I, V, Gotham Legend

Another effect besides this is teleportation, which is like folding space, but teleporting something is very energy-consuming.

In order to show off his skills to the people of Gotham, the Regent practiced hard for a long time to ensure that he could transfer 400 tons of flour into the cabin in an instant.

As an ordinary person who dares to engage in gang smuggling in the metropolis, caution is engraved in the Regent's DNA.

After getting ashore, he will transfer himself away immediately and let his men deal with this strange bat monster!

However, when the Regent and several bodyguards finally climbed ashore, they found that there was no one on the shore, only a large number of vans left.

"Where are the people?!" Before the Regent could say anything, his subordinates stepped forward and shouted.

The Regent was frightened. This scene was so similar to what he had just seen on the boat!

He held the Rubik's Cube and fiddled with it nervously, trying to get himself away first, but his fingers seemed to have no strength and he felt that he could not bend the Rubik's Cube.

The treasure he relied on suddenly malfunctioned, leaving him at a loss. At this moment, a gust of air suddenly rose in his face like a storm.

The Regent raised his head with a grim face and looked helplessly at the red cloak floating in the air.

When he came to his senses, all his subordinates were gone.

"Where did the thing in your hand come from?" Superman pointed at the Rubik's Cube in the Regent's hand, and he felt a familiar breath.

"Where are my people?" The Regent tried hard to maintain the temperament of a boss.

"You are very scared now... Don't worry, you will only be beaten and then thrown into jail. I won't kill anyone." Superman raised his thumb and pointed to a house behind him, "I have tied up your men there."

The Regent closed his eyes, then shouted as if he had given his all and rushed to the shore.

Superman held down the Regent's head with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the Rubik's Cube, controlled the force, and hit the Regent in the abdomen with a knee kick.

The Regent retched in pain, then passed out peacefully.

Superman gently put the man down and stood up, holding the Rubik's Cube in his hand and pointing it at the moon.

The sound of the waves crashing against each other drowned out the whistling sea breeze. Superman didn't know what was going on, but he didn't put his hand down immediately. Instead, he slowly said, "What do you want from me?"

"Give me that thing, I'll take care of it." Batman's voice came, and he was standing behind Superman.

"Excuse me, but there is a scent left by a very troublesome guy on it." Superman turned and looked at Batman and said, "It's better for me to deal with this dangerous thing."

"..." Batman stared at Superman's eyes coldly for a while, but did not force it, "I hope you won't let me down, Clark Kent."

Superman looked at Batman with a surprised expression on his face, not only because Batman said his real name, but also because his X-ray eyes could not see through Batman's mask.

Superman's X-ray vision makes it difficult for him to see through lead-rich substances, but since he has only been in the industry for a short time, he does not think that this weakness of his will become known to everyone.

It seems that this person has done a detailed investigation on himself.

However, Superman is more concerned about Batman himself than being targeted: "Do you wear lead on your head...Excuse me, this is not healthy."

"..." Batman was silent, and finally skipped the topic. He turned around and said, "I hope this is the last time we meet."

"Are you leaving now?" Superman raised his eyebrows. "I heard V mention you. To be honest, I think she likes you quite a bit... As a friend, of course."

He knew that Miss V had always been troubled by being forced into a couple.

Batman didn't want to chat about family matters. He also had no idea how to deal with Superman's outgoing personality. He shot his grappling gun into the distance as if he was running away.

We have already investigated the white flour, and it is basically stored in the ship. People from the Metropolitan Police Department should be able to come and seize the smuggling ship in a while.

News from Valerie also came over the communication. She had successfully cleared out all known drug dealers' strongholds. Her goal of coming to Metropolis tonight was successfully accomplished, and she would be able to return to Gotham tomorrow morning.

NO14. Let's do it together ()

The night sky of the metropolis is not covered with thick dark clouds, and the smell of air polluted by heavy industry is not so bad.

Batman blended into the night and eventually returned to his room at the O'Neill Hotel through the window.

After simply taking off his equipment, cleaning off his eyeshadow, and using foundation to cover up the bruises in the visible areas, Bruce Wayne put on his formal smile again.

He didn't take the communication with Superman too seriously. Bruce had long been accustomed to the life of a lone ranger. Unless Superman fell, he didn't think he would meet this guy again.

