American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

night.

Bat cave.

The enormous underground cavity was as bright as midday in Las Vegas, with all the shadows discreetly retreating to the rock crevices in the far corners.

At this moment, Hugh looked more like an unlucky kid who had been sent to the emergency room for binge eating, provided that what he ate wasn't the kind of high-energy antimatter bomb that could explode the entire Gotham City and the surrounding seas.

"belch--!"

He lay on Wayne Technologies' medical table, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a golden-red arc of light shot out—the aftershocks of N-metal that hadn't been immediately digested.

"My God, that stuff tastes really, cough cough... too spicy."

His body was switching back and forth between blindingly bright and normal bright light at a frequency of three times per second, like a super breathing light with a faulty connection.

A sunflower is busy on his chest.

Pamela Ivy's lush green vines, like the most nimble fingers, continuously pressed banana leaves, still glistening with dew, onto Xiu En's burning forehead.

"Shut up, don't talk, you'll leak your energy!"

The sunflower's flower head looks very anxious.

Ivy clearly saw this as a rescue attempt.

"You brainless, greedy bastard who thinks nothing but eating! Do you even know your body temperature?!"

Although she cursed fiercely, her cool leaves, which contained natural energy, stuck to her tightly. Every time one of them withered due to contact with high temperatures, she would immediately sprout a new one to replace it.

For plants, such strong sunlight is usually a pleasure, but at such close range it is like being scorched, yet she didn't even move her roots.

Bruce Wayne stood with his arms crossed, looking at the holographic analysis screen that was even displaying "ERROR" due to energy overflow.

"Besides flashing around here, you can also complain about the spiciness? I'm even more curious about your species composition, Xiu En."

After realizing that Xiu En seemed to be fine, he started joking around.

"Afu, write this down. This may be the first time we have obtained intuitive data on the metabolism of nitrogen in carbon-based organisms."

Alfred, the real Alfred.

They remain professional even now.

He even wore sunglasses while recording data.

"Young Master, given that the original purpose of that thing was to wipe out half of the central city, I think we should be glad that Xiu En has a good appetite."

As the old housekeeper spoke, he pushed over a small cart that was even fitted with lead plates, on which was placed a ten-kilogram tank of high-purity liquid nitrogen.

"Also, the guest who looks just like me has been interrogated. Compared to this radiant gentleman, he seems quite quiet now. However, Shuen, if you plan to try nuclear fuel rods next time, please be sure to inform the kitchen before the meal, so I can at least mentally prepare myself with some stomach medicine."

"I'm doing this to protect the safety of the people and their property in the city center!"

As Xiu En defended himself, he felt as if he had a small sun inside his stomach.

With a final, loud gurgling sound, the light emanating from his body suddenly burst forth, turning the leaf that Ivy had stuck to his head into ashes.

The black-gold carnivorous plant remained crouched under the medical bed, even drooling. It seemed to regard the light emanating from Xiu En, which carried the scent of N metal, as some kind of dessert buffet, and was sucking it in with its large mouth full of sharp teeth.

"But I must say, the stuff in that box is really cool."

Shuen felt that even if General Zod were standing right in front of him, he could still go up and give him a good beating.

After a while, Bruce began to describe the results of the interrogation.

"Based on the results of biometric comparison and deep consciousness analysis, the bad news is that he did not lie."

Let reading always be a chapter faster than others.

Bruce revealed his face, which still possessed that damnably charming quality even when he was exhausted.

He tossed the holographic data flashing a red warning onto the big screen.

"The good news is that our universe is relatively clean. But that's also bad, because that old guy who claims to be an outsider isn't some illegal clone at all."

"Is that his old flame from the parallel universe?"

Xiu En let out a loud, sizzling burp, then shook the large glass of chilled liquid nitrogen that Ivy had given him as a beverage.

"I knew it! If Afu could portray that gloomy temperament, winning an Oscar would be a game-changer."

Alfred Pennyworth steadily held the tray and placed a freshly cooked steak next to Hugh.

"Shuen, given that I've already seen myself botched my plastic surgery, I have to say I don't have much empathy for that so-called other me."

The old butler's tone carried a hint of dry humor.

"Especially if he also enjoys destroying furniture, like that gentleman who sits there like a luminous Buddha statue."

Bruce wasn't in the mood to appreciate this British-style sarcasm. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

Several incomplete character files were retrieved.

Red lightning.

Green light ring.

The blue alien icon...

"This is a harbinger of an invasion. If he's there, it means we can't solve this problem by just playing in the mud in Gotham."

His finger hovered over the Superman icon for a moment, then he decisively packed the entire folder and added a new, still-unfinished shield-shaped logo on top.

"This is no longer a draft to be discussed later. The formation of the Justice League must be brought forward. Now, immediately."

Bruce turned his head and stared at the energy flow that was still surging around Shuen.

"And it seems that your recipe also demonstrates, to some extent, that we need manpower capable of handling such unscientific events."

"I'm not interested in Boy Scout clubs like yours, which are run by boys."

Ivy used a vine to pluck a still-smoking leaf from Xiu En's arm and threw it into the trash can.

She looked tired, clearly having exhausted herself trying to prevent the humanoid reactor from roasting her or the entire Batcave.

"No matter who you want to fight, aliens, monsters from parallel universes, or even carnivorous weeds, as long as you don't trample on my garden, don't expect me to do any work for free."

She poked Xiu En's shoulder hard.

"And you, if you dare to swallow any random high-energy radioactive material without asking questions next time, I'll plant you in a deep-sea volcano to make a maintenance-free lighthouse."

Xiu En shrugged, picked up the whole steak, and popped it into his mouth like he was eating potato chips.

"Don't be so nervous, Boss Bat. It won't hurt to come a little earlier; at least that fast kid will definitely be happy to join."

He felt the N metal energy within his body that was not yet fully tamed.

"Besides, since the other side is also an Ah Fu, in a sense, this is... an escalated version of a domestic dispute? Do you need me to go and demolish Wayne Manor over there for you too?"

"No, your task now is to avoid blowing yourself up."

Bruce typed a complex string of code into the main console, raising the entire Batcave's defense level to a red, war-like state.

"Barry just contacted me through Afro. As for the others... I'll personally invite them."

He turned around, his cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him, obscuring the menacing photo of the outsider, Afu, on the screen.

"We're going fishing. Since they're coming, let's throw them a welcome party."