American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En pointed at the lumps of deformed monsters.

After carefully examining the bloody, mangled world for a few seconds, he turned his head and earnestly complained to the blond man next to him who had just taken on the role of project manager.

"See those monsters over there? They all look more and more deformed than the last."

He frowned, his face showing undisguised disgust.

"real!"

He added another sentence, then shook his head with great regret.

"You're not even as good-looking as my golden retriever."

nice?

Is this some new threat codename?

Or is it a special word used by some higher-dimensional being to express emotions?

He tried to decipher the sarcasm, the test, or any other logically explainable intention hidden in Xiu En's sincere gaze.

But no, he only saw aesthetic comparisons.

The sunflower petals shook in agreement.

"These randomly growing tumors are indeed inferior products that severely waste nutrients; from an evolutionary perspective, they are a complete failure."

"Yes, you see, even Little Flower understands."

Rorschach, huddled in the corner, overheard this conversation.

Sin...beauty and ugliness...things that were once clearly distinct in his mind now seemed to be equated with something strange.

Xiu En waved his hand, and seeing that the two seemed to have regained their spirits, he made the scarlet scene that could kill someone with trypophobia disappear on the spot, and the control room returned to its bright and simple modern style.

"Forget it, there's no rush to get the work done."

He sized up the two new employees in front of him.

One had just restarted but was clearly still recovering, while the other simply sat on the ground drawing circles.

Xiu En sighed, feeling that his business skills seemed a bit lacking. How could he have made his employees so distracted so soon after joining the company?

"Look at you two, you look like you're half-dead."

"Working like this is too inefficient."

"How dare you say that..."

Ivy couldn't help but complain.

"Anyway, we've got the stone!"

Xiu En clapped his hands and made the final decision.

That's all for today's work. Let's pack up and get ready to go home.

"get off work?"

Adrian swore he had never heard the word before.

"Yes, I'm going home after get off work."

Xiu En said matter-of-factly.

Loki stepped forward with a smile.

"Our generous new boss has decided to provide his two employees, namely you, with a paid leave before the project officially starts, giving you ample time to adapt to the new work environment and complete pre-job training."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Adrian and Rorschach.

"Don't worry, the company benefits are excellent!"

Loki introduced it elegantly.

"The staff quarters are located at Wayne Manor on the outskirts of Gotham City. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh. It is equipped with the best butler in the entire galaxy. The cookies he bakes have even been certified by the gods."

"Of course, your direct supervisor, Mr. Bruce Wayne, will also personally host an informal welcome party for you."

Wayne Manor?

Bruce Wayne?

Xiu En was already getting impatient.

"Loki, stop talking nonsense."

He waved to the man in the green robe.

"Open the door, let's go home."

"Yes, ma'am."

Loki smiled and bowed, then lightly swiped his finger again.

The painting, composed of paused time, began to ripple like water.

"Then...my base..."

Adrian glanced subconsciously at the result of his life's work.

"Oh, this."

Loki said nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, I'll pack it up and take it with me as one of the fixed assets for our new company's launch. Your advanced servers and life support systems should still be useful in future projects."

The blue-purple lynx seemed to sense the atmosphere of parting. It meowed uneasily and snuggled close to Adrian's legs.

"And this cat, bring it along too!"

"It feels good."

And so, the former savior and judge of hell, along with their possessions and pets, were passively subjected to the new company's first cross-dimensional team-building activity.

A spatial rift unfolded amidst the Antarctic blizzard.

"My work is done."

After Loki magically compressed the base into a shimmering glass sphere, which Shuon then stuffed into his trench coat pocket, the God of Stories straightened his collar and wore a satisfied smile, as if he had accomplished his mission.

"The story has begun, the actors are in their positions, and the stage is set. As for how the plot will unfold?"

He glanced at the spatial rift leading to DC Gotham.

"As the screenwriter, I shouldn't interfere too much with your improvisation."

Xiu En raised an eyebrow, sensing that this guy was trying to slip away.

"Aren't you coming back with us for a late-night snack?"

he asks.

"No, thank you for your kindness."

Loki's smile was impeccable.

"The retired director in blue, Dr. Manhattan, and I still have some academic questions to discuss regarding narrative weighting and timeline editing."

He waved.

"I hope your new company won't have gone bankrupt by the time we meet again. Have a great time in Gotham, you and your new employees."

He waved.

"I hope your new company won't have gone bankrupt by the time we meet again. Have a great time in Gotham, you and your new employees."

As soon as he finished speaking, Loki and his horned helmet turned into green specks of light and disappeared without a trace into the eternal blizzard of the Watchers universe.

"Hmph, runs faster than anyone else."

