sunday," the villains' best henchman and the heroes' punching bag for racking up achievements.

He died countless times, and crawled out of the swamp of slaughter countless times. In this recurring nightmare, perhaps no one ever really asked him if he wanted this kind of immortality.

"He used to be a person too."

Xiu En muttered to himself.

He remembered the story behind the name.

Cyrus Gold, a soul equally filled with sin but ultimately met such a tragic end.

Xiu En stood up.

He placed his hand on Solomon Grandi's knee.

Because this is the only way you can go if you stand still.

Xiu En's lungs hurt terribly, as if they were telling him to stop using his strength, but Xiu En didn't care. A gentler, white-gold ripple spread across his palm.

Solomon stared in astonishment.

The light wasn't hot; it was more like the first warm ray of sunshine on the surface of a swamp in winter. It lessened the stinging pain that had accompanied his bone marrow for centuries. As the pain subsided, he would no longer be so irritable and easily angered.

"No need to go back to the box."

Shuen looked up at the giant, his pupils reflecting the giant's stunned and shocked face.

"Wayne Corporation may be ruthless at times, but they're not so poor that they make you, an employee, sleep in a box. They provide food and lodging here."

"Really...really?"

Solomon's voice trembled; he instinctively didn't want to believe it, but the warmth on his knees was real, and the feeling of fullness in his stomach was real.

"Cough cough, really. As long as this penguin doesn't go back on his word, I'll build you the biggest house in all of Gotham on the construction site."

Xiu En pointed to the people bustling about outside the window; they were the actual construction team preparing to enter the site.

"Outside, whether it's Monday or Sunday, you don't need to go back to the swamp anymore."

Solomon remained silent for a long time.

Then, he suddenly made a movement that even startled Ivy.

He lowered his head, which was covered in grease and scabs, and awkwardly rubbed it against Xiu En's shiny forehead.

Perhaps it was because he felt that this was the best way to pay tribute to the light.

"Solomon... good boy."