Chapter 3466

After sending Barry away, Schiller picked up the cigar again, walked back into the restaurant, passed through the crowd, and sat down next to Victor, who was breaking finger biscuits.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked.

Schiller shook his head, asked the waiter to bring a new set of knife and fork, and while tying his napkin, said, "Nothing. Did you see the breaking news just now?"

"Are you talking about the explosion on the commercial street in Metropolis? Wasn't it said that it was caused by a gas explosion from a merchant?"

Schiller nodded again, but he didn't look like he was confirming the truth, but rather just satisfied with this explanation.

Although Schiller had taken the cutlery, he didn't take much food, only asking for a little vegetable salad, and spent most of his time drinking.

Victor looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "Jonathan is an absolute destabilizing factor. I really don't know how the principal agreed to let him come back."

"The teaching staff in the chemistry department is insufficient, which seriously affects the evaluation and ranking of Cat Getan University. And the rapidly developing chemical industry also needs more talent reserves. Jonathan is still worth affirming in terms of his profession."

Victor scrutinized Schiller's expression; he didn't look like he was saying one thing while meaning another.

"Are you serious? This doesn't really sound like you." Victor shook his head, put his attention back on his dinner plate, and said, "Jonathan is a born sociopath. He will never honestly be a professor. If a big mess really happens then, it will be too late."

"Sociopaths have their uses too," Schiller smiled and said, "There are two new superheroes in the city; how can there not be supervillains to oppose them?"

"New superheroes, who are you talking about?"

"Of course, Batman and Superman," Schiller also lowered his voice and said, "If I'm not mistaken, someone should have already noticed their existence."

In the mayor's office of the Cat Getan municipal government, the Pale Knight stared blankly at a photo. The secretary stood to the side waiting for him to speak.

"This thing didn't affect the skyline, did it?"

"Not yet," the secretary replied, "The height does not exceed those high-rise buildings near the beach; you can only see a little bit from the gaps between the high-rise buildings. There is currently no risk of damaging the skyline."

"Then leave it alone for now," the Pale Knight said, "And don't tear it down. Just treat it as a new project by the Tourism Bureau."

The secretary refocused his gaze on the photo. On the beach of Cat Getan, a sandcastle over ten meters high stood majestically. Tourists were gathered around the castle to visit, clearly feeling very curious about it.

However, they were all just gathered at the bottom, while two figures were standing on the balcony on the second floor of the sandcastle. If the photo were enlarged, both people were familiar faces: one was Bruce Wei En, and the other was Clark Kent.

"Do you know where these two went?" the Pale Knight asked.

"They should be staying at the Wei En Hotel not far from the beach. But for some reason, they didn't use the hotel's private beach, but went to the public beach instead. A little later, they returned to the hotel. According to witnesses, they were also carrying a little girl."

"That should be Aisha, Bruce's daughter. This Bruce Wei En is clearly not... forget it. Find someone to watch the hotel; if they come out, send a car to pick them up and bring them here."

"Okay, I'll arrange it immediately."

Night was about to fall, and Batman had also changed into his equipment. Although he had played happily during the day, he still had to do some serious business at night.

Batman wasn't that reckless either; he didn't intend to return to Wei En Manor dressed like this, but only intended to go to Wei En Tower first to find out what was going on. After all, there were also several labs there; maybe he could get some equipment.

Most importantly, Wei En Tower used facial recognition devices, which would allow him to swipe his face to get in. If he went to Wei En Manor, Alfred would definitely be able to recognize that he wasn't the local Batman.

Superman went with him, but didn't intend to go in with him, just keeping watch on the perimeter of the building. To avoid being too conspicuous, he didn't wear Superman's uniform, but put on a sports jacket over his short sleeves from the day.

The two of them went out in such a nondescript way. When they were about to reach the underground parking lot, Superman still couldn't help but say, "The two of us are like those worst kinds of convention partners: one is fully armed, and the other doesn't take it seriously at all."

"You actually go to conventions," Batman said, looking back, "Next time the two of us can go together. I'll dress up as Batman, and you dress up as Superman."

"That's so boring; I should dress up as Batman, and you dress up as Superman."

"I've dressed up before," Batman said, "At that time, Zatanna was performing magic on stage, and something went wrong. To save the show, I put on your uniform..."

"What? Which performance? The Best Magician Tour?"

"Seems like it. Metropolis special. Many people saw it, and there was even news about it. Didn't you see it?"

"I'm not the kind of person who searches for their own codename on the internet and then replies under every negative comment."

"Who are you referring to? Could it be me? I'm not that bored." Batman turned his head back.

"Of course you aren't, because you even reply under the positive comments." Superman seemed to have thought of something interesting, and he said, "You even used your main account to like the blog where Diana reviewed the Justice League."

