American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Before the red and yellow afterimage had completely dissipated, at the gate of the Central City hangar.

Good evening, everyone!

Xiu En's voice came through.

"Even if there were a friend here who should live in the water, I would still say that this place is too dark because you don't even have a window for photosynthesis."

He patted the Flash, Barry, on the shoulder, and golden shavings rained down on the young man in the red jumpsuit's face as if they were free.

"Thanks. If it weren't for your pizza delivery service, I might have considered including the remaining half bucket of your family bucket in the delivery fee."

At the head of that enormous circular holographic table, Bruce Wayne's forehead wrinkles, deep enough to trap a mosquito, appeared even more pronounced.

"This is Xiu En."

Bruce began in a calm tone, as if he were explaining nuclear launch codes.

And he completely ignored the plant scent that was spreading like a tidal wave throughout the hall.

"This is what I meant by the uncontrollable factors. And Ms. Pamela Ivy, our ecological advisor for tonight."

He deliberately emphasized the second half of the sentence.

"Uncontrollable?"

A burly man with his upper body covered in golden scales emerged from the shadows.

Arthur Curry raised an eyebrow, casually tapping the legendary Neptune Trident on the ground.

But he quickly hid the trident behind his back.

Because of Xiu En's gaze.

That's not the look a soldier gives when looking at a weapon.

At this moment, Xiu En was like a gourmet who hadn't eaten for three days looking at a plate of freshly cooked top-quality lobster.

"Hey, you're Aquaman, right?"

Xiu En licked his lips and, quite naturally, pointed to the divine weapon from a distance.

"The purity is very high? I guess the texture will be a bit like popping candy with wasabi?"

"If you don't want that to be your last meal in this world."

A woman with long, shiny black hair, sitting on the left, gracefully lowered her crossed legs.

Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, is sitting there.

The golden rope around her waist trembled slightly, as if sensing the presence of some deity.

"Incredible, I can feel the pain in your body, but your mind is incredibly strong."

Wow.

Shuen turned his head, ignoring Hal Jordan, who was conjuring a giant green baseball bat in the air not far away, trying to dim the brightness of the screen.

"Wonder Woman! Great taste!"

The light emanating from him intensified even further, vaguely outlining the rudimentary form of the Shaohao Golden Bird in the air.

"My name is Hugh, I work part-time as a demolition consultant in Gotham, but as for my main job, I can be any profession."

"I am Victor."

The large, half-human, half-machine figure who had been silent in the corner suddenly spoke up. He sensed that if he didn't speak, Xiu En was about to physically hack him. "My firewall indicates that some kind of energy field of yours is attempting to infiltrate me?"

"Don't be so nervous, big guy."

Xiu En chuckled and pulled out half a depleted uranium fuel rod from the pocket of his windbreaker.

"A little something to start the conversation. I got this from the best restaurant in Gotham. It's a bit spicy, but it's really chewy. How about we become friends?"

……

Everyone fell silent.

Apart from Clark Kent.

He gave a good-natured smile: "I guess this is what Bruce meant by the Gotham style?"

Just as Hal Jordan was trying to conjure sunglasses with his Green Light Ring to shield himself from Hugh's outrageous brightness, the space above the conference table melted.

"Although it's impolite to interrupt the boys' party, I did have an invitation after all."

Zatana stepped out of the purple magical vortex.

She snapped her fingers gracefully, calming the stirred air.

"And I also brought some souvenirs. Or rather, gifts from someone who experienced a wasteland world we just saved."

The dangerous aura emanating from the two people who followed the magician instantly made half of the people present tense up.

The one walking in front, wearing a red leather jacket, Jason Todd, exuded a gunpowder-like aura, as if he had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He waved to Bruce Wayne, who was seated at the head of the table, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is your new club? Nice renovation. Much better than our basement, which was full of rats and zombies."

Then he looked at the man of light who was gnawing on a fuel rod: "Hey, God of Light. Your followers are clamoring to erect a statue of you in the square, made of pure gold, of course, dug out of the ruins of an old bank."

"Pure gold?"

Xiu En's previously nonchalant gaze instantly sharpened.

"I told you I left in too much of a hurry that day! That was my service fee!"

But what truly froze the air was the last man.

He was wearing a very high-tech semi-powered armor that was clearly pieced together from various wrecks, with the reactor on his chest emitting a pale blue light.

But what's most striking about him is still his shiny bald head, which would shine in any universe.

Lex Luther.

That name, which in his world was enough to give any hero nightmares, he died, but came back to life, and he ruled their shattered world.

However, in this world, Superman does not yet know the friend who will accompany him for life.

"Don't be nervous, Boy Scouts."

The otherworldly Lex Luthor surveyed the heroes with a calm expression.

"In this happy timeline, I have no plans to rule the world, at least not tonight."

His gaze eventually swept over everyone else and landed on Clark Kent.

Superman instinctively floated a little higher, his hands clenching into fists without his conscious mind.

But Luther just stared at the S logo on the red and blue suit.

What's in his eyes?

disgust?

Nostalgia?

happy?

It's like watching a ghost that has come back from the dead, or like a kind of relief tinged with regret.

That look made him look twenty years older instantly. But in the end, he simply looked away in silence, a self-deprecating sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, you over there."

Xiu En seemed not to understand that complex emotion, or perhaps he simply didn't care; he was more concerned about something else.

He swallowed the last fuel rod, looked Luther's head up and down as if he were spotting a competitor, his head completely devoid of any gleaming hair, and then touched his still-glowing forehead with satisfaction.

"While we're kindred spirits with some common traits, I have to say, when it comes to reflectivity, you lose, man! I'm way brighter than you! And I'm really interested in some kind of alloy on your armor. If you're not planning on eating it, could you share some with me?"

"That's a life support system, you idiot."

Jason from another world reacted quickly and stood in front of Luther, fearing that Shuen would actually take a bite out of him.

"And if it lights up too, it can only mean that his life support armor is about to explode."

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