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

He shouted so loudly that he startled Leslie, who was tidying up her tools.

The cool old lady, with her gray hair but full of energy, glared at Bruce: "It's almost noon now, thank goodness you haven't had breakfast yet. Also, call me Leslie or Dr. Leslie, calling me sister sounds too fake, and I don't like calling me grandma either."

Leo nodded obediently.

She's got personality, she's so cool!

After a few casual words, the full physical examination began.

At first, they were all routine procedures, including basic vital sign checks, internal medicine, surgery, and ENT examinations—all easy and simple procedures.

His good mood lasted until, after the blood was drawn, Leslie handed him two medical containers with overly distinctive shapes.

The two containers—one a blue-capped glass tube, the other a small white round box with a lid.

"For urinalysis and stool routine tests, there's a restroom right next door. Go get your samples yourself."

“…Huh!?” Leo’s mouth dropped open. Old Wei had never done this kind of project for him before. “Is it really that serious?”

The foreman, who had been monitoring him, spoke up: "As for you, since you're not from this world, I need to make sure you don't carry any superviruses, superbugs, or dangerous parasites. Your very existence could pose a threat to humanity and the entire food chain."

The moment he finished speaking, Leo felt like he deserved to die for threatening the entire world.

But the next second he changed his mind, thinking Bruce's words were pure nonsense: "If I were that dangerous, the virus would have spread long ago. Don't forget, I even rode in your car!"

Bruce nodded in agreement: "You're right. This was my oversight; I didn't consider the possibility that you're an alien or someone from another world. Next time this happens, I'll build a containment facility on the spot to completely isolate the unstable element from the outside world."

Leo was dumbfounded. Bruce… no, he should be Batman right now, he really… has that serious illness!!

Now look what's happened! The predecessors cut down the trees, and the successors are left to suffer the scorching sun. All he can do is apologize to his successors—it's all…Batman's fault! Every wrong has its perpetrator, so don't blame the wrong person!

Despite his complaints, Leo walked toward the bathroom with a stern face.

Judging from Bruce's stubborn gaze, he strongly suspected that if he didn't take action, someone might resort to force to obtain the sample...

A few minutes later, the sample was submitted.

After another half hour, Leo's medical examination report was finally ready.

"Your physical indicators are very healthy, healthier than most people I've ever met. I haven't noticed anything wrong with you; I feel like you're a human being."

Leslie glanced at the report and made a casual remark.

Leo sighed: "Doctor, if you remove the word 'feeling,' am I not from Earth, am I some kind of alien?"

"That's hard to say. I'll have to do a genetic test for you later to make sure your DNA is human."

"Whatever, do as you please..." Leo gave up struggling.

Leslie's lips curled into a slight smile. "Don't be so nervous, just treat it like a regular checkup. Hmm... you have a slight inflammatory reaction, your neutrophil and white blood cell counts are a bit low, are you taking anti-inflammatory medication?"

Leo was taken aback, then nodded hesitantly.

He takes the medicine that Lao Wei prescribed for him every day; he can't stop taking it.

"Let me see the medicine."

Bruce simply reached out his hand, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Leo was numb, so he took out the painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine that Lao Wei had given him, aimed it at that sullen face, and threw it with tremendous force!

The medicine bottle blurred into a streak, hurtling straight at his face.

Unfortunately, Bruce reacted too quickly and caught it with a flick of his right hand.

The first encounter with Batman could only end in... a draw!

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter Seventy-Nine - Paid Internship

Bruce took a picture of the doctor's instructions written by Old Vie on the bottle with his phone, and Rice used the sampling bottle to collect some samples.

Only then did he return the medicine to Leo.

Leo had gotten used to this assertiveness and self-will.

His current strategy is to "follow the grain," trying to appease Bruce, the most stubborn donkey, as long as it doesn't harm his own interests...

The last step in the physical examination is taking various X-rays.

Leo refused all of them, whether it was an X-ray, CT scan, or MRI, showing an attitude that nothing he said would work.

He has many implants in his body, and even has titanium skeletons with excessive levels of metal, making these tests extremely dangerous.

I thought Bruce would object, but to my surprise, he just gave me a meaningful look and didn't insist.

Very suspicious...

This isn't like Bruce, unless... he has some important intelligence.

This speculation was confirmed during the subsequent breakfast session.

Bruce first expressed his disdain for Leo's terrible taste in fried chicken for breakfast, then seemingly casually uttered something that nearly made Leo choke:

"You have quite a few prosthetics on you, don't you? Your technology is quite advanced; you've even gone down the path of mechanized prosthetic modification."

The fried chicken in Leo's mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore, and he had to drink several mouthfuls of cola before he could swallow it.

"How...how did you know?"

“I opened that emergency medical kit,” Bruce said without hiding anything. “Although I damaged it, I managed to find a simple data chip inside. It felt like a black box on an airplane, used to collect the user’s health information.”

"Thanks to the USB adapter you provided, I was able to export the data. Above are my test results, which highlight that no prosthetic implant data was detected, indicating a completely natural person."

Leo wanted to say something, but then he suddenly remembered the logo on the medical kit and felt relieved—Trauma Team, they really took the unboxing to the extreme, even stealing customer information to sell a medical kit.

It's important to understand that while the medical kit is disposable for the client, it's not for the trauma team. They even have a trade-in program where old items can be exchanged for new ones at a 10% discount.

He initially thought they were just repackaging old ideas and reusing medical kits, but it turns out they also collected customer information along the way. These guys are outrageous…

"Um...didn't you rest last night? How come you still have time to work?"

