The Joker's lighter was a very important item in Batman's memories, because it usually lit the fuse of some bomb, or some flammable substance capable of burning down an entire building.
Overlord Superman couldn't say Batman felt no fear at all, but it was more like an instinctive stress response that had settled deep into him. If it had been the Batman he knew, the Joker's spine should have been broken four times already.
But now, Bruce sat down in the chair beside Arthur with an unlit cigarette between his teeth. He lowered his head and leaned forward, shielding the flame with one hand while pressing the other against the armrest.
Arthur also bent forward, bringing the lit end of his nearly finished cigarette toward Bruce's.
The instant Bruce's cigarette caught fire, a flash of red streaked past with a whoosh, and both cigarettes in their mouths turned to ash.
Two pairs of crossed eyes stared blankly at the black smoke rising before them.
"What are you doing?!" Bruce looked up at Overlord Superman in disbelief, as though he were looking at an alien.
Overlord Superman was also stunned by his matter-of-fact attitude. Shouldn't I be the one asking that?
"There's marijuana in those cigarettes!"
"I know."
Overlord Superman was left speechless again.
For the first time in his life, Superman felt that joining this game alone was rather helpless.
Bruce turned back around and leaned against his chair, saying in a slightly cheerful tone, "I just wanted to wake myself up. Are you from an 'illegal state'?"
Overlord Superman furrowed his brow deeply. If not for the resistance of his facial muscles, those two resolute eyebrows would have twisted themselves into knots.
Overlord Superman was someone who valued rules greatly. By the standards of European and American political alignment,