The Local Gangs Had No Manners at All

At LexCorp, Lex Luthor showed Bruce around the lab, introducing the newly developed robots. "I think these intelligent robots have excellent prospects."

"Indeed. They could be very useful in space exploration." Bruce nodded.

"No, that's not what I meant." Lex Luthor shook his head. "What do you think of their potential as weapons? I could put you in touch with the military—"

"No." Bruce cut him off before he could finish. He loathed war. Why would he want to sell robots to the military?

Bruce firmly rejected Lex Luthor's proposal. They parted on bad terms, and cracks appeared in their partnership.

After seeing Bruce off, Lex Luthor got into his car with a gloomy expression and rested his eyes in the passenger seat.

"Mercy, why are you so quiet today?" Not having heard a word from his bodyguard, Lex Luthor asked in confusion.

"Oh, I didn't want to disturb your thoughts."

"Mercy, why have your hands gotten so small?" Lex Luthor looked at the fair, slender hands gripping the steering wheel. They looked different from before, no matter how he looked at them.

"Oh, all the better to keep the car steady for you."

"Mercy, why is your chest bulging like that?"

"All the better to hide a knife and take you hostage, of course! Aha!" The driver suddenly pulled a dagger from her chest and pressed it against Lex Luthor's neck.

"You're not Mercy. Who are you?" Lex Luthor asked expressionlessly.

"Heh heh..." The driver tore off her disguise. It was Harley Quinn.

She parked by the roadside, and Joker soon got in. He immediately tried to buddy up to Lex Luthor. "I think we have so much in common... well, aside from our hairstyles."

"Get to the point. What do you want?" Lex Luthor slapped away the hand