Batman waited in Metropolis until noon before the reinforcements finally arrived. There was no helping it.
After all, the enemy was in space. He had no particularly good options and could only hope those Kryptonians were not cannibals.
That they would not scrub Clark clean and toss him into a pot.
"Ah, this place is awful. I always thought Gotham was awful, but now I see that not putting a Wayne Enterprises branch in Metropolis was a wise decision."
The one who had come with high-tech equipment was Wayne Enterprises' CEO, Lucius Fox.
The white-haired old Black man in a suit—perhaps Earl William had not been wrong to assign him here.
The man had a talent for guarding warehouses. Back when he had no authority, he had still managed to put together a full set of equipment for Batman.
Now that he could command every company under Wayne Enterprises, the things he could produce were even more formidable.
"I hope you brought good news."
Batman stepped out from the shadows of a damaged building. Lucius got out of the car, which was driverless; after all, when meeting the boss...
One had to maintain a certain sense of security.
"Of course. Good news. If you want to go into space, we currently have three rockets that can carry you up there. Add LexCorp's transport rockets, and we could all take a trip."
Lucius walked over with a smile, but his expression changed. "I sincerely advise you to leave this to someone else."
Batman looked up at him. Perhaps unable to withstand that icy stare, Lucius said helplessly,
"Boss, sir, you are only an ordinary human. Leave the task of saving the world to those invulnerable men of steel. I saw your recent examination report. If you keep this up, you will