It was Spiderman's turn to be stunned. Actually, Harley Quinn didn't have it wrong. If it wasn't for Gwen also being a tech geek, the chances of him dying alone would be quite high.
"I'm sorry, but my girlfriend is like that too." Spiderman shrugged, jumped to the ground, folded his arms, and looked at Harley Quinn, saying, "And I can see that you've fallen in love with someone entirely different."
"You're wrong! We're very similar!"
"If you really are, then there would be no need for you to dress up like this, striving to find physical similarities only means you can't find any common internal ground between you two."
Harley Quinn looked murderous. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't think you were into psychology."
"I'm not, but my teacher is. If you're interested, we can chat more about this later. Let's deal with the current situation first."
Harley Quinn didn't want to admit she was interested, but her eyes and movements betrayed her. She turned her gaze aside, rubbing her nose, and said, "Fine, let's find somewhere to talk."
Half an hour later, Peter made a call in the Batcave to Jason. He said, "Bad news, Jason. The extraction of the active ingredient in the antidote is not going smoothly. For now, we can only rely on the oral solution. But this organization called the Joker Gang is tough to deal with."
"Of course, if we don't care about casualties, we could... alright, it would be great if you're willing to help. We plan to drop the next batch near the airport…"
After hanging up, Peter started searching on the Bat Computer and quickly pinpointed a factory.
Another half an hour later, Gordon looked at Peter doubtfully, "You want to borrow the Bat Light? But Batman isn't currently in Gotham."
"Yes, I don't plan to call Batman, I just want to broadcast an announcement, you know it's bright enough."
"That's true, follow me."
Another hour passed and a line of words with the bat logo was projected in the Gotham sky.
"Next batch of supplies countdown: 30:00"
The people in Gotham looked up at this line of text; they didn't really understand, but they were very familiar with the Batman logo.
Gothamites are not fools; they know Batman is someone who wants to save this city and has done so many times. If he wants to tell all citizens something this way, it must be critical.
The word 'supplies' confused everyone. They thought about whether this strange rich guy plans to drop food and water. Come on, we're not victims of disaster, how can supplying us with food and water be helpful?
Unexpectedly, the bat projection changed style, a few lines of text formed a circle, and in the center appeared a simple sketch. It was a toilet.
The city of Gotham exploded with chatter.
As Bruce Wayne was sitting on the plane and looking down through the window, he felt that something was strange. It seemed like everyone in Gotham was out and about, the streets packed with people.
He took out binoculars and took a good look, and found everyone was gathering in one direction, judging by the direction of the roads, it looked like they were heading to the airport.
Had they all come to welcome me? He sighed in his heart, but soon he felt relieved. Every city in the world might surrender to him, but never Gotham. That was the warmth of home.
The plane began to land. Just as it was about to arrive at the airport, Bruce saw a shadow beside the plane. Upon closer inspection, it was the Stagg Group airship.
Looking more closely, Bruce saw something hanging below the Stagg airship, but he couldn't quite make out what it was because of the angle.
But when he got off the plane, he finally saw what it was. It was a large package with a parachute, which floated down from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
Before Bruce could react, black lines suddenly appeared from all sides of the airport, and countless Gothamites surged over here.
His bodyguards yelled, "Protect the president! Protect the president!"
Bruce immediately took out his weapon, only to hear a scream from behind, followed by the rumbling sound of an earthquake. As he turned his head, a hippo the size of a two-story building charged toward him, with Harley Quinn seated atop.
Just as Bruce was about to speak, a shadow overhead grew closer. He looked up to see a giant seagull. The bird had obviously just returned from the dock after finishing its chips, and upon closer inspection, a familiar figure was standing on its head - Jason.
"Harley Quinn, you should go back to your lair and mourn for Joker, rather than risk disgracing yourself here!"
"You little brat, Joker should've hit you harder! Now I will do it on his behalf and make you suffer!"
No sooner had she finished speaking when the hippo and seagull engaged in a fight. The chaotic scene saw people tumbling around in all directions.
But the people of Gotham didn't fall so easily. When one of them fell, thousands more rose, rushing crazily towards the box.
Just as Bruce turned to look at the box, he noticed another parachute descending from the sky. The Riddler, landing atop the box, was impeccably dressed in a suit and top hat.
The Penguin, who had just arrived in an armored truck, shouted up, "Riddler! You're so despicable! Using flying devices is against the rules!"
"Hahahahaha! You fool, you couldn...ah!!!!!"
Suddenly, the Riddler started shaking uncontrollably. The Mad Hatter was pointing a brainwave controller at him, but he was ambushed by the Scarecrow with a dose of fear gas.
The scene resembled a grand party of madness.
Just as the battle was heating up, the box started shaking, as if there was something trying to crawl up from the ground below.
Seeing the troubling situation, Bruce rushed over. He shot a grapple hook onto the side of the box, and as the rope retracted, he swiftly jumped onto the box, looking for the bomb.
The next second, there was a bang, the ground bulged with vines, and the box shook violently and fell apart, causing Bruce to fall straight down.
Bang!
Bruce felt as if he had hit a curved surface. Looking up, he found himself in a golden pit, and the noise outside had stopped.
Having no choice, Bruce fired his grappling hook again, catching onto the edge of the pit and swiftly jumping out.
As his feet landed back on the ground, Bruce instinctively wobbled a little and looked down, only to realize that the thousands of citizens of Gotham surrounding him were all looking up at him.
Bruce had never imagined that joy and seriousness could blend so well on people's faces.
Countless black dots surrounded a central black dot, and when the object under Bruce's foot was revealed, Clark couldn't help but cover his eyes in the distance.
Under the deep blue night sky, they were all surrounding a giant golden toilet.
A loud cheer erupted, even more enthusiastic than on the president's inauguration day.
It was serious and absurd, dirty and pure, simple and romantic.
He climbed up, they climbed up.
As Clark thought about this moment, Bruce happened to turn around to look at him.
Clark raised his camera, capturing the final perfect shot for his documentary.
The next second, a roar echoed across Gotham.
"Clark Kent! Get out of my Gotham!!!!"