Ian's Pinduoduo Spaceship

Batman really did feel the stifling frustration of being treated like an idiot by Ian.

Still.

The reactor in Ian's hand was definitely real. At the time, he had thought the little thing was pretty cool, with a high energy density, so he had kept it on him like a portable power bank.

He had not expected it to come in handy now.

"Whatever you say."

Bruce had also learned the best way to communicate with Ian.

Do not argue.

Arguing would only get him talked into a corner and leave him stewing in his own anger. So he gave a perfunctory reply and walked forward almost cautiously, taking the Micro Reactor from Ian's hand. The cube felt slightly heavy in his palm, its temperature held steady at just above human body temperature, and its surface was smooth and fine to the touch.

"The miniaturization of a nuclear fusion reactor—this technology is actually this mature." The more Bruce looked, the more alarmed he became. He immediately brought it to the testing equipment beside him and connected the probes.

It was the Batcave, after all.

Of course it had every kind of instrument.

A waterfall of data instantly erupted across the screen: energy readings, output curves, stability indicators—each item made Bruce's heartbeat quicken another notch.

"Output power—incredibly stable—energy conversion efficiency—the theoretical limit? How is this cooling system designed? Material tolerance—" he murmured to himself, completely immersed in the world of technical analysis. The fatigue from moments ago seemed to vanish, and his eyes gleamed with an almost fanatical light.

Although Ian had already started rummaging around the Batcave for food, Bruce had no attention to spare for him now. When it came to science and technology, he also had a scientist's kind of pursuit.

"Crunch, crunch."

Ian was looking for some