American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

It turns out that putting a walking sun and a high-ranking vampire who dies in the light in the same sterile room is a mistake.

Even without physical contact, it's a cruel experiment that only a clown would appreciate.

Xiu En simply moved closer to the isolation glass, and Bruce the vampire, who was tied to the experimental table inside, reacted as if he had been doused with strong acid, with hissing white smoke instantly rising from his skin, making one's scalp tingle.

Zatana's magic had calmed her red eyes slightly, but they immediately rolled back to the ground.

"Hey! I didn't add any UV protection to the shield!"

Zatana, who was busy drawing a magic array on the ground, had to use one hand to bang hard on the glass with her staff, and rolled her eyes at Shuen through the magical shield.

"For the sake of the patient's survival rate, if you don't want our giant bat to deduct all your bonus, could you please go somewhere cool and stay somewhere else?"

Actually, even without her saying anything, Bruce from the main world, who had been watching the monitoring data from the side, had already conveyed the word "go out" very subtly through the green arrow pointing to the door on his armor goggles, though he didn't say anything.

Xiu En shrugged.

The sunflower that had been clinging to the isolation pod, its entire flower head almost pressed against the glass to watch the giant werewolf catwoman, was now facing the most difficult choice of its life.

"Wow, look at that perfect muscle density! Even in werewolf form, he retains the elegance of a feline!"

Ivy's voice was filled with reluctance, and the two sunflower leaves seemed to be two claws trying to grasp fate as they gripped the door frame.

"I'd like to take just a tiny sample, even if it's just a single hair!"

"Let's go, you fangirl."

Xiu En reached out and, as if pulling a radish, plucked the sunflower off the door frame and put it back on his shoulder.

The rough yet natural and practiced movements made one of the armored men in the room twitch.

"If you don't leave, I'll have Afu turn your greenhouse into a garlic plantation."

The sunflower on his shoulder instantly bristled, its golden petals trembling like a washing machine spinning: "You dare! You capitalist who doesn't know how to appreciate beauty!"

Although he was grumbling, when Xiu En actually stepped towards the exit and away from that amusing big cat...

The sunflower obediently turned its head and began to focus its attention on the nano-textures on Xiu En's collar.

After all, while studying the alien dog is interesting, it would be a waste to let this potentially explosive light bulb escape its control and wreak havoc on the fragile, centuries-old trees in the manor.

That's a matter of principle.

Yes, it's definitely for those trees.

Outside the corridor, the afternoon sun seemed particularly gentle to those who had just returned from that hellish place with its continuous red rain.

Shuen wandered aimlessly through the seemingly endless corridors of Wayne Manor.

He probably doesn't realize that he's a bit too bright right now.

Although the two maids passing by tried their best to maintain the professionalism of the Wayne family, they still couldn't help but put on cleaning goggles when they brushed past him.

One of the young maids lowered her head, bowed hastily, and left quickly, clearly having been specifically instructed by Ast not to look directly at the human-shaped light source.

Xiu En was completely oblivious to this. He even idly lit the decorative candles on the candelabra at the corner of the corridor with his finger, and then looked expectantly toward the faint aroma of real food wafting from it.

On his shoulder, Ivy's sunflower seemed to have smelled something too, its flower head turning slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, this is some kind of aroma rich in starch and oil. Is the butler baking cookies?"

Xiu En tried to conceal the light emanating from his body, making himself appear less bright and less conspicuous than before.

The sunflower on the shoulder cooperated perfectly by closing its petals, disguising itself as an ordinary potted plant.

Although if you look closely, you can see that the two leaves are slightly parted, as if waiting to be fed. .

There wasn't a single corner of Wayne Manor that the old butler didn't know, let alone the kitchen, which he held absolute control over.

"If I were you, sir, I wouldn't touch that porcelain jar with the cornflower pattern on the left at this time. The black tea inside hasn't fully steeped yet, and it will taste a little astringent."

Alfred's hands, which were cutting fruit, didn't stop for a second.

"As for the one on the right, unless you want to try the Scottish lamb offal pudding that was just flown in as a punishment dish."

Xiu En's hand, which had been reaching for the porcelain jar, stiffly turned in mid-air and landed in the wicker basket on the marble island countertop.

The heat is transmitted through the gauze, carrying the comforting feeling unique to baked grains.

"And what about this one, Ah Fu?"

The heat is transmitted through the gauze, carrying the comforting feeling unique to baked grains.

"And what about this one, Ah Fu?"

Xiu En pinched a corner of the gauze with two fingers and gently lifted it, revealing a mountain of golden cookies with slightly browned edges.

"Don't tell me this contains liquid kryptonite or nutritional powder extracted from that vampire."

"Just ordinary butter cookies, Hugh."

The old housekeeper turned around and placed the cut fruit platter aside.

"Taking into account your taste, I've halved the sugar content; it's just for afternoon tea."

As the cookie crumbled in my mouth, it was a normal food that belonged to ordinary people, yet brought tears to my eyes.

Damn, it tastes so much better than the one I baked by hand last time!

He narrowed his golden eyes and even let out a satisfied sigh, disregarding his image.

The muscles on the surface of the body that had been unconsciously tense due to the dimensional travel truly relaxed at this moment.

"It's really not bad."

Xiu En leaned against the kitchen counter and grabbed another piece, stuffing it into his mouth.

"If you could work one less day for that paranoid boss of mine and cook for me, I promise I'd pay you your wages even if it meant robbing Bruce's vault."

"That's as if you haven't eaten his cooking at all."

The sunflower finally couldn't resist any longer. Not only did it instantly open its petals and return to its original appearance, but it also tried to roll up a cookie on the table with its leaves. Then it realized that the cookie was too dry for a plant and it couldn't eat it right now, so it disgustedly left it on the table.

"However, I must say, these carbohydrates do effectively reduce the probability of this light-man going berserk! For the safety of the plants in the manor, Ah Fu, please be sure to feed him more."

The sunflower honestly turned its head towards the warm oven, signaling to the old housekeeper to prepare more food.

Ah Fu smiled and pulled out a napkin, handing it over.

"Looks like I need to come up with a long-term, high-calorie menu. Hmm, tonight's dinner will be lasagna."