From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

The party is all settled, the guests have left, and the assailant has been taken away by the police. Now there's only one problem left... your injuries?

Faced with his old butler, who was both a father and a friend, Batman finally told the truth: "An old wound has been torn open, a minor muscle strain. It shouldn't have broken any bones. It will be fine after some rest."

Leo's eyes flickered, and he spoke before Afu could: "How long do you mean by 'resting for a while'? Don't forget, the clown is still at large. If we don't catch him soon, who knows what that madman might do."

In a single sentence, he took down both Batman and Butler.

Yes, the Joker is indeed a problem that urgently needs to be solved...

Taking advantage of the situation, Leo promoted his medicine: "The road conditions are bad right now, and it will take at least another ten minutes to get to your safe house. You've been losing blood, and if you wait until you get there to find a doctor, it will delay the best time for treatment. You might as well try my medicine."

"Look, I'm right here. Even if the medicine doesn't work, I can't run away."

First Signs of Talent: Chapter 74 - The First Pot of Gold Squeezed from Batman!

He might have a point, but... this is Batman!

suspicious!

Very suspicious!

Batman recalled the moment he pulled out the medical kit.

Without incantations, gestures, or even any movement, the item appeared out of thin air in his hand, which certainly didn't seem like a magical ability.

Subspace storage technology?

Assuming this is the truth, how can we stop this ability...?

Leo knew Batman was up to no good the moment he saw the look Batman gave him, the look of someone looking at a criminal suspect.

Some people are so paranoid, they're just too aggressive.

"Just tell me if you're going to buy it or not. If you're not, I'm taking it back!"

Leo was starting to feel numb after offering a life-saving medicine out of kindness only to be met with suspicion.

"Bring it to me and see."

Batman didn't say whether he would buy it or not; he only said he would take a look.

Oh, no, not just that, he just reached out and took it.

Leo hesitated for a moment, then let him take the emergency medical kit:

Batman left the deepest impression on him as being outrageously wealthy, with his habit of buying things recklessly in various movie and animated versions. He's bought restaurants, bars, and banks, and compared to those items that easily cost seven or eight figures, buying a medkit is nothing.

Batman took the medical kit with his right hand, placed it flat on his lap, and immediately read the instructions.

He had just noticed that there were many markings on this thing, and intuitively knew that it must be of great reference value.

Due to their special nature, the various medications in the medical kit are integrated and cannot be used individually. However, the bottles must at least be labeled with the name of the medication and general instructions for use, as this information is very helpful to Batman.

He has some knowledge of modern medicine, and with the added benefit of being an experienced doctor himself, he can understand the specific terms used for these medicines and their approximate effects.

Rapid hemostatic agents, highly effective antibiotics, tissue repair gels, pain suppressants, energy supplements, detoxifiers, psychotropic agents... immunosuppressants?

He understood most of the medications, but why was this immunosuppressant in the first aid kit?

And the dosage is quite high. What disease would require such a large amount of immunosuppressants? Organ transplantation?

Batman fell into deep thought, but Leo was getting restless: "Buy it now if you want, or don't touch it! If you get your blood on my merchandise, that item won't sell!"

Hearing his words, Batman finally turned and glanced at him.

Then, he deftly pressed the side of the medical bag with his right hand, and a compact compartment popped out, containing commonly used medical supplies such as alcohol and hemostatic bandages.

After confirming that the medical kit was indeed just a medical kit and had no other suspicious mechanisms besides its built-in automatic diagnostic system, Batman carefully assessed his physical condition and decided that perhaps he should use it.

To ensure safety, he instructed, "A-Fu, keep an eye on him for me."

Yes, young master.

Leo rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and tried to stay as far away from Batman as possible.

Next, he saw Batman put his left hand into the slot and activate the medical kit.

The built-in machine starts instantly and automatically performs a body diagnosis. Based on the diagnosis results, it then administers medication precisely.

The whole process takes less than two minutes, is efficient and convenient, and has a strong sense of technology.

A few minutes later, the drug began to take effect, and Batman's tightly pursed lips finally loosened, his tense nerves also calming down under the influence of the psychotropic agent.

The medical kit looked fine; it was clearly some kind of high-tech advancement that surpassed current medical technology.

He then took out bandages and other items and gave himself a simple bandage.

Leo wanted to help out and serve a customer, but before he could even extend his hand, he was met with Batman's disapproving expression.

Fine... Batman who doesn't appreciate kindness.

After treating his injuries, Batman closed the medical kit and casually placed it at his feet.

Leo cautioned, "That thing is disposable; the built-in medical program will only be activated once."

Batman remained noncommittal; he planned to take the medical kit back, disassemble it, and study it to see if he could obtain more information.

Thinking of this, he remembered the pneumatic injector that Leo had taken out earlier.

"Give me that one too."

"One type of medicine is enough for healing; using the wrong one will only put a burden on your body."

"I bought it."

"Hi hi hi hi!"

