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

"..."

Even the all-powerful Batman has moments when he is helpless.

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter Seventy-Seven - The First Day Away from V, Missing Her...

Wayne Building, 44th floor.

The old butler pushed open the door to room 4405 and showed Leo around the room.

The room, with a total area of ​​approximately 180 square meters, is spacious and bright, and fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, making it comparable to the most luxurious presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

"All household items are brand new. If you're still concerned, there are unopened spare items in the storage room. Feel free to take any food or drinks from the refrigerator. Just press the service bell if you need anything."

Because of your special status, the young master forbids ordinary staff from handling you. Leave everything to me.

Leo nodded: "I understand. I promise I won't bother you after 9 p.m.

Alfred smiled gently: "Thank you for thinking of this old man. You have no idea, living with the young master has made my biological clock never normal."

After exchanging a few polite words, he left the room, leaving behind only a special elevator card.

The special thing about this card is that it can only take you to floors 44 and 45, and you can't go down.

Leo is essentially under house arrest right under Batman's nose.

"Fine, I'll just treat it as paid jail time..."

After walking around the room, his prosthetic eye lit up, and he began a "major cleaning".

The living room, office area, bedroom, bathroom, private dressing room and storage room—Batman has installed surveillance cameras everywhere.

Honestly, if he were a woman, he would definitely not be wrong to call the police and accuse Batman of taking photos of his private parts.

What's even worse is that some of the monitors are connected to the wireless network, while others operate offline. If it weren't for his powerful "Divergent Eyes of the Wrong Path," it would have been quite a struggle just to find these annoying things.

After working for half an hour, he turned off what he could and blocked what he couldn't turn off or reach with something, finally gaining a safe and private space.

"That annoying Batman, I'll get myself into trouble with him sooner or later and vent my anger!"

Leo sat at his desk and turned on his "old-fashioned" computer.

The familiar Windows icon appeared on the screen, giving him a sense of warmth.

Being technologically backward has its advantages; at least the company itself is very adept at using this operating system.

After Chunbai checked the computer information along the network cable and confirmed that it was safe, he connected to the personal link.

[A total of 37 backdoors left by Batman were detected. Theoretically, any action you take will be backed up and archived in his data center.]

Before today, he probably never imagined he would bring me back here.

Yes, so I assume these measures aren't targeted at you specifically, but rather at everyone equally.

Batman...

Leo had nothing to say except "I admire you".

He truly treated everyone like a criminal suspect...

[No need to worry, my hacking skills surpass Batman's. If necessary, I could even reverse-engineer his cybersecurity system.]

[No... If you can do business properly, don't force things. As long as he doesn't bother us, let's be friendly neighbors.]

Considering the current situation in Gotham City, I completely agree with your point of view.

After a brief chat, Chunbai successfully converted the computer into a temporary information terminal.

[That's it. Now I can use this computer to upload data to the core server room, and then the server room will forward it to the information terminal in Night City, thus achieving seamless network connectivity between the two worlds.]

[Testing, forwarding data... Success.]

[Network band adjustment, data structure optimization, network latency reduction... Success!]

Pure White, like an emotionless AI, rattled off a long string of code before finally delivering the good news that preparations were complete.

[By the way, I've created a small chat program for you. The data is stored in the core server room, so it's safe and secure. Would you like to add the members of the Immortal Squad to it?]

"Of course, hurry up. It's almost 11 o'clock, and I haven't even let you know I'm safe yet."

The next second, a simple chat software page appeared on the left side of the prosthetic eye. Currently, only he and Chunbai are using this software.

[Wait a minute, I need them to grant me access so I can connect... Um, there's a small problem, they don't trust me, and I can't force my own people. Could you make a group call for them?]

【Row. 】

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Ding--

V immediately chimed in: "Leo?"

Leo turned on his live profile picture and smiled at her: "Hey, V, long time no see."

V breathed a sigh of relief: "It really is you. I just received a strange communication and thought there was a problem on your end, so I traced it through the network cable."

"Not at all, in fact it went quite smoothly."

Ding--

Sasha came in too, but her profile picture was still that of the cartoon cat-eared girl.

"You scared me to death! If you hadn't called me soon, I was going to start tracking you. Are you alright on your end?"

Leo had no choice but to repeat what he had just said.

Ding--

Okay, this time it's Jack's turn: "I'm still working as a bartender, so I'm a little slow. How's it going on your end?"

Leo: "..."

Repeating a sentence three times is truly torture.

Only after hearing that everything was going well for him and inviting everyone to join the group did these people grant Chunbai access.

Leo wanted to test the new software, so they arranged to meet there to talk.

After hanging up the phone, the other end of the social media feed was already buzzing with activity.

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"Pure White: Hello everyone, my name is Pure White, and I am a hacker. Since I work remotely, I cannot meet you all in person. Please bear with me."

V: Hello.

Jack: Hi, girl.

Sasha: Hi, you're the hacker I sparred with before? Want to practice sometime?

