A bird of prey had entered the ominous forest called Gotham.
Bruce Wayne wanted to learn the other man's identity.
But when he pressed the button,
the screen displayed several glaring red words: No Data Available.
Before the hundred-inch computer screen, Bruce frowned.
"No criminal record, no driver's license, no spending records, no entry records..."
Either this man had lived in a primeval forest since birth, or, like him, he was wearing a false face.
Walking beneath an umbrella through Gotham's bustling streets, David touched his face.
His exceptional eyesight had spotted the pinhole camera on Batman's chest, but he paid it no mind.
The face was completely genuine.
It had merely been adjusted slightly from its original appearance.
"The human face has more than forty muscles, divided into facial muscles and chewing muscles."
Facial muscles, along with blood vessels and nerves, intertwined around cartilage and bone. Smooth skin lay over the muscles. These tissues were interconnected and worked together, allowing for all kinds of movements and expressions.
"Yet people can control very few of them. Exceptionally gifted performers can control more facial muscles, making their faces slightly stiff and subtly resemble someone else, imitating others—but even they cannot control them all."
Ordinary people could never do something like this. He just happened not to be ordinary, and could barely even be considered human.
Thanos's Eternal mutant physiology gave him the ability to precisely and freely control every muscle in his body. He could use it to practice combat and control his strength, or to alter his facial appearance.
"Thanos probably never used this ability.
For one, a dark overlord like him might disdain hiding himself, and even if he did, he had better methods, such as magic and technology.
Besides, there was no hiding his two- to three-meter-tall