"... Including this one, we have received three small gifts from the bat." The police officer in charge of recording the case at the Gotham Police Station pointed to the tightly tied robber in front of him and said to Chief James Gordon, "Their confessions are almost the same. If this is not the hallucinogenic effect of the fear gas newly developed by Scarecrow, then I tend to believe that Xiao Chou is telling the truth."

Gordon was playing with the result of last night's search - a batarang, which had no trace of anything except the criminal's DNA. He said, "He's pretty efficient, isn't he?"

Another policeman chimed in, "Are you serious? A monster with pointy ears, a flying vampire or ghost, whatever. My eight-year-old son wouldn't take this absurd plot seriously. Be careful, man. This could be another psychopathic conspiracy."

Commissioner Gordon looked at the recorder and said, "Have you heard about the new vigilante policeman that has emerged in Star City recently? The one who solved Martin Summers has been on the news for several days. People call him Green Arrow. And there's the Flash in Central City who I don't know if he's a mutant. He's also very famous."

"So, hiding your identity and lynching is the new trend?"

"All right, Hobson," the recorder interrupted him, "if you can take care of that clownish fellow, we can put out a wanted warrant for the new vigilantes in Gotan tomorrow."

The police officer choked.

Gordon sighed slightly.

Recorder: "Anyway, we have to thank him for everything that happened last night. Do you know how many fewer people we killed in this operation than before? If there is really someone who can deal with those criminals in Arkham and make this city a little, a little less bad, then I am willing to let my daughter make a wish in front of the candles on her birthday that this Gotham vigilante is real."

**

Batman, who was being talked about so much, was still sleeping in his bed.

When Alfred opened the curtains and prepared to wake him up, Moses asked the old butler in a clear voice with a negotiating tone: "Can I sleep a little longer?"

"You'd better get up." Alfred checked the time. "Although New York is not far from Gothenburg, it will take time to queue up at the airport."

"What?" The man wrapped in the quilt still closed his eyes. He made a nouveau riche remark without any instruction, "Why can't we buy one?"

"Because you have only recently inherited the wealth, Bruce Wayne's name has not yet been added to the purchase list."

As a result of lack of sleep, Moses dozed off during the first half of the trip on the private plane. In the second half, he relied on his strong willpower and Batman's irresistible obsessive-compulsive disorder to wake himself up, turned on his computer and began to collect all kinds of information about Tony Stark.

In fact, Moses had heard of President Stark's reputation before signing the contract with the Will of the Universe. Who wouldn't know this playboy who was on the hot search every other day? But the conceptual understanding of an ordinary person and Batman's understanding are obviously two different things. When Moses saved the information that the other party could find in his memory and computer, he accidentally found some interesting places, and couldn't help but start to explore the privacy of the stranger and partner in depth, and even almost invaded the internal database of the US official agency. He finally realized what he was doing and stopped with a guilty conscience.

Of course, he doubted that he could easily overcome Batman's instincts because the signals and equipment on the plane were not as good as those in the Batcave, and the risks of continuing outweighed the benefits.

In short, by the time Moses packed up and rushed to the iconic Stark Building, he already knew that the personality of the richest man in New York was indeed as difficult to get along with as the media said. At the same time, the first thing he did after returning after being missing for three months was to announce industrial reforms and stop selling arms, which brought him into contact with the Wayne Group.

Press conferences held no appeal for Moses, and if it weren't for the real need to be in American high society, and Stark's press conferences and dinners provided just such an opportunity, he would rather perform for Repulsa in the Batcave.

So under the covert gazes of the reporters and other invited guests at the scene, this black-haired, blue-eyed young man, who was rumored to have incredible luck, suddenly possessed a huge fortune like the Count of Monte Cristo, and had a good-looking appearance that could be featured in entertainment magazines, seemed to be completely unconcerned about the occasion, and his mind was always hovering between half asleep and half awake.

Some people began to predict the birth of the next Playboy like New York Stark or Star City Quinn.

That face and figure alone are enough to attract the opposite sex, not to mention that the money that leaks out of Mr. Wayne's fingers is enough for an ordinary person to live a carefree life for a long time.

He doesn't even have to do anything, just don't say no.

Moses' wandering state continued until certain words reached his ears.

Tony Stark walked onto the stage and said, "...I am Iron Man."

Sitting up in shock from the dying illness!

Moses sat up straight, almost jumping up in shock at the sudden amount of information, and this action was not out of place at the moment. The expressions and actions of the others who heard this sentence were even more exaggerated than his. Almost everyone lost their minds. The situation was out of control for a time, and the noise seemed to be able to overturn the roof.

"System, system!" Moses tagged his assistant frantically, "Why did he admit it so openly!"

Isn’t the normal operation to be a masked vigilante?

Why is President Stark's painting style different from others?

