Moses had no idea how this had happened.

The location was the Iceberg Restaurant. He, Diana and the red-haired, blue-eyed "Zina Sharapova" sat in a small private room on the second floor. Bruce Wayne would have reserved the entire restaurant, but the two ladies didn't want to be too conspicuous, so they quietly walked through the employee passage to the second floor, unnoticed, and Moses only received envious looks from a few restaurant staff.

"Gotham is synonymous with chaos and decadence in the eyes of outsiders, but there are also many prosperous areas worth visiting in the city. It is the security problem that restricts the development of the tourism industry." The current SHIELD agent, whose real name is Natasha Romanoff, propped her chin with one hand and casually stirred the cream soup in her hand, looking like she had no intention of tasting it. The private room has good sound insulation, but you can still hear the bustling voices and music coming from the cocktail party in the ballroom on the first floor. "After the appearance of the Wayne Group, the surrounding area has become much more lively, but some problems still cannot be solved with money."

"Commissioner Gordon has worked very hard," Moses said. "Of course, I am not excusing some of the GCPD's failures, but Commissioner Gordon is indeed one of the most responsible police officers I have ever met."

"Indeed, Apollo and Erebus coexist, and Gothan is gradually developing in a good direction." Diana agreed, "Just like the ice cream in this restaurant tastes really good, even better than many Michelin restaurants in Washington. Who is their boss?"

"Currently it's Oswald Cobert. This restaurant is very popular in Gotham, but the owner himself is more famous by his nickname than by his name." Moses lowered his head and casually said the penguin man's name. "I don't want to judge people behind their backs, but it is said that he is quite dangerous. It is better not to deal with him unless necessary."

"So you like sweets?" Natasha turned to Diana and asked, "Girls who work out don't seem to eat high-calorie foods."

"No, I don't work out." The woman scooped a spoonful of ice cream, "I just... usually exercise a lot."

Natasha jokingly said, "It seems that none of us three are the typical office workers."

Moses, who was cutting steak, moved slowly, relaxed the muscles in his arms, and looked innocent: "Don't look at me - I'm a man, and as you know, parachuting, rock climbing, and wilderness survival are very physically demanding."

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated at this moment, and it showed that the caller was Alfred: "Sorry, I have to go out to answer the phone."

Natasha turned her head and watched him walk quickly out of the box. She stopped a waiter and asked about the location of the fire escape stairwell. Her movements were orderly and she was used to treating others respectfully. There was no trace of a nouveau riche in her.

Diana put the last of her dessert into her mouth and said, "He's fascinating in a way."

"Bruce?" Halfway through the meal, they became so familiar with each other that they called each other by name. "Indeed, and I think his temperament is more attractive than his appearance. I can't think of anyone who would refuse his invitation? Unless she or he already has a lover."

"I thought you were talking about me," Diana said.

After the only man present left, the atmosphere in this small room suddenly became less harmonious, but it couldn't be said to be confrontational either - it was just that some temptations that had been submerged finally surfaced.

Natasha: "Or myself."

The two women who were not moved by superficial beauty looked at each other and felt admiration for each other at the same time.

"You mean Bruce Wayne's temperament?" They continued to talk about the same topic, because that was the purpose of this gathering. "That seems to be exactly what he is most criticized for. I heard some of his exaggerated deeds before I came to Gotham."

Natasha said: "Me too, he's like the second Tony Stark. Not as arrogant, not as talented, but just as repulsive and never afraid of self-depreciation."

"But he won't be the next Iron Man."

"No?" Natasha looked at Diana deeply. "Do you really mean that? I thought you were friends."

"In fact, we have only met twice, and the police can testify to that." Diana remained calm. "I want to know what caused you to misunderstand."

Natasha was silent for a moment.

The music downstairs suddenly became louder, like a rock song. The colorful neon lights shone through the curtains, slightly brightening the silence in the room.

"Because I once saw a photo," the red-haired woman finally said. "It was taken during World War I."

They all knew what this meant, and Diana in that photo didn't look much different than she does now. But how can ordinary people achieve immortality?

The topic was becoming increasingly dangerous and involved many secrets, but the two people present were very stable, which came from their grasp of the development and changes of the situation. Finally, Diana shook her head: "I don't know who you are or which side you are on, but I have nothing to do with Bruce Wayne."

"—and Batman?"

Natasha was destined not to receive the other party's answer. At this time, the rumbling music was suddenly interrupted by the sound of broken glass and human screams. Natasha stood up suddenly and opened the curtain of the nearest window. The bright lights in the restaurant and the dark night outside were divided into two unrelated halves by a clear boundary line. They stood on the bright side and saw a huge bat-shaped shadow reflected on the night covered with dark clouds.

She suspected that people in the metropolis across the bay could see the bat light that stretched across the city and into the sky. No matter how exaggerated it was described in the newspapers, it was not as shocking as seeing it with one's own eyes.

Thinking of the blurry remains in the hands of the Director of SHIELD, even the experienced Black Widow couldn't help but feel an unspeakable shudder in the contrast with reality.

**

"It was the ugly girl," Alfred said. "After she escaped from Arkham, she probably couldn't help herself and robbed the Penguin Man's cargo truck for no reason and crashed it into the nearest gas station. There were 28 tons of tobacco in it, and probably some small and unidentifiable items."

"Coincidentally, I am witnessing part of the crime scene." Moses stood in front of the French window on the second floor, watching the furious Penguin Man push the head of one of his subordinates into the boiling soup, "But Batman may not be needed today."

"What?"

"You can see it if you turn on the TV now. I saw at least two media helicopters."

Wonder Woman appeared in Gotham without warning and hung the Lasso of Truth on the ceiling chandelier. She didn't even bother to cover her face. She held the other end of the rope tightly and jumped down, kicking the armed bodyguard next to the penguin man. And 'Gina Sharapova' solved the guard at the door and began to organize the guests to leave in an orderly manner.

"Wow." The old butler who saw the big scene on the screen said, "I'm beginning to feel a little sympathy for Mr. Cobblepot. Not only did he lose money tonight, he might also suffer a bloody disaster."

"Maybe I should be thankful that they won't risk other people's lives just to test me." The man pursed his lips, looking a little angry. "How's the ugly girl doing? Is she still alive?"

"Hold on, I'm contacting Commissioner Gordon... Good news and bad news, sir. The good news is that Harley Quinn is alive and only has minor burns. The bad news is that just a moment ago, the clown disappeared - he didn't seem to have any intention of hiding his true identity, and broke into the home of a district attorney, intending to kidnap him and take him away from Gotham."

Moses took a deep breath and looked up. The bat lights above the city were still bright.

The layers of cumulonimbus clouds behind it were distorted under the light, and at first glance they looked like a funny smiling face.