"...Alberto?" Main Universe Batman spoke the name. Alberto Falcone. The infamous Holiday Killer. What was he doing here?
Main Universe Batman suddenly remembered: Halloween was almost here. Was he here to commit a crime?
But he quickly dismissed the thought. After all his investigations, the green bald man, though irritating, maintained strict control. Crime rates on the East Coast had dropped infinitely close to zero. The Holiday Killer was not a Superpower User; he had no ability to commit crimes under a super AI's watchful eye.
Besides, the mob in Bruce's universe had long since left the stage. The city's atmosphere was nothing like when the Roman was still around. He had heard the transition had been smooth, with no trouble. Since there was no mob anymore, there should have been no conflict between father and son Falcone. The Holiday Killer should not have appeared.
"You know me?" the man said. "Then again, you look like Bruce's relative. Why haven't you gone looking for him?"
"He hasn't been in Gotham lately. But you—I remember the Falcone family had an estate, didn't they? Did Brainiac throw you out?"
The other man chuckled. "I stopped living there long before Brainiac arrived. I went back to Italy. I only returned yesterday."
So that was it. Main Universe Batman thought. There were at least two pieces of noteworthy information in Alberto's words: first, Brainiac had not arrived recently—he had likely been here for quite some time; second, the Falcone family seemed no longer to be in Gotham, having returned to their old home in Italy.
"Then why did you come back now?" Main Universe Batman asked.
"That's private. You'd better not tell anyone you saw me. We may have washed our hands of it long ago, but we still have a few enemies. It