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

Upon opening the scanner, all the electronic devices in the room were exposed: under the table, on the ceiling, and in every nook and cranny, there were all sorts of pinhole devices that Batman had installed.

Anyone who didn't know better would think this was an enemy military stronghold, with so many surveillance cameras deployed.

In addition, he discovered sensitive areas such as communications rooms, command centers, and research labs, which he did not dare to approach and avoided from a distance.

Given Batman's petty nature, he might even be keeping one eye open while receiving treatment, observing his every move.

More than ten minutes later, Alfred walked out of the elevator, looking exhausted.

It's clear that the follow-up work for the fundraising gala has taken a toll on this elderly man.

Upon seeing him, the old butler gave a graceful bow and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you for helping the young master, Mr. Leo. Please allow me to check on the young master's condition first, and then I will help you with the problem."

The old man walked briskly toward the clinic, not stopping even as he spoke.

Leo turned and walked to the living room, sat on the leather sofa, and enjoyed the feeling of being rich.

A few minutes later, Alfred returned, his face beaming with relief. He brought a tray with several drinks on it.

"I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I just took a little of everything."

Leo politely thanked him, saying, "Plain water is fine, thank you."

Alfred handed him the unopened bottle of premium mineral water and asked if he needed anything else.

Leo thought for a moment, then turned to the side and pointed towards the terrace: "May I use your terrace?"

"of course."

"Well, I'll get straight to the point then—I'm a little hungry. Could you please give me a tomahawk steak, medium-rare, with a fruit salad as a side, and a large iced Coke?"

"Of course, please wait a moment."

Although his request was somewhat unexpected, Alfred readily agreed and went to arrange a meal for him.

In his view, being willing to eat the food provided by the host is a symbol of friendliness and trust.

At least the young master wouldn't do something like that...

Leo moved to the terrace and enjoyed the Gotham night view in the cool evening breeze.

Honestly, the environment here is so much better than Night City.

There were no pungent smells in the air, and the starry sky could be vaguely seen through the clouds. V loved to stand by the window and daydream; she would like it here.

As he pondered, the enticing aroma of beef wafted into his nostrils, abruptly interrupting his thoughts.

meat!

100% real meat!

Real flesh dripping with blood!

What kind of rubbish do slaughterhouses sell? This is real beef!!

Leo entered binge-eating mode, devouring the enormous tomahawk steak in one go.

The old butler standing to the side saw his starving appearance and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Leo completely let loose, lying in a rocking chair and enjoying the good life.

Alfred sat next to him, whether it was Batman's mission or his duty at home, it was unclear.

"Young Master's injuries don't require major surgery, and he should be out in an hour or two. He wants you to wait here, and we'll arrange accommodations after we've talked."

"No problem, as long as you don't charge me rent and don't install surveillance cameras all over my room, I'm willing to wait a little longer."

"That might be a bit difficult..."

"Ha ha!"

Alfred has a great sense of humor, and he knows how to keep his distance, not asking questions he shouldn't ask, making him a good conversationalist.

There was no pressure at all when Leo chatted with him; it was like talking to a kind elder.

Before we knew it, the sky had become even more gloomy.

Alfred invited him into the living room to escape the increasingly chilly evening breeze.

A short while later, Bruce walked over, wearing loose loungewear and with a calm expression.

Judging from his gait and micro-expressions, his physical condition has improved a lot, and the pain has been temporarily suppressed by medication.

He sat down opposite Leo and took a sip of mineral water.

"The medicine you provided is very good, and its effect is better than existing medicines. Judging from the drug name and instructions, it is still produced on Earth, but... it is from the future Earth."

So, who exactly are you? A time traveler who traveled back to the 'past' in a time machine?

Bruce is a real conversation killer. Leo and Alfred were having a great time chatting, but as soon as he arrived, he changed the subject, and the atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse.

Leo's smile faded as he pondered the deeper meaning behind his words.

Bruce could guess that he came from the future, and he wasn't surprised at all. All the products he brought were high-tech and also made on Earth, so much information and clues couldn't be erased.

But he didn't guess it was the Flash, which means he doesn't know the Flash yet. Has the Justice League not been formed yet...?

The two stared at each other, each trying to read something from the other's expression.

A moment later, Leo shuddered uncomfortably—spending so much time with Batman had made him somewhat sensitive and suspicious.

"Let's just leave it at that, or... shall I make up a more plausible story for you?"

First Glimpse of its Potential: Chapter Seventy-Six - Home Surveillance System! Great stuff, truly great stuff!

Leo made it clear that he was advocating nonviolent non-cooperation.

Unfortunately, Bruce really couldn't do anything about him.

He is a man of principle and cannot use truth serum or various forms of torture on a law-abiding citizen who has never committed a crime, never killed anyone, and who had not even touched a real gun until recently.

Even if he's an alien or a time traveler...

This was an ironclad rule he set for himself, one that he could never break under any circumstances.

Otherwise, he would fall into the same trap as those lunatics and become the lunatic and dangerous one.

Bruce stopped worrying about his true identity and instead asked about the things he had said back then.

"How did you recognize me? Was I exposed in the future? What has Gotham become? And those three questions you asked..."

As he continued to ask questions, Leo put on a mask of pain.

