I've Made a Fool of Myself

A few days later, Du Mu received notice that he had officially been reinstated and returned to work at the Gotham Police Department.

He had not been idle these past few days either. He had visited most of Gotham's activated teleportation points, including the most conspicuous building in the entire city, Wayne Tower.

For some reason, these wealthy superheroes all seemed to have a special hobby—they loved making their company buildings as flashy as possible, the more ostentatious, the better.

Tony's Stark Tower was like that, and Bruce Wayne's Wayne Tower took it even further.

The top of Wayne Tower had two sharp protrusions. From a distance, the building's silhouette looked exactly like Batman wrapped in his cape, as if it were terrified people might fail to associate the place with Batman. They were not even trying to hide it.

Of course, Batman had a reason for being so blatant.

Everyone in Gotham knew what kind of person Bruce Wayne was: an idle playboy who could do nothing but spend money.

A spoiled rich kid like that and Batman—the taciturn, inarticulate man who only knew how to throw punches and kicks—were practically different species. No one would ever connect the two.

After all, no one would imagine that some lunatic would give up the life of a top-tier billionaire to become a spandex-clad pervert who prowled the night looking for burly men to passionately brawl with.

For the same reason, even if someone personally saw Batman leaving Wayne Manor, they would only assume Batman had turned tricks for Bruce Wayne to afford all that advanced equipment.

That was the importance of a public image.

Just like Du Mu's public image: righteous and upright, discreet in his conduct, never holding grudges, sincere toward others, clean-handed, tight-lipped, and dutiful...

That was precisely