Deep talk with superficial friends is not suitable for the adult world.

Moses was wary of most people, even Iron Man. After all, this is a real world, and human character cannot be flattened with labels, and neither can superheroes or villains. As for the others, they were more or less deceived by his appearance and looked down on him. So that evening, the scene around Moses was basically like this:

Beauty, beauty, Bruce Wayne, beauty, beauty. Fortunately, Batman also has social skills, otherwise Moses really doubts whether he can get rid of the enthusiastic girls.

If nothing unexpected happened and he could get home on time, he had already drawn a map of Gotham in his mind and planned his night patrol.

The premise is that nothing unexpected happens.

In the middle of the banquet, Moses received a call from the old butler.

The cell phone vibrated, and he smiled ambiguously and pushed away another beauty who recommended herself. He stood up and buttoned up his high-end suit, and walked to a quiet corner like a fish in the blink of an eye. After pressing the call, Alfred said quickly: "I guess you don't have a chance to read the news now, but you should be interested. Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum jointly held a carnival party. Several criminals escaped from the pursuit of the Gotham Police Department and went out of the city. Some of them were seen heading towards New York. They were Maxi Zeus and Crocodile Man, with a group of minions in the prison."

"Are they the two leaders?" Moses was incredulous for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Hasn't that big guy been locked up in the basement of Arkham? How did he get out?"

"I always thought that Arkham Dean Quincy Sharp won the election by getting people drunk at the table and then giving speeches," the Englishman commented scathingly. "How can I help you? You should have your Batman armor with you, right?"

"I have it." It was very inconvenient to talk while holding up the phone. If he had known that his opponent was so urgent, Moses would have gotten the anti-blocking signal and communication device first. "The signal here is not good. I'll contact you after the problem is solved."

After all, the current Stark Building is still a commercial building. It is not the end of the working day yet, and there are many ordinary people. The security capacity is extremely limited for a lunatic with a strange mind. You know, a few minutes ago, someone joked that this was one of the safest gatherings in history because everyone in the world knew that Iron Man was there. The result was a slap in the face, coming fast and unexpectedly like a tornado.

The chandelier on the roof was hit, the light flickered, glass shards fell to the ground, and a beast-like roar infiltrated outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Batman is very familiar with these "old friends" and can tell who is who just by their voices. Moses' mind appears the wild figure of the crocodile man, and he doesn't know which sewer this guy came from.

"Back off! Everyone back off!" A security guard with a pistol in hand shouted into the intercom, "Don't fight them head-on. The thing he's holding will discharge electricity! The rest of you go upstairs. Someone is installing a bomb on the roof!"

"Wait a minute!" Tony was unable to stop it. The hall, which had just been filled with singing and dancing, fell silent for a moment, and was then drowned out by countless screams and curses.

"Everyone, don't move!"

Lex Luther in the crowd seemed to swear something, then pulled the person next to him and said, "Oliver Queen is not here. He just went to find the bathroom."

Moses was still hiding in the shadows, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Tony Stark rushing towards his suit.

In fact, considering Iron Man's fighting ability, Bruce Wayne can be a vase to prevent his identity from being exposed. But who is responsible for the problem? He now feels a mysterious embarrassment and shame, as if the dog he let out without locking the door has bitten someone else's family, and he has to work overtime to tie the chain back and pay for the damages.

So while the panicked people were following Stark's figure with hopeful eyes, he took two steps back, quietly opened the iron door of the fire escape and walked in.

The lights in the stairwell were dim, the camera was flashing red, and the thick walls completely blocked out the noise inside.

It was not difficult for Moses to block one or two cameras in Stark Tower in the chaos. He rushed out quickly after the red light went out, took out the uniform from the briefcase he brought with him, put it on, and then directly hung on the railing on the top floor with a hook.

He hoped that Iron Man, his temporary comrade, could maintain a basic understanding with him and go to the first floor to deal with the monster in the sewer first.

It took Moses more than ten seconds to climb up the building. He considered compensating Stark for the damage later - if necessary - but now he directly pulled the locked metal door on the ceiling to deform it, then pulled it down with force, supported himself with one hand and turned his body the moment he reached the outside, mercilessly kicking a criminal who had not yet reacted behind him, making him unable to get up.

"Um?"

A questioning voice came from the side, and then a sharp arrow pierced Batman's cheek and accurately hit the shoulder of another criminal holding an electric baton.

"Aren't you in the same group as them?" the man with a green hood and an unclear face asked as he drew his bow and shot an arrow.

"Gotan is under my charge," Moses said simply.

They were each responsible for one side. Fortunately, the bombs had not yet been installed, and these soldiers without anyone to command did not have much wisdom and autonomy.