"Because I am Batman's sponsor, OK?"

Just as he said this, a black business car stopped in front of them. A man and a woman in formal wear got out of the car.

"Mr. Bruce Wei En and Mr. Clark Kent, hello. We are municipal government staff. The mayor would like to invite the two of you to dinner; please come with us."

Batman's raised arm paused, because there were simply too many points to criticize in this one sentence. He didn't even know where to start.

Although he really wanted to emphasize "use titles when outside," but after all, the Batman of this universe had long since quit, and it was only right that the other party couldn't satisfy Batman's need to hide his identity.

But since you claim to be municipal government staff, can you not dress like the agents in "Men in Black"?

And, those who know you are municipal government staff know that the mayor is inviting them to dinner; those who don't might think you were sent by the Godfather. What is the difference between this tone and a gangster?

In fact, there is no difference. Because under the leadership of Luo Yi, the municipal team of Cat Getan City is indeed a large-scale gang. Even if they are gradually washing their hands of it now, they won't be able to get rid of their gangster habits for a while.

Such a style has one advantage, and that is that they basically don't allow the other party to refuse. Even if the other party is Batman and Superman, they have to weigh whether, if they don't go, the other party will offer them a condition they can't refuse.

Batman and Superman got into the car. Batman wanted to find out what was going on, but both the driver in the main seat and the woman in the passenger seat were very tight-lipped.

"Fine, the code of silence. I understand," Batman sighed and said in a low voice, "At least you have to tell me what we're eating tonight, right?"

"The private banquet hall of the municipal government has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you; you don't need to worry about that," the woman finally spoke.

But when Batman further brought up topics like "what the mayor wants with him," the woman became silent again.

This made Batman understand that the other party was quite well-trained; they really didn't look like municipal government employees, but more like FBI agents.

This strange sense of inversion often appeared in this universe: employees looked like agents, superheroes looked like ordinary people, and clerical staff looked like gangster thugs. It seemed like everything here was inverted and chaotic...

It wasn't until he got out of the car and was led into the municipal government's banquet hall that Batman realized this chaotic sense of inversion wasn't an illusion.

Because standing behind the long table waiting for them was none other than the Joker.

Of course, the Pale Knight had long since stopped wearing Joker makeup. But Jack Napier was basically the template for the Joker who appeared most often in every universe, and even the local Joker Jack in this universe used this template. After washing off the Joker makeup, he also looked very much like the Pale Knight.

Unsurprisingly, in the universe where Batman was, the Joker also looked like this. Although Joker makeup would partially blur the face, this clearly couldn't fool Batman, and even less could it fool Superman, who had super vision.

Batman instinctively took a step back and bumped into Superman. Superman placed a hand on his arm and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

But what made Batman take half a step back wasn't just Jack Napier's face, but the Joker, who should have been using this face to make all kinds of crazy laughing expressions, was now looking at them with a serious face, full of disapproval.

It was indeed scary for the Joker to laugh out loud every day, but if he didn't laugh one day, it would be even scarier. Because you really couldn't help but think about what could make even the Joker unable to laugh.

And, why did his tightened lips and downward-curved corners look so familiar? Are you Batman or am I Batman?

Fortunately, before Batman could let his imagination run wild too much, the Pale Knight spoke: "Welcome. Sit down first."

At this time, Batman realized that the person who came to pick him up just now said the mayor invited him to dinner, so this Mr. Napier in front of him was the mayor?

This world had finally gone crazy.

Batman and Superman sat down. One delicious dish after another was served. To be honest, Batman was a bit hungry, but he still didn't move his knife and fork, because this Joker sitting in the main seat seemed to have something to say. He didn't expect that one day Batman would have to look at the Joker's expression to eat.

"First of all, on behalf of the citizens of Cat Getan, I welcome the arrival of the two of you. However, the masterpiece created by the two of you on the beach in Cat Getan today has caused quite a reaction. Although it is a public area, if it attracts a large number of citizens to watch, it will still cause safety hazards..."

Batman and Superman looked at each other, both looking a bit guilty. With Aisha alone, it was impossible to build such a large castle. That sandcastle was indeed mainly their masterpiece.

"Sorry," Superman spoke first, because he knew Batman would absolutely not be willing to apologize to the Joker, so he said first, "We were a bit carried away when we played. But this is also because your city has beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate, which greatly inspired our creative inspiration. Such public art is displayed in major cities around the world. Although the audience is enthusiastic and curious, most of them have a sense of propriety. I believe the quality of your citizens..."

This is the necessity of carrying a reporter with you when you go out. Batman thought. Clark Kent is the best reporter in the world.

(End of chapter)