American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Now that I've physically cremated that winged guy, boss, where's the next one?"

Xiu En stood on the lightning rod on the clock tower, which was only as wide as a palm, standing on one leg, trying to relieve the heat in his body with this not-so-comfortable posture.

His pupils, now completely golden-red, were scanning the dark streets below, like a radar that could operate at full power even without being plugged in.

"The West District? Or the South Wharf? I feel great right now, I could totally go check out a few more junkyards."

He pressed one hand against his slightly trembling chest, and with the other hand he made a cutting gesture in the air.

"That's all."

The voice coming from the other end of the headset was calm, even somewhat indifferent, accompanied by a subtle sound of data streams being flipped.

"You're not the only janitor in all of Gotham. In the three minutes you were wrestling with that clock, that guy in the red tights ran two laps around the Inland River and turned six guys trying to invade the sewers through the drainpipes into fragments in a whirlwind. That alien reporter in the red cape is back in Metropolis now working on his early morning story, and before he left, he threw ten from the South District straight into orbit outside the atmosphere to sunbathe."

"The other vampires have been dealt with by the other heroes, and now only you haven't returned."

Xiu En's expression fell.

"Huh? That's my monster! No, I mean, that's the exercise equipment I ordered for my morning workout!"

"And you should be able to hear my voice in the background from here at the manor."

It seems that Batman turned off noise reduction in the communication for a few seconds, as if to prove something.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers and the sound of champagne bottles being opened rang out.

You can faintly hear Flash's indistinct "I want to eat that lobster" and Green Lantern's argument that "Hal Jordan is the MVP."

"We're not just working, we're celebrating. The divine punishment is over, and the mess on Earth-3 and this little farce on our home planet are all coming to an end tonight. Although it's nominally my estate, I'm more like a sucker paying the bill for a bunch of starving ghosts now."

Bruce paused, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Ah Fu made your favorite food. If you don't find a way to cool yourself down and come back, then I won't get any to eat either."

Xiu En looked down at himself.

It's still smoking.

The surface temperature was high enough to fry an egg or vaporize any mosquitoes that dared to fly into it. Although the battle was over after the Golden Crow's bloodline was activated, this body clearly hadn't fully adapted to the feeling of having extremely high temperatures inside its lungs.

"Tch, stealing monsters is one thing, but even their food is a problem!"

He pursed his lips in annoyance, but the next second the turbulent golden arcs of electricity around his body suddenly contracted inward.

"Save me a seat. If I find out that bastard Hal, who used his ring to turn into a prosthetic leg to steal food, dares to touch the piece of meat I've got my eye on, I'll chew his lamp ring up like a broad bean."

There were no takeoff preparations or any preheating of the anti-gravity engines.

The air at the top of the clock tower distorted in an instant, leaving only the lightning rod tip, which had been heated red-hot for a moment, and a golden streak that tore through the last ray of darkness before dawn.

Xiu En began his return journey.

This time, he deliberately avoided all the dark clouds; he didn't want to cause a thunderstorm on the way.

After one night.

Although there were otherworldly battles and vampire parties before.

But for the residents of Gotham, apart from noticing a slightly stronger smell of barbecue in the smog this morning, there was no difference.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of Martha Wayne Home.

As soon as the car door opened, a wave of heat, noticeably higher than the surrounding environment, rushed out, causing even the puddles on the roadside to evaporate.

The scene here is completely different from that dilapidated neighborhood.

The dense vines wove themselves onto the wall like a conscious fence, and the giant sunflowers even turned on their own in the overcast Gotham day when the sun was out, uniformly pointing their flower heads at the man who had just gotten out of the car, as if he were the only sun.

"Turn your temperature down."

Ivy walked ahead, gently brushing her hand across a broad leaf that reached out to be touched. Her green fingertips could feel the plant's joy even without using her powers.

The ivy covering the wall was blooming with tiny white flowers.

"If you burn all these automated defense networks that I've spent several nights designing, you'll be sleeping in the cellar with that big guy who only talks about Mondays."

"I want to too, Ivy, but there aren't any instructions yet."

There seemed to be two small, ever-burning flames in Xiu En's pupils.

With each step he took, the paving stones beneath his feet became a little cleaner.

All the mold and moss were instantly purified by this pure yang energy.

This doesn't look like a nursing home; it looks like a high-powered humanoid ultraviolet lamp is conducting a thorough disinfection.

He took a deep breath; the air was filled with the fresh scent of plants and a faint, almost imperceptible, sweet smell of earth.

"Ha, it smells so good here. Bruce's mansion is just a bit pricey, but when it comes to comfort, this place is the place to be."

The earth suddenly began to tremble rhythmically.

"Solomon...saw the light!"

Accompanied by a childish but loud cheer, a huge gray-white figure burst out from behind the building under construction at the orphanage.

When Solomon saw Shuon, the monster whose mind was stuck in a child's stage, his eyes widened.

For Grandi, who has spent decades in the dark swamp, Shuen is now the person he values ​​most.

The heavy truck lunged at them with its arms outstretched.

"Wait! Don't touch me! I have several hundred degrees Celsius!"

"Sizzle!"

Fortunately, Solomon seemed unfazed by the heat, giving only a huge, slightly burnt-smelling hug.

The intense heat from Hugh's body merely curled the few remaining hairs on Grandy's chest and added a touch of distressing to Solomon's new clothes.

On the contrary, Grandi seemed to be enjoying the hot sensation, letting out a low growl similar to the purring of a large feline.

"Warm... sparkly..."

Xiu En struggled to get himself out of those muscles that were even harder than him, and moved his neck, which was a little hot from the pressure, slightly.

"Well, looks like I'm being used as a heater again."

He patted the big guy's arm helplessly.

"Relax a bit, waiter, let me in first."

Where his gaze passed over Grandi's shoulder, the entrance to the orphanage hall, which had been somewhat uneasy due to the previous turmoil, was now extremely quiet.

Looking at Xiu'en, who was surrounded by vines and radiated a warm, comforting golden light that was not dazzling but rather heartwarming, the children, one of them, started to draw a symbol that looked like the sun on their chests in a rather serious manner.

"Brother Xiu En is back!"