He knew it... his careless words back then would eventually come back to haunt him. If he ever got a time machine, he would definitely go back in time and slap himself hard to teach him a lesson for talking nonsense.

But now, he can only learn from the "Gotham Story King" and tell stories to Batman.

“I come from a world with a more advanced technology than this, and I’m a hacker. Unlike your techies who need equipment to access the internet, I’m connected to the network right now.”

Leo spread his hands, then suddenly pointed to Bruce's jacket.

"I've texted you on your phone. If you need, I can even close my eyes and communicate with you online."

Bruce took out his phone to check and indeed there were several text messages. The top one was his home Wi-Fi password, and the bottom one was all sorts of nonsense.

As he watched, his phone kept receiving new messages, which perfectly connected to what Leo had just said.

Leo saw him look up and continued, "My first visit here was an accident. I was completely unprepared, which is why I was dragged along by that group of thugs. However, I've been browsing your website and found a lot of information."

For example—the famous Batman, the dark guardian of Gotham City.

Bruce remained unmoved by his praise.

"Oh, okay, seriously, Batman's gear looks really expensive, so I figured he was a rich guy. Plus, a lot of people have seen Batman, and based on the information they provided, I got a general idea of ​​you. And what ultimately helped me confirm your identity was this!"

Leo snapped his fingers, and a strangely shaped USB flash drive suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Home surveillance system!"

"Great stuff, really great stuff!"

"With this, you can quickly identify criminal suspects through surveillance cameras. It's an intelligent system; it will directly call the police for minor incidents, and notify you immediately if the police can't handle a problem. There are many other functions as well; you can check them out yourself. With this, Gotham City's security situation will definitely improve dramatically!"

Leo had Pure White project the pre-prepared advertising copy onto the prosthetic eye, and then launched into a passionate sales pitch.

He used to be an office technician, and his sales skills were just so-so, but his products were so good—they were truly high-tech!

"I know you must have similar facial recognition technology. No problem, take a look at this trial version first, and you'll see that the gap between the two eras cannot be bridged in a short time by one or two geniuses!"

Just as Leo was about to place the USB drive on the table, Bruce snatched it away before he could even let go of it.

He carefully fiddled with it for a few moments, and suddenly the USB drive in his hand made a click and cracked.

He put the USB flash drive casing aside and carefully examined the crystal-like chip, which looked very much like a smart chip card but was made of more advanced materials and workmanship.

Leo explained, "This is our data chip. It needs to be put in that casing to be read by your old equipment. If you're interested, I'll try to get this technology over here, and we can work together."

"..."

Bruce didn't say anything, but after fiddling with the chips for a few moments, he reassembled them.

This thing is very important, but also very dangerous. It would be a disaster if it contained a future supercomputer virus. He needs to prepare a dedicated device isolated from the outside world to inspect what's inside.

"You used this to identify my true identity? Hmm, never mind, let me see it first. What about the other questions, you…"

"Cough cough!"

A deliberate cough interrupted him.

Everyone looked up and saw Leslie, who had just washed his hands and had an unhappy expression.

“Bruce, I remember I said—go to bed as soon as possible. Instead of sitting in the living room chatting and adding more strain to your body.”

“Leslie…” Bruce said with a helpless tone, “This is very important…”

"Is it so important that we can't wait until tomorrow to talk about it?"

The female doctor strode over aggressively, stood straight in front of him, and put her hands on her hips.

Leo watched intently—the mighty Batman was actually being overshadowed by an elderly woman in terms of sheer presence.

"I……"

"Cough cough!"

This time, it was the old housekeeper who was coughing.

"Young Master, I thought you were alright, which is why I kept you here for so long. Since you're not feeling well, I think you should get some rest as soon as possible."

The butler showed his assertive side, quickly taking away the freshly poured hot tea.

Bruce was caught in a pincer movement and quickly succumbed to defeat.

It was rare to see him get the short end of the stick, and Leo laughed rather unkindly.

As he laughed, Bruce put on his signature poker face again.

Leo was a little confused after being glared at by him: "Why are you looking at me like that? They told you to go and rest, so just go. You can deal with things tomorrow."

Bruce's face darkened again, and he squeezed out through gritted teeth, "This is my home!"

"what!?"

Leo paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

He's right, this is his home, he's the one who should leave!

Ugh, this whole thing is a mess...

Leo awkwardly stood up and followed the smiling old butler toward the elevator.

"Is it okay if we arrange your accommodation on the floor below?"

"Of course I can, but I wouldn't dare live on the same floor as Batman. I'm afraid he'll stay up all night and stand by my bed watching me."

"Hehe, not really. Young Master likes to use electronic devices to monitor people."

The elevator doors opened, and Bruce's voice came from behind: "You can't leave Wayne Tower for now. You can only leave after I've confirmed that you're okay."

Leo waved his hand without turning his head: "Okay, okay, just don't forget about my medical expenses. Also, take a look at my products. If you don't buy anything, I'm planning to try selling them at the police station."

The elevator descended, taking the mysterious visitor with it.

Bruce looked down at the USB drive in his hand and was about to walk towards the research lab when Leslie blocked his way.

"Go to the bedroom and rest. I'll be staying in the guest room tonight, so don't even think about getting up in the middle of the night to do any work!"