American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's too brutal."

Xiu En shook his head and reached out to cover the sunflower head on his shoulder.

"Not suitable for children, and not suitable for flowers either. Let's go, the boss is venting his midlife crisis, let's get down to business."

He walked past the scene of the ongoing one-sided violence and slipped into the city hall as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

After Bain's failure.

The hall was filled with fleeing civilian staff and soldiers in disarray; no one had time to pay attention to this strange man who was glowing all over.

"Down there! I can feel it, there, it's Serena!"

Ivy's voice came from the flowerpot, filled with obvious anxiety.

"It's on the second basement level! Hurry up, you glowing snail!"

"What's the rush? This is the city hall. What if there are some valuable antiques here... oh dear!"

A thin vine lashed out at Xiu En's earlobe.

"You can move the body after you've rescued them! Now, immediately!"

Following Ivy's directions, Xiu En kicked aside several unlucky guys who tried to block his way and arrived at the serious offender ward on the second basement floor.

The security level here is obviously very high, but most of the guards are now lying on the ground.

Moreover, their postures were very uniform, and they were all flicked between the eyebrows.

"Looks like someone's faster than us."

In front of a heavy alloy gate, the man in the red helmet and several rebel soldiers were squatting on the ground, fiddling with a complex electronic decoder.

"Damn it, this lock was custom-made by Bain; it's even harder to work with than military-grade encryption."

Jason cursed without turning his head.

"Did the old man dismantle the top? The vibration is so strong."

"Pretty much, he's giving Bain plastic surgery."

Xiu En stepped forward, glanced at the electronic screen that was counting down, and curled his lip.

"Get out of the way, red barrel. Since it's a special lock, it needs a special key."

Before Jason could react, Hugh placed his hand on the half-meter-thick alloy door.

"call--"

With a breath carrying a faint golden mist, the indestructible alloy door was instantly refined.

The metallic aura is not only about the high temperature and cutting on the surface, but also carries a kind of metal-controlled, rule-suppressing force.

The originally dense metal instantly collapsed, turning into a pool of red-hot molten iron that flowed down.

"What is this? Magic?"

Jason stared at the still-bubbling puddle of the door on the ground, and his eye twitched.

"No, this is called thermal expansion and contraction, it's physics, do you understand?"

Xiu En spouted nonsense with a straight face, then kicked open the remaining half of the door panel.

The space behind the door was not large, containing only a restraint chair and a life support pod that emitted a chill.

A woman with short black hair, wearing a tight leather outfit, was chained to a chair. Although she looked somewhat weak, her green eyes still shone with an indomitable light.

"Serena!"

Ivy screamed, and several emerald green vines shot out from Xiu En's shoulder, gently wrapping around the woman's wrists and freeing her from her restraints.

"sunflower?"

"Is this... some kind of new costume party?"

Catwoman clearly disliked the vines.

Next to Catwoman was the atomizing device, which was releasing poison gas into the ventilation ducts. Jason violently dismantled the device.

Red Hood shook the pliers in his hand, glanced at the sunflower next to him who was trying to weave a stretcher for Catwoman with vines, then glanced at Catwoman with a wary look in her eyes, and sighed.

"Listen, ma'am. Although your impression of Poison Ivy is that of a madwoman trying to turn Gotham into a man-eating flower garden, and last month she even tried to feed you to her precious Venus flytrap."

Jason's voice sounded somewhat muffled through the helmet.

"So, it's a normal physiological reaction for you to feel uncomfortable right now, but she shouldn't be the Poison Ivy of this world, so there's no need to be so wary."

"Who are you? Poison Ivy...?"

Serena's body, which had been slightly relaxed due to being rescued, tensed up instantly.

She instinctively withdrew her hand from the sunflower she had been reaching for, her eyes no longer filled with confusion, but with raw fear and disgust.

"Take that thing away! Get away from me!"

Even weakened, Catwoman struggled to move backward, as if the lush green vines were some deadly venomous snake.

The sunflower on Xiu En's shoulder froze.

The leaf that had been reaching out to wipe the dust off Serena's cheeks awkwardly stopped in mid-air, and finally slowly, little by little, curled back.

"I...I'm not that..."

Ivy's voice was soft, but Serena clearly didn't want to hear an explanation from a plant monster.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"Alright, Red Bucket, if you ever try to sell insurance with that mouth of yours, you'll probably get beaten to death."

Xiu En suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

He reached out and pushed Jason aside, then used the collar of his trench coat to block Ivy's view of Serena.

"Since this lady doesn't need VIP service, let's save our effort."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently flicked the head of the drooping sunflower on his shoulder with his finger.

"Let's go, Little Flower. Let's go home. Don't bother with such an ignorant stray cat. Next time I'll catch you a prettier one, the kind that can do backflips."

"……Fool."

Although Ivy's voice was still muffled, the impending outburst of grievance seemed to have been somewhat diluted by this unreliable words of comfort.

Hugh didn't look at Serena again and turned to leave.

But in the instant he turned around, a few thin vines emerged from the shadow beneath his feet, silently supporting Serena's swaying body and delivering her into Jason's hands.

This was Ivy's final act of tenderness, and also her final farewell to her best friend in the world.

"Thanks, bro."

Jason watched Shuen's departing figure, then glanced at his catwoman stepmother in his arms, whose expression was complicated, and muttered something under his breath.

He knew that the talkative, glowing guy had probably written him down in his little notebook.

When Shuen led Ivy out of the city hall, the battle outside had completely ended.

The once invincible Bane is now like a specimen, embedded in a pillar, while the shadowy figure in enchanted armor stands atop the ruins, overlooking this unfamiliar city.

"it's over?"

When Bruce saw Shuen emerge, he controlled his armor to descend, the visor sliding open to reveal his deep eyes.

"The person was rescued, but I'm not in a good mood."

Xiu En pointed to the sunflower on his shoulder, whose flower head had completely closed and was pretending to be dead.

"Boss, you'll have to pay extra when we get back, for emotional distress."

Bruce glanced at Jason and Catwoman behind him, seemingly understanding something, and nodded silently.

"We'll talk about it when we get back. Ah Fu, I mean, the Ah Fu from our world, will prepare a midnight snack. You know, he's a great cook."