System: "If he wants to admit it, then just admit it."

Moses: “Why can’t I?”

Because you are not on the same set.

System: "Do you want this?"

Standing behind the swarming crowd, looking at Iron Man who was surrounded with a serious expression, and the stock price fluctuating like crazy at this moment, listening to the screams and questions in his ears, no one knew what Bruce Wayne was thinking.

"No, I don't want to."

Masked vigilantes are great, I love my profession and I hope people never confuse Batman with Wayne.

For a moment, Stark seemed to notice that there was still one abnormally sane person left in the corner.

Steel blue eyes and caramel eyes met for a moment.

Baby Bruce gave her sweet business smile.

The person on the stage seemed stunned.

"System, the technology level of Iron Man's armor is too advanced." The man said with a silly smile, "I want to increase the threat level of Stark in the record."

Batman is watching you.

System: "As long as you are happy."

At the evening banquet, the host Tony Stark was absent for a long time.

Moses fully understood how busy he was both as a new superhero and as President Stark, and couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for his partner's still thick hair - even though his own risk of hair loss was no less than his partner's.

But Bruce Wayne still has to be there, people have to know him, the world needs to accept someone who suddenly appears - whether it is Batman or Bruce. There is no cooperation without contact, even if Mr. Wayne does not do practical work, the mascot still needs to be familiar.

Some people, even if they don't actively show themselves, are shining among the crowd.

"He doesn't look like a nouveau riche at all." People whispered to each other, "How could such a person appear in a place like Gotan?"

"If I were him, I would move out of Gotham. That city has already been in tatters. Maybe one day the White House will lose its patience and launch a nuclear bomb, and the world will be at peace."

"I heard that Mr. Wayne donated a lot of money to charity."

"It's a familiar trick used by the richest people. Everyone does it, although I think doing charity in Kota Kinabalu is just throwing money away."

"But who gave him the money?"

In capitalist society, people with huge wealth have already stood at the top of the pyramid. No matter what Bruce Wayne spends his money on, there will always be people who flatter and praise him.

"Oh my god, I see Lex Luther, he's drinking with Oliver Queen."

"Why? How did they get together?"

"Quinn was kidnapped once before, maybe Luther will recommend his own security to him."

"Ah—Bruce Wayne walked over too! If Stark were here, these would be the four richest men in America!"

Moses took the initiative to go over and say hello. In addition to work reasons, the main reason was that he also wanted to meet the super villains from other cities besides the psychopaths.

You know, he had only heard the name Lex Luther on political channels before!

Unexpectedly, after he became Batman, his opponent changed from a presidential candidate to a partner of Xiao Chou's camp. For a moment, he didn't know whether Luther's status had been upgraded or declined.

But just as he clinked glasses with the two people and before he had time to introduce himself politely, the noise from the crowd behind him started again.

An idea popped up in Moses' mind, and when he turned around, he found that it was indeed the host of the banquet, Shanshan, who was late.

The Iron Man's every move without the armor was no different from what was written in the paper data, but Moses did not underestimate the combat effectiveness of the armor and the intelligence of the man in front of him. He was also thinking about whether to upgrade the Bat Armor, but the firepower was too strong and it was easy to kill people...

"Forget it," the system said. "Even if you can build a Gundam, it won't work. Gotham vigilantes don't like to use guns."

Batman's shell really expressed rejection in every cell at the thought of killing people, and Moses almost wanted to raise his hands to cover his face.

The gap between superheroes and superheroes is too big.

System: "But you have the Batmobile, and the Batwing. Aren't they nice?"

Moses recalled the Batmobile's smooth curves, the moving engine sound, the driving feel, and the unparalleled speed.

He said sincerely: "Batmobile, eternal God."

"Good evening, gentlemen." Tony had already walked over. As others said, when Luther, Quinn and Wayne stood together, it was hard for others to divert their attention elsewhere. At least Tony saw the three young rich men smiling at each other and toasting each other. "So far, so good?"

"Of course." Lex Luther, who seemed to be the smoothest, spoke first. "I'm happy to meet new friends. By the way, Mr. Stark, your armor is very nice."

"Without a doubt." Iron Man accepted the compliment without any modesty. Then he looked past the two acquaintances he had seen in various occasions recently and looked at Moses. "Congratulations to you too, Mr. Lucky."

The black-haired young man didn't mind what the other party said at all, and shrugged his shoulders in a relaxed manner: "Thank you, I am very satisfied with my current life. How many people in this world can have wealth without working hard, and just eat, drink and have fun every day?"

Oliver Queen next to him joked, "Like me?"

Tony: “And me.”

"But you're Iron Man, that doesn't count."

Together they looked at the chairman of LexCorp - the only one who always seemed to be doing something.

Moses felt that the smile on this villain's face was almost frozen.