After rubbing his nose twice to relieve the sore muscles that had been tense all night, Bruce turned on the lights in the room.

He suddenly felt something strange.

Logically speaking, his old butler Alfred should have been in the room the whole time, not to mention that he had an appointment with the ballet troupe.

But the room was quiet at this time. The old butler did not come over immediately, and there was no knocking sound in the living room.

A feeling of uneasiness crept into Bruce's heart, and his worry about his family made him quickly call the old butler.

To my relief, the call was quickly connected, and the old butler's elegant British accent came: "I'm glad that you're safe and sound and called me, Master."

"Alfred, what are you doing?" Bruce asked as he poured himself a glass of water.

He heard the sound of a sink and a knife chopping wood on the other side of the line.

"Miss V invited us to her room to make dumplings... You should come up too, Master." Alfred sounded very happy.

Bruce almost choked on the water: "You're in V's room?"

Valerie was working with him, and although he knew that her work would finish earlier than his, he didn't expect that she could get others to cook with her.

"Of course, there are a lot of people here, and I think they will get along well with you, sir." Alfred said while chopping vegetables, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No need for that. I won't participate in unnecessary social activities." After confirming the old butler's safety, Bruce turned off the phone and then sat on the sofa to take a nap.

I have to muster up my energy to welcome the ballet troupe later. As a playboy, this kind of social activity that can make people look down on me further is necessary.

The ballet troupe itself is a very social group of people, and you can get to know some inside information by interacting with them.

It can be said that compared to eating dumplings with Valerie and the others, this activity will not waste precious time and can also allow for some rest.

Bruce rubbed his eyes and kept telling himself in his heart what he should do.

Having said that, he can still think of Ritsuko, who studied in China while traveling around the world.

During festivals, Chinese people would gather together for meals, and that atmosphere of harmonious coexistence among families is still one of the spiritual pillars that supports his efforts to change Gotham.

Chinatown not far away was still setting off fireworks like a gunfight, the light cast half of Bruce's face into shadow. He looked out the window and hesitated for a long time.

When the ballet troupe finally arrived at Bruce's room, breathless, no one was waiting for them.

There was a letter pressed on a card on the coffee table in the middle of the room. In the letter, Master Wayne said that he had an appointment tonight and asked the beauties to go home by themselves.

The money in the card can be considered as compensation.

"What's going on? We can just make a phone call... We made this trip in vain!" The girls grumbled in dissatisfaction, but still took the money and left obediently.

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On the top floor of the O'Neill Hotel, Bruce Wayne sat on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest. His face was ashen and he looked very dissatisfied.

"I'm glad that you're willing to come and help prepare the family dinner, but you should relax your expression first." Alfred said to Bruce who had a sour face.

"I came up here to ensure your safety," Bruce explained emphatically, then he stared at the room with dissatisfied eyes.

At this time, Valerie's room was extremely lively. In addition to Miss V who was kneading dough with a silly smile and the female hunter who was looking at her skills with admiration, there was also a group of guys in strange costumes.

Slade did not wear the Deathstroke mask. He opened his one eye, his face was covered with notes, and he was washing the pot in dissatisfaction.

Deadshot Floyd, Harkness, and the hooded Oliver Queen were sitting together playing cards. There was a stack of sticky notes next to their table, probably prepared to stick them on people's faces.

Harry and Alfred were chopping stuffing together. The psychiatrist held the kitchen knife in both hands, banging it on the table with a laugh. In comparison, Alfred was much more elegant.

These are just ordinary people who are dressed up or mentally abnormal. Sitting on the sofa with Bruce is a green alien who is chewing Oreo cookies with a happy look on his face.

Among so many people, only a pale and thin man whom he had never seen before behaved like a normal person. He curled up in the corner of the room and shivered.

But Bruce noticed that this guy was wearing the uniform of the Bronn Group, and he wanted to ask about his background.

With so many people crammed into the spacious flat, it seemed a bit crowded. However, what made Bruce feel most complicated was the man beating eggs in the back of the kitchen.

With a tall stature, simple clothes, and old-fashioned glasses, this is obviously the Superman that Bruce thought he would never see again just a few minutes ago.

As he saw more and more familiar faces, Bruce couldn't help but stand up from the sofa.

"V, I haven't seen you for a while. You... have made a lot of friends." Bruce said to Valerie with a pursed mouth.