The sunflower commented dismissively, its petals even spitting in the direction Loki had disappeared.

Shuon shrugged, completely unconcerned about Loki's escape.

He turned his head and looked at the two new employees behind him.

"Let's go, gogogo!"

He grabbed Adrian and Rorschach like he was carrying two sleepy chicks, and stepped into the spatial rift.

The transformation of space happens in an instant.

One second it was a cold blizzard in Antarctica.

The next second, a waft of air carrying the aroma of coffee wafted over.

They found themselves in a huge, dark cave filled with rocks and high-tech artifacts.

Several huge blue holographic screens floated in mid-air, the sound of a waterfall roared in the distance, the temperature was pleasant, and the lights were bright.

A figure dressed in a tight-fitting black tactical uniform with a huge bat logo printed on the chest stood with his back to them in front of a huge screen, on which flashed a complex stream of data that made Xiu En's head spin.

The moment Xiu En's figure appeared, the figure turned around.

It was Bruce Wayne.

His face showed signs of fatigue. When his gaze swept over Shuen and the two strangely different, expressionless strangers Shuen was carrying, as well as the trembling blue-purple lynx, even Batman's composure couldn't help but cause his eyebrows to twitch violently.

"Welcome back, Xiu En."

Bruce took half a second to process the surreal scene before him.

"It seems you had a very fruitful trip."

His gaze swept over Adrian and Rorschach's enigmatic ink-stained masks, as well as the lynx that clearly didn't belong to Earth's ecosystem, and his brain's threat assessment system began to frantically alarm.

"Oh, it's alright."

Shuen casually tossed the two people and the cat to the ground. Adrian steadied himself in an elegant half-squat and comforted the frightened Bubastis in his arms.

Rorschach fell to the ground without any reaction, like a stone.

"Bruce, let me introduce you."

Xiu En plopped down in a chair, picked up a cup of coffee next to him, and gulped it down.

"These two are my new employees."

Bruce: "..."

He chose to remain silent, gesturing with his eyes for Xiu En to continue.

"That blond guy."

Shuen gestured with his chin toward Adrian, who was cautiously looking around.

"His name... what was it again? Anyway, he's probably the smartest person on Earth in their world. I think he's pretty smart; you could have him help you with some brain-teasing documents, or design some kind of skyscraper or something."

Bruce turned to Adrian, and from the other man's calm but scrutinizing and evaluative gaze, he sensed an aura of extreme rationality and controlling desire, typical of his kind.

Adrian calmly looked back at Bruce. The man in front of him, shrouded in black armor, commanded respect from his demeanor and the eyes hidden behind the mask.

"As for the one who's lying on the ground and won't get up..."

Xiu En looked at Rorschach.

"He's a detective, incredibly skilled in combat, and stubbornly single-minded. If Gotham ever has a case they can't solve, or needs to find someone, just hand him over—he's the perfect fit. A perfect match for his expertise."

Bruce glanced down at Rorschach, who was lying motionless on the ground, and then at Shum.

A look of obvious confusion appeared on his perpetually poker-faced expression.

The smartest person?

A detective with a single-minded mind?

Shuen, are you sure you didn't pick them up from the exercise yard at Arkham Asylum?

"In short, their food and lodging will be on your tab from now on."

Xiu En declared confidently.

Bruce looked at the bizarre combination before him.

He took a deep breath and decided to start with the most basic questions.

"Xiu En".

"Where did they come from?"

"Oh, they came from a place similar to our world, and the art style is dark and gloomy. Oh, right, there's something I forgot to mention."

Xiu En seemed to have just remembered this little thing.

He walked to the edge of the huge exit of the Bat Cave near the waterfall.

From there, you can see directly into the sky above the cave.

Two suns hung side by side in the dim yellow sky.

One sun is the true sun of this universe, located far away.

The other sun, being much closer, appeared enormous, radiating immense divine power and enveloping the entire city in its light.

Xiu En raised his hand and pointed to the golden sun in the sky, which looked even larger and more majestic.

"That bright, dazzling thing in the sky is my true form. By the way, my true form looks just like me. It occasionally goes up to the sky to be the sun for a short while."

Luo Xia gazed at the golden sun outside the cave, a sight that could be described as a miracle, and then looked at Xiu En.

Okay, then that's settled.

He accepted.

And Bruce Wayne...

He simply stood there quietly, looking at Xiu En, and then at the two characters on the ground who clearly didn't belong to his world.

For a long, long time.

This Dark Knight, who was always calm and collected and always had a backup plan, simply raised his hand slowly and wearily rubbed his temples.

"Ah Fu".

He spoke into the communicator.

"Prepare three more... no, four more late-night snacks."

"Maybe, add a bottle of the strongest whiskey."