"Wow, that's brave." Green Arrow thought for a moment and added, "Star City is now mine. It looks like we're in the same team for now?"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of gunfire coming from downstairs could be heard on the rooftop. The crocodile man's fighting ability was amazing, roaring and running around between the floors, accompanied by the explosion of shattering glass, lightning and the wailing of fear of humans. In a short period of time, he was able to fight back and forth with the gunfire of the iron armor. For a while, the fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark night like day, and even the color of the iron man flying at a low altitude could be distinguished.

Green Arrow's job ensures that he has excellent eyesight. When he changed his place of residence, he took the time to look downstairs: "This guy is really popular." They are both unofficial people standing on the side of justice, but why is the style of downstairs different from that on the top floor?

The next moment, the green arrow tip pierced the head of a man with a bomb tied to his body.

“Not necessarily,” said Moses.

"What?"

"We are not a gang." The dark knight raised his hand, and the bat claw pulled a criminal's arm and made him stagger. He ran over, and the ankle-length cloak fluttered in the wind, acting as a half shield and a barrier to disturb people's vision. "I don't kill people."

Green Arrow was shocked: "Are you serious?"

He stopped drawing the bow and looked around from behind the cover. He found that even in the hail of bullets, this guy still maintained his sense of propriety. Although the people lying on the ground were either unconscious or wailing with injuries, they were indeed not dead.

A gangster holding a submachine gun aimed at Moses nervously. Green Arrow almost killed him, as he didn't want to see his colleague die here. But Batman took a leap at the critical moment and jumped directly from the edge of the building.

"What—" The Star City vigilante was so surprised that he rolled and crawled to the edge of the roof and looked down. He saw the canopy behind Moses fully opened under the night sky, as if he had really grown a pair of bat wings. He glided around the building, and when he circled behind the armed criminal, he raised his claws and hooked the concrete platform. He returned to the roof without stopping, and then punched the enemy on the head, causing the weapon in his arms to fall.

"Tsk." Green Arrow retracted his neck, not wanting to admit that he was relieved for a moment and thought the other person's actions were cool enough. "Since you can solve it yourself, I'll leave first." The remaining people were not a big threat, and he had a hunch that someone would soon notice the movement on the roof. He hadn't figured out how to explain to others why Robin Hood from Star City appeared in New York.

As for Batman, he doesn't look like anyone needs to worry about him.

Moses ignored the other side's decision to retreat.

He knocked the last opponent to the ground, and when he stood up, he called the butler back: "Alfred? Are you there? I need you to go to the Batcave now, at the bottom of the elevator where we met last night..."

"I am already here, sir," said Alfred, "and I am glad to see that you have given me the power."

Batman was stunned for a moment: "...and then ask the Batplane to pick me up. I have to go back to Gotham."

"We're on the way." As if the two had worked together hundreds of times, the butler asked naturally, "What else?"

"...No more." Moses was a little embarrassed and a little happy, but he didn't show it. The dark knight was still the gloomy embodiment of fear. "Is there anyone else we need to deal with on the way back to Gotham? Does the police know why Maxi Zeus and Crocodile attacked Stark Tower?"

"I'm afraid you'll need to investigate this. The intelligence sources of the Gotham police are quite limited. In addition, you have to think of a suitable excuse to make Mr. Bruce Wayne leave the banquet without saying goodbye."

"They ran away because of fear or whatever reason they had," said Moses. "I'm not the only one who ran away in a hurry."

“Your reputation is important, too.”

“But there’s always a trade-off.”

After a while, the sound of the plane engine came into Moses' ears through the clouds. He stepped into this completely black, sci-fi vehicle, and when he walked into the cockpit, he saw the gold and red Iron Man rushing towards him at high speed.

Stark's voice penetrated the cold air at high altitude and was heard by the people inside the plane: "Hey! You know this is my territory! It's not that I won't let you park the plane, but remember to say hello next time!"

In response to him, there was a trail of blue flame left by the Batplane's rear wing as it crossed the sky, heading straight for Gothenburg.

"...Does everyone from criminals to vigilantes lack the courtesy to greet the host before visiting?!"

"Sir," Tony's AI said, "he left a note on your rooftop."

The man in the armor twitched his lips: "Scan, what does it say?"

"That's the contact number for Arkham Asylum in Gothenburg, sir."

“…”

"I guess you should leave the crocodile man and Mr. Zeus to them."

"That's not a request, thank you." The CEO of Stark Industries deadpanned, "Go to the fucking mental hospital. Contact the people at SHIELD. I saw them sneaking into the meeting in black suits. Ask them what the hell these lunatics are talking about, 'Weapons of the Greek Gods'."