Bruce ate his nutritious and visually appealing Western breakfast with an elegant posture, and calmly sipped his tea.

"Get up at eight, finish disassembling by eight-thirty, and check the data in the chip before nine. Then you realize—you're still not up..."

Leo silently ate his fried chicken, avoiding eye contact with him.

Smart people are annoying enough, but a smart person who is also diligent and hardworking... can't they leave some room for others to survive?

Silence, silence is Cambridge this morning.

After breakfast, Leo was forced to live a decadent life of eating and waiting to die.

The reason is that Bruce won't let him go out...

“I need to examine the ‘home monitoring system’ you brought out. Go back to your room and rest. You cannot leave here until the gene sequencing results are available.”

He got up and walked towards the laboratory, saying without turning his head,

"Keep making up your story. I need to know the answers to those three questions at dinner. That's all."

That's right... that's it.

Leo lay on the sofa in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He knew that coming to Gotham might not go smoothly, but he really didn't expect that he would be placed under house arrest by Batman in less than 24 hours.

Looking out at the bustling metropolis, he felt a pessimistic sense of being trapped like a caged bird.

dong dong dong-

“It is I, Alfred.”

The old butler's gentle voice came from outside the door.

Leo quickly adjusted his facial expression and posture, and said loudly, "Please come in."

Ah Fu pushed open the door and entered, carrying a tray in his hands.

“Mr. Leo, this is the money the young master paid for your medical expenses. Also, he noticed you don’t seem to have a cell phone, so he decided to give you one.”

The white cloth covering the tray was unfolded, revealing a black bank card and a rather high-end-looking mobile phone.

Ah Fu waited for him to pick up the two items, then gently explained, "Considering you don't have a legal identity, I registered one for you using your full name. Then I opened a anonymous bank card with your identity that can't be reported lost; the password is written on the back of the card."

Leo flipped it over and looked—123456, hmm, easy to remember.

"What does 'register' mean? Where do I register?"

"The U.S. citizen database allows you to automatically obtain U.S. citizenship by having your genetic test results pass, and professionals will handle the other procedures for you."

"Well... uh, it's nothing now."

Leo wanted to say it was illegal, but then he thought, this is Gotham, and the person who did this is Bruce Wayne... So it doesn't matter, here, Batman is omnipotent.

"I'm sure you can initialize your phone yourself. I'm an old man who's out of touch with the times, so I won't help you and make things worse. Have a nice day!"

The old butler left with a smile.

No sooner had he left than Leo jumped up and lunged at the computer.

Quick! Check how much money is in this card! This is my first pot of gold!

[Let me see... Hmm, a VIP card from a high-end private bank. First time logging in, please change the password.]

【This is too much trouble. 132540, I'll just use the current time as the password.】

Anyway, he puts his bank card in his storage space when he's not using it, so he's not afraid of losing or stealing it.

The computer screen automatically redirected to online banking, accessing his personal account.

Total assets: US$250,000.

"Oh, man, this feels so good—!"

Leo lay back in his computer chair, stretching out his body, his face showing utter bliss.

This money is his minimum subsistence allowance.

If we convert that 25 into supplies, Night City can barely hold on.

He excitedly picked up a can of Coke and drank it heartily, banging on the table with glee.

He knew perfectly well that the card, and the phone, were definitely problematic. They might even send the receipt for a drink bought on the street to Batman's database.

But what does it matter?

He was buying ordinary drinks and ingredients, which was perfectly legal, and even if Batman knew, he couldn't do anything about it.

[Leo, don't get too excited. This amount of money isn't even enough to upgrade the core data center.]

I know the main concern is still the home surveillance system. Let's wait and see. Knowing Batman as I do, he would never allow technology that could potentially endanger public safety to slip out of his control.

After finishing his conversation with Chunbai, he picked up his phone and started fiddling with it.

Believe it or not, this is a high-end customized model, so the price is definitely not cheap.

What's that saying again...? A slap followed by a sweet treat.

Batman is indeed a master of psychology, mastering various psychological manipulation strategies to perfection.

Even the kindness of the old butler, Afu, can be seen as part of the "good cop, bad cop" dynamic.

"Luckily, I can leave after a few days. If I were stuck in Gotham forever, constantly being subjected to Batman's workplace manipulation, I'd end up in the same cell as the Joker and his gang sooner or later..."

Having secured the guaranteed funding, Leo calmed down, lay down on the bed with his phone in hand, and began to enjoy the wonderful life of paid leave.

First Signs of Talent: Chapter 80 - Release from Prison!

At 2 PM, I had a simple Cantonese afternoon tea to reminisce about the taste of home.

At 4 PM, a pre-dinner dessert of all-natural, handmade cream shaved ice. A bite of this on a hot summer day is like being in heaven!

At 6 PM, I went to have dinner with Gotham's richest man and told him some stories.

"I don't know who killed your parents. After confirming your identity, I found some excuses online to buy time."

"I don't know the Joker's true identity either, but I've collected more than a dozen versions of the Joker's origin story, all told by the Joker himself."

"As for the grand conspiracy hanging over this city, you can go and read some Gotham nursery rhymes, the kind used to scare kids. That's all I can say; I don't want to get involved in your mess."

Leo was interested in the inferior Dionysus Factor and Amber Gold that the Owl Court possessed, but he knew one thing well—do only what you are capable of.

He is still very weak and can barely protect himself. He must not provoke those ruthless madmen too early.