"Pure White: No problem, I'll have plenty of energy once this busy period is over."

Leo: It seems this software is working well; it can even send voice messages. You can send your messages here, and I'll reply when I have time.

V: OK, so what's the specific situation on your end? Did you meet a big shot?

Leo: I met him, and he's just as troublesome as I imagined...

The group chatted excitedly for over half an hour until their eyelids began to feel heavy, at which point Leo finally said goodbye.

Leo: Let's talk again tomorrow. I've been busy all day and I'm a little sleepy. Goodnight everyone.

After saying goodnight to each other, he went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and lay down on the bed.

The down comforter is as soft as air; lying on it feels like being on a cloud.

Leo took one last look out the window and closed his eyes.

Goodnight, Gotham. Goodnight, Batman.

He didn't sleep well that night, constantly waking up from nightmares. Sometimes he dreamt of Batman standing by the window watching him, and other times he dreamt of the Joker laughing maniacally. Every time he opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock, he found it was already midnight.

He missed V. He really did. At least when he lived under the same roof as V, he slept soundly.

Compared to Gotham, where you feel utterly alone, Night City doesn't seem so bad after all...

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter Seventy-Eight Leo: "Back in the day, I fought Batman to a standstill!"

The next morning, Leo woke up from his dream.

V's beautiful figure faded into the distance, leaving him with a sense of melancholy.

Upon regaining consciousness, the first thing he did wasn't to open his eyes, but to look at the time travel countdown—

[6 days, 11:05:01]

I have to stay in Gotham for another six and a half days... I want to die.

After lingering in bed for a while, he got up to wash and comb his hair, and then plunged into the wonderful world built by the electronic menu.

Almost everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the sea, except for protected animals, is available on the menu offered by Wayne Tower.

What he liked most about Gotham City was the abundance of food, which was also all-natural!

"Hmm... Braised pork for breakfast is too greasy. Let's have fried chicken instead, with some honey mustard sauce. Even Saburo Arasaka can't get this kind of delicious food!"

Because bees are extinct, the last jar of honey in the world, supposedly collected directly from a real beehive, is estimated by experts to be worth as much as 300,000 euros.

Yes, three hundred thousand, euros...

Leo decided to bring back some large bottles of honey from the supermarket when he went back, so that his friends could taste the sweetness of liquid gold.

As for selling it, that depends on the situation. He's unsure if the item is in high demand but not readily available, and explaining its origin would also be a hassle.

All I can say is, let's bring a few dozen bottles to try it out first.

Even if each bottle only sells for 10,000, selling three bottles would be enough to hire V to serve him tea and water for a month. How wonderful!

After ordering breakfast, he leaned back on the leather sofa, admiring the room's luxurious and elegant decor. Even though he wasn't an art connoisseur, he could tell the oil paintings on the wall were quite valuable.

Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

He jumped up, ready to enjoy his fried chicken feast, only to find that instead of the old butler waiting outside, it was a disgruntled Bruce.

Of course, he wasn't there to deliver fried chicken...

"Even I, a wounded soldier, get up at eight o'clock, and you actually slept until nine-thirty?"

"It's nine o'clock. I have trouble making decisions; I have to think for a long time about what to eat every day."

Leo rambled on blankly, secretly thinking that Bruce's visit so early in the morning was bound to be up to no good.

Sure enough, it didn't work for good reasons, but it was incredibly accurate for bad ones.

"Don't eat breakfast yet. An empty stomach is perfect for a full physical exam. Leslie is waiting for you in the infirmary. Come with me."

As he spoke, he turned to the side, putting on a grumpy face that said, "If you don't hurry up, I'll get rough."

Leo didn't know how to respond except to roll his eyes.

A little later, the two entered the elevator together, and Leo, trying to make conversation, asked, "Why did you call Leslie by her first name? At her age, shouldn't we call her aunt or grandma?"

Bruce seemed to be recalling some unpleasant past events, and the corners of his mouth stretched out.

After a moment of silence, he said softly, "If you can't bring yourself to call all women older than you 'sister,' you'd better just call them by their first names or 'Ms.' The two terms you mentioned sound like insults to them."

Leo realized: "No wonder you're Gotham's richest man, a playboy. You know your stuff!"

Bruce ignored him, maintaining his aloof demeanor.

Leo wanted to start something with "Rachel," but he was worried that Rachel might get angry and refuse to buy his products, so he had to keep this trump card to himself.

To be honest, he was really curious—if Harvey hadn't become Two-Face and had remained Gotham City's "Knight of Light," who would have been the one to wear the green hat that Rachel had personally given him?

Even if it's just to find out the answer, he wants to help Harvey.

Having one more righteous hero and one less supervillain is also beneficial for his business in Gotham.

The brief moment of reflection ended with the elevator bell ringing.

He followed Bruce to the infirmary in the corner.

Dressed in a white coat, Leslie was ready, adjusting all the medical instruments to be ready for immediate use.

Remembering Bruce's teachings, Leo raised his hand to greet him: "Good morning, Sister Leslie!"