American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Bruce didn't even look up at Shuen, his fingers flying across the holographic keyboard, leaving only afterimages.

"No bait needed. I already have a pretty good idea of ​​who they are."

His voice was as calm as if he were reading an autopsy report, and you could not tell that he had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Besides, with your current luminosity, throwing you out would only attract moths, not owls."

A string of complex A-match data flashed across the screen, eventually settling on individual names, but Bruce quickly minimized it, leaving only the Wayne Enterprises logo.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, top floor of Wayne Tower."

Bruce turned around, pointing his uninjured finger at Shuen, then at the mask.

"If you're so interested in this, why don't you come with me to meet its owner? I think he'll be delighted to see a living miracle."

The system panel in front of Xiu En's retina was flashing wildly.

[A high-level energy source, "Dionysian Factor (Fragment)," has been detected.]

[The parsing process has started... Estimated time: 100 days.]

[Acceleration Plan A: Invest Faith Points. Acceleration Ratio: 100 points/day.]

[Acceleration Plan B: Burn host lifespan. Acceleration ratio: 1 day of lifespan / 1 day of parsing progress.]

"One hundred days? Are you trying to kill me?"

Xiu En mentally gave the system the middle finger. Only a fool would risk their life for progress.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the guest rooms on the second floor.

There was a fanatic taking a bath there.

It seems it's time to slightly squeeze the spiritual world of believers in order to facilitate the evolution of the gods.

"Before everyone starts discussing how to save Gotham, perhaps the emptiness in our stomachs needs to be filled more?"

Alfred silently pushed a small silver food cart over.

The food cart only had a few plates of grilled cheese sandwiches and a pot of borscht that smelled of tomatoes.

"Considering Mr. Hugh's special constitution, I added twice the amount of red meat to this soup."

The old butler brought a bowl of bright red hot soup to Hugh, and handed Bruce a glass of dark green vegetable juice.

"As for you, sir, you need to replenish your vitamins and electrolytes."

Bruce stared at the unidentified liquid, his brow furrowed so deeply it could have trapped a fly, but he still accepted it under Afu's kind gaze.

"We'll talk about tomorrow's problems tomorrow."

Hugh grabbed a sandwich without hesitation, and the stretchy cheese instantly soothed his wounded soul in the sewers.

"Also, could you please send my bodyguard, who's taking a shower, a decent set of pajamas? I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night to find an owl perched on my bedside table."

"It's all arranged, right next to yours."

Afu smiled as he tidied up the empty wine glasses on the coffee table.

"Also, sweet dreams, Mr. Mitsuhito."

Bruce finished the last sip of vegetable juice, grabbed the mask, stood up, and gave Shuen a deep look: "Don't die."

Shuen watched Bruce limp away behind the hidden door leading to the Batcave, then turned and gulped down the sweet soup in his bowl.

The warm flow surged into the stomach through the esophagus, and the system's cold countdown didn't seem so bothersome anymore.

As long as that so-called mastermind is still in Wayne Tower, this piece of meat will not escape.

As for now...

Only a fool would choose to contemplate life when he has a soft bed to sleep in.

……

……

Nine o'clock the next morning.

The wind on the top floor of Wayne Tower is strong enough to mess up the hair of any ordinary billionaire, but it can't mess up Bruce Wayne's slicked-back hair.

Xiu En, holding a super-sized caramel macchiato he'd gotten for free, sat on the edge of the helipad, his legs dangling hundreds of meters in the air.

Before him, dozens of well-dressed big shots who usually wielded power in Gotham huddled like quails.

Bruce stood before them, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, but the aura he exuded was even more oppressive than Batman's.

"I don't care what kind of childish games you played in this so-called courtroom before, wearing masks."

Bruce's voice was torn apart by the wind high above.

"Starting today."

I want to see your money flowing into orphanages!

"Flowing towards municipal construction!"

"Flowing to where it is truly needed!"

"Otherwise, I'll have Wayne Enterprises' legal and audit teams move into your house."

"That's well said, Bruce. I'm almost moved."

A chilling voice interrupted Bruce's speech.

The door to the top floor entrance was violently pushed open, and a man wearing silver-gray power armor strode out.

He had a striking resemblance to Bruce, but his eyes burned with a maddening jealousy.

Lincoln March.

Or rather, the man who called himself Thomas Wayne II.

"Unfortunately, these friends may not have the chance to atone for their sins."

Lincoln opened his arms as if embracing the entirety of Gotham.

"Because I have awakened the sleeping claws of the entire city. They are on their way here now, but before that..."

He chuckled dismissively, tracing a circle on the edge of the building with his finger: "They'll deal with that troublesome Batman first. Once that big bat is dead, I'll personally escort you to meet our dear parents, my good brother."

Hugh stopped biting the straw, stared wide-eyed at Lincoln, then turned to look at the expressionless Bruce, almost spitting out his coffee.

"puff……"

Xiu En covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling violently.

This guy actually wants to kill Batman first and then Bruce? That's like someone saying they want to kill Superman first and then come back to deal with Clark Kent.

Bruce tilted his head slightly, giving Shuen a "shut up" look, then turned to Lincoln, his eyes fixed on him like he was looking at a mentally challenged child: "So, your plan is to send your men to search the entire city for Batman, while you're here... waiting for news?"

"This is tactical, Bruce. A pampered young master like you wouldn't understand."

Lincoln raised his chin smugly.

Just as this joyful moment was beginning, a new window suddenly popped up on the system panel in front of Xiu En.

High concentrations of Dionysus factor carriers (Lincoln March) were detected.

[Analysis task has been assigned. The current target contains complete regenerative serum.]

Xiu En squinted.

One hundred days is too long; he seizes every minute.

Since the main party has come knocking on our door, it would be a shame not to take advantage of this whole mess.

Moreover, if Lincoln knew that one of his proud henchmen had been turned by him last night, and that Batman was standing right in front of him, his expression would be priceless.

"I don't understand tactics?"

Bruce unbuttoned one button on his suit jacket, a movement as elegant as if he were preparing for a dinner party.

"But I understand efficiency. Lincoln, have you ever wondered why Batman never responds to your provocations?"

"Because he was scared!"

Lincoln roared.

"Just as weak as you!"

"No."

Xiu En finally swallowed the coffee and interjected.

"Is it possible that he's busy listening to your nonsense so he can figure out where your 'little friends' stand?"