Bruce had seen Captain America on Battleworld, but this Captain America seemed not to know Batman. Bruce wasn't sure whether he hadn't participated in that game or simply hadn't encountered Batman during it.
But Bruce had already known that Captain America was a public figure in this universe, so it wasn't strange that he recognized him. Bruce's impression of Captain America was that he was a hero, albeit a somewhat naïve one.
Of course, Bruce knew that view was limited, because it only applied to his own universe. Not every universe had a city as heavyweight as Gotham. Perhaps in other universes, Captain America truly was a defender of peace and justice.
"You saved me?"
Captain America shook his head. "Not exactly. You weren't actually in any real danger. I just don't agree with old Osborn's methods."
"You know what they're doing?"
"Of course." Captain America sighed, walked over to a nearby chair, and sat down. "Conducting more human experiments to investigate some mysterious virus is unethical."
"But before this, they were only screening potentially affected targets throughout California and New York State, giving them various examinations and tests."
"But old Osborn paid special attention to you. There must be a reason for that. Would you be willing to tell me?"
Captain America stayed beside him with a deeply sincere expression. The nerve that had been twitching in Bruce's head finally eased a little. He propped himself up with his arm and sat up in bed, pointing to the pocket of the coat hanging nearby. "Could you get something for me?"
Captain America turned around and saw the bulging pocket of Bruce's coat. After taking it over, he found several tubes of energy gel inside.
"Did they give you this?" Captain America frowned. "I haven't seen this on the market.