The next day, Shane drove the Batmobile.
Nightwing didn't come over because of his condition and other reasons, but he still viciously denounced Shane through the earpiece.
"So you knew how to drive it! You didn't even spend more than ten seconds figuring it out before driving away!"
Shane mocked Nightwing's intelligence.
"Next time, you can say less pointless stuff like that. I can even fly a Spaceship, bro."
Nightwing was left speechless for a few seconds. Then his tone became resentful.
"At the very least, when we're in front of the media later, stop calling me 'bro.'"
With a graceful drift, Shane drove the Batmobile to the foot of the Wayne Enterprises building.
As a famous public figure, Bruce Wayne had to send certain signals to the public and provide explanations to some media outlets from the time he was hospitalized, through his discharge, and until his return to the company.
Shane didn't understand this sort of thing, but it seemed that the famous domestic corporations from his previous life operated the same way.
It might have involved public trust or something else.
The moment Batman got out of the car, reporters from all kinds of outlets raised their cameras and microphones—
They really had kept up with the times. Most of the reporters were holding recording devices about the size of metal lighters. There wasn't a single camera or boom microphone like Shane had imagined.
In accordance with what Nightwing had hoped for, aside from pausing for a moment when he saw Lois from this world, Shane didn't say a word afterward. He pushed through the swarming reporters and quickly entered the Wayne building.
Bruce Wayne's private office on the top floor of the Wayne building had temporarily been converted into something resembling a hospital room.
The desks