"That's why I hope to get help from Dr. Banner's research results."

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Iron Man, Dr. Banner and Captain America sat in a circle, with a cube emitting strange light in the middle of them.

"The Cosmic Cube is highly confidential. We have been trying to study it for more than a few decades, but we have never achieved any definite results until an accident happened a while ago." Fury pointed to a strange crystal that was constantly moving around next to the Cosmic Cube. "During the process of collecting energy, an unknown gravitational collapse occurred, and after that we detected new energy fluctuations. Later, researchers tried to locate the source of this energy but failed, and only obtained some blurry images that could not determine the time and location."

He paused after saying this, observing the reactions of the others present. The two highly intelligent researchers stared at the Cosmic Cube in silence, clearly caught in a brainstorm that others could not understand. Only Captain America, who was not very interested in this, said "uh".

"So, you think this could be an image from a parallel universe?"

"It could also be the past or future of our world," Fury said. "There are too many possibilities, and we can only rule them out as the research progresses. But you should understand how far-reaching the impact will be if we can observe our future - or the future of a parallel world. I didn't sign a paper confidentiality agreement, it's useless. I'd rather trust your character than a written contract."

No one present showed any emotion because of his sincere words. Tony even sneered: "Where is the female agent who was sent to monitor me before? Don't you trust her? Why isn't she here today?"

Captain Steve frowned slightly.

"She has a mission," Fury replied calmly, "In Gotham."

Captain America asked, "Why Gotan?"

Dr. Banner then said, "Because of Batman? He risked a lot to save people and shared Hydra's intelligence with us. I don't think he is an enemy... Although Hulk would refute this view."

Iron Man also said: "You might as well admit that you wanted to assassinate him."

"Okay, okay." Fury had to raise his hands. "For the last piece of information, I have told you everything I know."

Iron Man winked at his companions: Who believes it? I don't believe it anyway.

Banner smiled with a hint of helplessness and sadness. Steve patted Tony's shoulder soothingly.

"A photo." The director of SHIELD opened the encrypted file on the computer. "It has been highly restored, but nothing is clear. You can imagine it as you like."

"What the hell is this..."

The photo was indeed blurry, and the small movies on strange websites were hundreds of times higher resolution than it. But even so, one could vaguely see that the background seemed to be a long wooden cabinet of unknown shape buried in the soil, with a blurry human lying in it with his hands folded, and a pair of long, bat-like horns on his head.

**

Moses came to the Wayne Group early in the morning after a long absence to report.

His secretary spent fifteen minutes tearfully complaining about her miserable situation of having to work overtime even though Christmas was approaching. She slammed all the corporate documents of target clients all over the world on Moses' desk. This time, even if Moses repeatedly said that the processing salary could not eliminate her resentment about not being able to see the boss for three of the five meetings.

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like the US dollar?

Sitting at his desk, facing a pile of documents taller than him, Moses was lost in confusion.

Dick went to school, Alfred was the butler, and Big Brother Tam couldn't find anyone to help Batman handle official business.

Just as he was signing a multi-enterprise joint document for agricultural technology charitable support to Wakanda and wondering when such a country had emerged, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Long time no see, Mr. Wayne." The visitor brushed up his hair and raised his lips. His western-style clothes looked like a runway outfit based on his figure and temperament. "I heard you were in the company today, so I thought I had to come and say hello."

"...Ms. Prince?" Moses immediately recalled the name. "I didn't expect to see you here." He paused and frowned unhappily. "Is this the Gotham Police Department? Is your behavior legal?"

"I have passed the formal application process of the Wayne Group. This is a legal and reasonable business cooperation, Mr. Wayne. Director Gordon said that I passed through Gotan because of "official business". Strictly speaking, my main purpose is to help here." Diana emphasized the word "official business".

"I am standing here just to prevent my temporary boss from having unnecessary misunderstandings. But it seems that you don't have much time to pay attention to these trivial matters." She glanced meaningfully at the pile of thought-provoking documents.

"This is an accident." Moses sighed, "I should have found a successor for myself as soon as possible."

Diana did not comment on the irresponsible statement, saying only: "But I heard that you have adopted a child."

While newspapers across the United States are reporting on the Stark Expo, which is being held again after more than 30 years, Gotham newspapers have been doing the opposite recently, promoting two pieces of news: In addition to Commissioner James Gordon lighting the Batlight for the first time at night, Bruce Wayne, who was kidnapped at the dinner and rescued by Batman, is preparing to adopt a teenager who is no more than ten years younger than him.

"Dick... I would give the Wayne Group to him if he wanted. But I doubt the young man is interested in that."

Bruce Wayne stood in front of the French window in his office, his expression of indifference mixed with some real worries, which made his usually light-hearted temperament suddenly become more mature, as if he had matured three or five years in an instant. If the media saw the appearance of the playboy Bruce Baby, who was being praised by them, they would never regard him and Dick Grayson as being of the same generation.

And he is indeed very good-looking.

Even with what Wonder Woman has seen and known, this must be acknowledged.

Moreover, Diana examined her heart and found that she did not hate communicating with him. Although according to past experience, men like Bruce Wayne were never on the dating list of Paradise Island warriors. She began to think seriously about the reason for her change and considered whether she should find an opportunity to use the Lasso of Truth on herself to ensure that there was no strange magic effect mixed in.

Or maybe it's Wayne who's at fault.

She seemed to be lost in thought, but her emotions were at odds with her rationality. It was as if she had reunited with her old comrades from her hometown after many years. She was in a relaxed mood and even made a little joke: "Just like you?"

The black-haired, blue-eyed man blinked and turned back. The resistance just now faded from his face like snowflakes. Now he looked friendly and pleasant, as if he had no guard at all: "He has a much better future than me, and I still have this self-awareness - in fact, you should have told me that you would come earlier." He made an inviting gesture with a warm but not flattering smile, "Would you like to have a drink tonight? I know a shop, their desserts are pretty good."

"I..." Diana didn't know which word of his touched the heart of this always lukewarm cultural relic restorer. She hesitated, but her answer was quickly interrupted by another knock on the door.

Moses shrugged regretfully: "It seems that I am quite busy today. I am destined not to be favored by the beauty, right?"

As he spoke, he opened the office door. The person outside the door was stunned when he saw the scene inside the room. His green eyes swept over Diana Prince, who was half leaning against the wall with her arms around her chest, and finally fell on Moses: "Am I disturbing you? Zina Sharapova, temporary secretary." The red-haired woman stretched out her hand without holding the document. "I'm here to tell you that the invitation letter for the Stark Expo has been forwarded to your personal email. In addition-"

Her beautifully shaped lips curled up slightly, and her eyes moved vaguely between Diana and Moses: "Do you have extra free time tonight? I need to discuss some work handover issues with you."