In a temporary office converted from a guest room, Amanda Waller hurriedly set down her surveillance headphones, spun around, and roared at her subordinates behind her, "Notify the emergency security department immediately and have them suppress this! Hurry!"
The subordinate she had shouted at looked utterly bewildered. He had not understood Amanda's order, so he instinctively repeated, "Suppress what?"
"Bruce Wayne and his weird little proclivities, of course! Notify all the major newspapers right now and tell their editors to keep their mouths shut!"
"But..."
As if she could no longer stand it, Amanda slammed the headphones onto the table and turned to another agent. "Where's the Director? I want to speak to him personally!"
Before she had even finished speaking, the door was slammed open. A burly Black agent helped the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation limp inside.
Amanda looked shocked and hurried forward. The Director collapsed onto the sofa, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "That damned Bruce Wayne—what does he think he's doing? I'll make him understand just how far he has overstepped, and what price he'll pay for his reckless behavior!"
"Amanda, our old friend Editor Sovo should still be handling the Washington Post's current affairs section, right? Call him immediately. For the next three days, the Washington Post will focus all its reporting on Bruce Wayne's abuse and sexual assault of his adopted sons."
Amanda said nothing. She merely let out a long sigh, walked to the desk, and picked up the headphones. The Director turned to look at her, his expression deeply dissatisfied.
Amanda lifted the recording device and set it down on the table with a bang. The Director looked surprised at the headphones in her hand. He rolled his eyes, glanced at Amanda, then impatiently took them and put them