A Plan to Solve Gotham's Crime Problem

Thanks to the heroes' efforts, the Omega Universe was restored to normal, and Gotham City returned to a state where there was a murder every day and a terrorist attack every five days.

"Bang!"

The exterior wall of a bank in Gotham City suddenly collapsed, and a Robot that looked like it was made of bricks burst out carrying two bags of money.

"Oh, looks like today's morning run will have to be postponed." Omega Universe's Cyborg descended from the sky, blocking the Robot's path. "What's wrong? You forgot your account password?"

The Robot didn't respond, but instead let out a loud roar before throwing a punch at Cyborg.

"Alright, brick man, put down all the money in your hand—or I'll beat you up!" Cyborg's hands sprouted countless mechanical tentacles, slamming the Robot heavily to the ground.

"Thank you, Cyborg! We'll return the money and valuables to their rightful owner." The surrounding Police expertly gathered around to clean up the mess. Cyborg nodded to them and then chatted with the citizens around him.

"Dude! You were so cool just now! Can you sign my autograph?" a kid said excitedly to Cyborg.

"Of course." Cyborg readily signed his autograph, then looked at a little girl who had just been at the bank, "What's wrong with that little girl over there? Does she want my autograph too?"

"Mommy! Don't let that scary Robot take me away!" Upon seeing this, the little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and began to wail.

She cried loudly.

"Terrible?" Cyborg suddenly crashed.

"This is terrible! That guy is just a weird Robot; he's nowhere near as cute as Robin. Robin may be shorter than him despite wearing green, but Robin's cooler—"

Cyborg felt as if struck by lightning, and returned to the Wayne Manor in a sullen mood.

People from other worlds temporarily reside here, making it quite lively.

"Ha, it's been so long since I've had such a fulfilling life." The Batman from the Roland Universe sounded very enthusiastic.

"Me too." Roland slumped on the sofa. "It's like going back to the time before we joined forces to unify Gotham and legitimate society."

"--When have we ever done something like this?" Batman retorted.

"Well, I have to say something fair: you did do it," Jason said.

"You guys did something like this?" Batman from the Omega Universe asked.

"Yeah, Gotham back home is much safer than here," Jason said earnestly.

Is there some special method?

"You know what, I actually have an idea." Roland suddenly thought of something and held up a finger.

"What kind of crazy idea are you up to now?" Jason glanced at him.

"What a crooked idea, it's a good one." Roland shook his finger. "Do you know Gotham City has such a high crime rate and so many scoundrels? Is it because something's missing?"

What's missing?

"There's no one selling grilled sausages anymore."

"What do you mean?" the crowd asked, puzzled.

"Because a bunch of shady characters have flocked to Gotham, it's been labeled a crime capital, and has become a social currency for a group of mentally ill people and criminals. Coming to Gotham to pull off a heist is equivalent to establishing yourself as a gangster," Roland explained. "At this point, we need to think in reverse and actively break down this prestigious image—"

"--That sounds reasonable." Batman from the Omega Universe nodded. "Go on."

"Like I said, the solution is to sell grilled sausages, but of course, not just grilled sausages." Roland began to speak eloquently, "We'll build a new, antique-style concrete gate—no, a city gate—right at the entrance to the Three Gates Bridge, and then build several kilometers of antique-style pedestrian streets, complete with bluestone slabs, flying eaves, and Red Light —love locks will be hung on the roadside railings, and peace charms will be hung on the trees—"

"Isn't this the Nanjing Confucius Temple?" The more Roland Universe's Batman listened, the more familiar the name sounded. "Should we order one next?"

I miss you so much in Gotham. The wind that misses you blows to the Gotham street signs, and then a bunch of food vendors appear, selling things like authentic Taiwan fried chicken strips, authentic Changsha stinky tofu, authentic Beijing Gourd, and grilled gluten and sausages--"

"You're very insightful," Roland clapped his hands. "It seems we really are on the same wavelength."

"--Look at the ideas you've come up with!"

"That's great! I believe that before long, Gotham City will be reborn amidst the aroma of grilled sausages."