"Hmm?" Valerie turned to look at Bruce, her face still stained with a little white flour, "Are you jealous?"

Bruce shook his head: "I only communicate deeply with people I trust."

"So, I am someone you trust, too?" Valerie grasped the point. "You even came to my family dinner."

Bruce felt embarrassed to admit this, so he skipped the subject: "Are there a lot of criminals here?"

"Crack!" A crisp breaking sound and Bruce's question were heard. The two turned their heads and saw Harley chopping the chopping board with a knife. There was a morbid smile on her face.

"It's hard to say for others, but this one is definitely not a criminal." Valerie said, pointing at Harley who was holding a kitchen knife.

Bruce was speechless and sat back down again.

"Don't be so nervous. Most of the people here have no room for doing bad things." As if he saw Bruce's uneasiness, Martian Manhunter comforted him and handed an Oreo to Bruce. "Want to have one?"

Bruce raised his eyes and stared into the Martian Manhunter's eyes with a silent gaze.

For some reason, even though he was just an ordinary man, Bruce's eyes still caused great psychological pressure on the Martian Hunter, and he still obediently stuffed the biscuit back into his mouth.

NO15. Miss V's dinner today

Louise was the last to arrive, carrying a bag of seafood.

"After this war, the local fishing industry in the metropolis will probably be depressed for a while." This is Louise's accurate prediction of the future.

Louise walked into the kitchen carrying the seafood and passed by Clark who was busy making vegetables.

Remembering the ambiguous eye contact with Clark on the aircraft carrier before, Louise felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to communicate with this unusual colleague.

"Ms. Ryan..." Clark took a deep breath, then pretended nothing had happened and said, "I can handle these seafood."

"Okay, I'm curious about the Kansas specialties from your hometown." Louise smiled brightly.

"I won't let you down." Clark also smiled confidently.

Valerie, who was still kneading dough on the dining table, looked at the two people in the distance and quietly approached Helena: "What special dishes does Kansas have?"

"Not sure... Lamb bread?" Helena also guessed in a low voice.

They were very polite and controlled the volume, but unfortunately, even the quietest sound could be heard by Superman.

"I'll let you taste the barbecue skills I learned since I was a child!" Clark said loudly on purpose.

Clark's voice stunned the busy people in the room. They looked at Clark strangely, wondering why he suddenly shouted.

However, with the coordinated cheers from Harkness and others, everyone reacted and applauded to express their anticipation.

Clark felt a little embarrassed by everyone's cooperation. He smiled awkwardly and lowered his head to return to the cooking process.

Valerie's technical ability allows her to quickly make delicious and beautiful dumplings, but compared to other delicacies, the biggest reason why dumplings have a special status in her family in her previous life is that everyone participates, so Valerie deliberately relaxed her abilities.

Since Harley was very efficient in chopping the stuffing by herself, Alfred put down his knife and joined Valerie in making dumplings.

"I didn't know you could make dumplings." Valerie said to Ah Fu while kneading the dough.

“I can cook every cuisine in the world,” Alfred said proudly.

Valerie was very happy. She had thought she would have to make dumplings by herself.

Things become much more fun when there are other people involved. After a busy and orderly process, a plate of steaming dumplings was finally served on the table.

"Master, you can come and try it." Alfred greeted Master Bruce first.

“…” Master Wayne put down the half-eaten Oreo, wiped his mouth gently, and walked towards the dining table.

Seeing that the first dish had been served, the Suicide Squad and Oliver finally threw down the cards in their hands and tore off the papers on their faces with relief.

Martian Hunter first served himself a plate of dumplings, then quietly moved away from the table. In the cafeteria not far away, Superman and Lois were still grilling fish over an open fire, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Bruce skillfully picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes and tasting it.

"This is leek...people in Miss V's hometown love it very much." Alfred explained to Bruce on the side.

"It's delicious." Master Wayne gave a rare compliment.

"Yes, Master." Alfred's voice was a little regretful, "It's a pity that Master Dick didn't come."

"Our actions are too dangerous for the child...but we can take some back." Bruce looked at the table next to him, where there were unprocessed dumplings wrapped in plastic bags.

Most of these were prepared by Valerie for Mr. Freeze and Marlon who were still in Gotham.