Just as Heisenberg used his usual magnanimous smile to conceal the gloom in his heart, the faint sound of engines suddenly came from the distant sky.
Following the sound, Heisenberg saw an unmanned Batplane flying toward Themyscira from beyond its shores.
"What's Bruce up to?"
He was somewhat curious. After all, he had been enjoying the fun of beating Clark senseless and had not paid much attention to anyone else.
Did the arrival of this plane mean Bruce intended to leave?
Was he too embarrassed to ask me to open the Bifrost?
With that thought, Heisenberg turned away and stopped paying attention to the plane.
Gotham was probably in trouble again.
That dump caused trouble every other day. It was absolutely the kind of place even Heisenberg had no interest in cleaning up.
Other places were merely places where birds wouldn't shit.
Gotham...
When birds flew over it, even their shit smelled good!
Far better than The Joker's bad breath, Penguin's body odor, and especially the Riddler's riddles!
Thinking that, Heisenberg took the fruit Diana handed him and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites.
At that moment, Diana heard the engine as well. She grabbed a piece of fruit for herself as she softly asked,
"Why is Bruce's plane coming here? Is he planning to leave?"
"Probably. Let him handle his own business."
Heisenberg nodded and gave a noncommittal reply.
Seeing that, Diana nodded as well.
"That works. His combat strength really isn't suited to joining our special training yet. If he wants to leave, let him leave.
I'll notify my people. If I don't tell them what's going on, I'm afraid their arrows might accidentally shoot the plane down!"
"Go on. We'll continue sparring after half an hour of rest."
"Of course! I'll last longer than I