Leo immediately took out the pneumatic injector again and shoved it into Batman's hand.

No wonder he's a big shot; he buys 25 yuan worth of medicine without batting an eye.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow."

Batman took the pneumatic injector and began to examine it; this thing didn't seem like a creation of modern technology...

*

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the safe house.

Batman didn't linger there; he simply changed back into his everyday clothes, did some simple makeup, and prepared to return to Wayne Tower in another ordinary luxury car worth millions.

Leo... well, he also got a new jacket and a baseball cap.

“Cover your face, don’t look up, or… could you turn off your electronic device jammer? Seriously, you’re the most conspicuous person in all of Gotham. Anyone who sees your face covered in mosaics knows it’s you.”

"..."

Leo's lips twitched, and he temporarily turned off the scanner's built-in interference function.

He found this feature quite useful; many people had been taking pictures of him with their phones earlier, and without this feature, his appearance would have been exposed long ago.

But hiding it won't help; he and Batman are getting along too closely, and sooner or later they'll be targeted.

After changing clothes, the two got into the luxury car. This time, Batman didn't try to be tough and gave him the driver's seat.

"The car has navigation, so drive smoothly and go through the main entrance of Wayne Building. I suspect there are reporters waiting there."

"You're in this state, and you still want to do an interview?" Leo asked, puzzled.

“No.” Batman looked out the window. “I need to show myself and act like I’m not hurt, to avoid any people overthinking.”

"I understand—I understand, it's all about pretense. It's heartbreaking that even Gotham's richest man has to go through so much trouble."

Leo takes on the role of Batman's driver, focusing intently on driving.

*

Shortly after, in front of Wayne Building.

At Batman's suggestion, Leo slowed down and let several reporters who looked very professional come to the car window.

"Young Master Bruce Wayne, I heard that your fundraising gala was attacked by terrorists. What is your opinion on this?"

"We heard that you were not present. Did you know about the attack beforehand when you left midway through the attack?"

"You are..."

Reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, bombarded him with questions, practically trying to squeeze into the car.

Bruce rolled down the car window halfway, and a faint smell of alcohol wafted into the reporters' noses.

"To be honest, I really want to answer your questions, but I had to go on a date in the middle of the party and I don't know the specifics of the situation there. Maybe you should ask the police station."

His makeup skills were so superb that even under the flash, there was no trace of injury or weakness on his face.

"Alright, alright, I need to rush back and find out what's going on. Goodnight everyone."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Bruce lazily waved goodbye to the reporters, his playboy demeanor completely convincing.

Leo acted as the professional driver, quietly following his instructions.

After showing its face, the luxury car drove into the underground parking lot.

Bruce led him into the private elevator, and his breathing became rapid only after the elevator doors closed.

Sweat dripped down his neck; if he hadn't been wearing a thick coat, he probably would have been soaked through.

Noticing Leo's gaze, he gently pressed the button on the top floor.

"My doctor has arrived. Please wait in the lounge for a while. Afu will arrange accommodations for you."

Leo shrugged; he knew Batman wouldn't let him go easily.

If he weren't injured, this would be "interrogation time."

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter Seventy-Five - One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near bats gets stained black!

Ding--

The elevator doors opened quickly.

At the exit, there was a medical bed with the same type of rollers as those used in hospitals, and a female doctor with graying temples stood beside it.

Leo carefully examined her appearance and, considering her identity as a doctor, roughly knew who she was.

She is—Leslie Tompkins!

She can almost be considered Batman's adoptive mother, and like Alfred, she is one of the most important people in Batman's life.

Without a doubt, she is Batman's personal doctor, someone who knows his true identity and can trust him unconditionally.

Upon seeing Bruce, who was covered in cold sweat in the elevator, Leslie's expression turned serious: "Kid, you haven't been injured this badly in a long time. Get into bed, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Bruce, unusually obedient, lay down on the bed.

Leo hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to help push the hospital bed.

This was met with Batman's disapproval—

"Bruce, I'm not in my twenties or thirties anymore."

Leslie interrupted Batman's spellcasting.

Bruce fell silent as he looked at the elderly woman's graying hair.

"Child, thank you for your help. Come with me."

"Call me Leo, it's nice to meet you."

"Me too, I've heard Afu mention you. My name is Leslie Tompkins, let's chat sometime."

The two of them worked together to push the hospital bed into the private medical room in the corner.

Upon learning that he lacked medical and nursing skills, Leslie politely asked him to leave.

Leo was more than happy to oblige—after all, Batman had killed him with his eyes far too many times…

Leaving the infirmary, he wandered around the top floor of Wayne Tower, Batman's private territory.

He knew he should go to the lounge, but since he was already there, it would be a waste of the precious opportunity to visit the attractions if he didn't look around.

He visited the training area, lounge, terrace, and reception room, and felt that everything was glittering with gold, exuding the unique and alluring aura of money.

It feels like you could easily steal a painting and sell it for a fortune, but unfortunately... there are just too many surveillance cameras.