American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Forty minutes later.

After finishing their meal, the two squatted on a rooftop where pigeons were kept.

Selena was holding a wire in her hand, gesturing back and forth against a rusty padlock.

"Look closely, this is the simplest pin tumbler lock."

She inserted the wire into the keyhole, turning it as she explained.

"Feel the spring inside; when you hear a 'click,' that's it."

Click, the lock opened.

That's it.

Selena tossed the lock aside and proudly raised her chin.

"Come here."

Dior took the wire, squatted down, and gently fiddled with it in the keyhole.

In fact, these tedious steps can be completely skipped.

After all, he has a double; he can just open the door when the time comes.

But he didn't want to reveal his abilities in front of Selena.

So the only option is to start by picking the lock.

In a way, this is like shooting yourself in the foot.

Dior pursed his lips, but patiently continued fiddling with it.

Selena stood behind him, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on the back of his fair neck.

Seeing skin even smoother than her own, her breathing became momentarily erratic.

Wait, what's that?

She frowned and leaned forward.

There was a blurry dark pattern at the junction of her golden hair and collar on her neck.

A tattoo? Doesn't seem like it.

Birthmark? No, that's not right either, birthmarks aren't usually so regular.

Selena instinctively reached out and gently lifted Dior's collar with her fingertips.

On her fair skin, a star-shaped mark lay quietly.

"What are you doing?" Dio's voice suddenly came from above.

Selena looked up abruptly and found that he had stood up at some point, his eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I..." Her face flushed instantly. "I'm just curious! What's that design on the back of your neck? A star? Why did you get a star tattooed on your neck?"

"That's a birthmark," Dio said expressionlessly. "It's something you were born with."

"A birthmark?" Selena paused, taken aback. "A star-shaped birthmark?"

"Hmm." Dio turned around and continued working on the lock. "It's innate."

Selena opened her mouth, wanting to say "You're lying," but looking at his calm profile, she didn't think he was lying.

She recalled the smooth skin her fingertips had just touched, more delicate than anyone she had ever seen.

"Your skin is... quite nice." She made conversation.

"If you look at me again, your payment will be halved." Dio said without turning his head.

Selena wisely shut her mouth.

Click, the lock opened.

Dior stood up and threw the wire to her:

"Next, I want to learn the infiltration strategy."

"it is good."

Selena took the wire, leaped lightly, and landed steadily on the smooth railing of the rooftop.

"I haven't asked you yet, what are you going to steal from the lab?"

"A dangerous, evil technology that Bruce intends to use to develop a way to crack."

A clever lie is nine parts truth and one part falsehood, so Dior also chose this method to get away with it.

"By the way, you should be careful lately, they like to target homeless children."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Selena jumped down from the railing, landing steadily, but her expression seemed a little off.

"Why are you, a little kid, getting involved in this kind of thing? It's completely unnecessary, right?"

Hmm? This tone... is it a test?

Dior frowned slightly, not rushing to answer, but slowly scanning his surroundings.

There are many pigeons on the rooftop, which suggests that someone regularly feeds them.

The pigeons are very wary of strangers, but they weren't afraid of her, so Selena was clearly the feeder.

Dior's gaze shifted to the railing.

The rusty iron pipe had several smooth marks on its surface, worn down by people sitting on it for a long time.

Two locations. One is deeper and lower in position, and it's where Selena's figure is located.

The other spot is slightly shallower and higher up; it belongs to another person, larger than Lina but not by much, probably around the same age.

The two of them come here often.

One was Selena standing in front of him, and the other...

Dior glanced at Selena's figure.

Right.

It was a girl, and the curve of the mark was similar to the curve of Selena's hips, only slightly wider.

Friend? Best friend?

The answer is obvious.

She has a friend who recently went missing, most likely taken away by people from the Indian Mountains.

She wanted to save people, but she was too scared to do it alone. Just as she was struggling with this decision, someone delivered themselves right to her doorstep.

So she pretended to be a restless teenager, using ambiguous and vague reactions to mislead him.

To be honest, she really is a catwoman, isn't she? She actually fooled me?

"Oh."

Dior chuckled softly, not answering her question, but instead suddenly asked,

"What's your friend's name?"

Selena's expression froze for a moment, her voice tightening:

"What friend?"

Dior pointed to the marks on the railing, then looked at the pigeons:

"That person who used to come here with you, hasn't been coming lately, has they?"

Selena pursed her lips.

A knowing glint flashed in Dior's eyes. He leaned closer and whispered, "Taken away?"

silence.

"...How did you know?"

Selena's voice lowered, and the feigned indifference from before was gone.

Dior did not answer, but instead stated his conditions:

"I'll help you rescue people, and you'll help me steal the technology. Let's cooperate."

Selena stared at his retreating figure, something churning in her eyes.

What makes you think you can do it?

"I'm sure I can do it."

Upon hearing this, Selena remained silent for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and reached out her hand to Dior.

"Deal, but I need to see proof that she's alive first."

"Of course, my friend."

Dior took her hand and shook it:

It's a deal.

The great villainous savior saw through Selena's disguise and precisely struck her weak point. Points +300

[You have won the trust of a street hero with your sincerity and courage. The path of justice is no longer lonely. Points +300]

[P.S.: Savior of villains! You've exploited a girl's worries about her friend to achieve your own ends—evil, but efficient. However, you'd better actually rescue her friend, otherwise Catwoman's claws aren't just for stealing.]

[PS: This is what a true hero should be like]

Total Points: 1080

A hint of a smile flashed in Dior's eyes as he looked at the information on the panel.

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Top floor office of the Gotham Chamber of Commerce building.

Theo Gallagher sat in his office chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk, where several photos were scattered.

A blond boy with unusual features and a faint smile on his lips.

"Dio Brando, the adopted son of the Wayne family."

Theo pushed the photo forward and smiled dismissively:

"It seems we're not the only ones eyeing the Wayne family. We'll have to change our plans. The person behind this kid is our competitor."

At the other end of the sofa, Tabitha Galerwin sat with her legs crossed, idly playing with a leather whip.

Her skin was honey-colored, her features delicate yet wild, and her tight leather outfit accentuated her smooth muscle lines.

Tabitha picked up a photograph, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

"He's quite good-looking, why don't I take over and teach this child a lesson?"

Theo glanced at her and shook his head:

"No need, let the madman do it."

"Let's see what these lunatics are really like, and also test this Dio Brando."

Tabitha pouted and tossed the photo back onto the table:

"Whatever, but if he can't even beat that bunch of trash, then it's really no fun."

She leaned back on the sofa, her gaze still fixed on the blond boy in the photo, her thumb gently tracing his fair face.

"An interesting child," she whispered.

Theo turned to look at the Gotham City skyline outside the window, a smile on his lips that no one could decipher.

"Dio Brando... I hope you won't let me down."