#Minato Namikaze# had been at the top of the trending list for nearly two hours. The comments below were all "Golden Little Flyer, I love you," "Even more dependable than the Golden Armor God of War," and "Batman really is stupid and rotten."
Open any of the top comments, and it was nothing but condemnation of Batman.
"He keeps saying he protects Gotham, but Joker's blown up City Hall three times. What's Batman done besides beat him up?"
"And it's not just Joker. Every Gotham villain gets caught, escapes, then gets caught again! We're the ones who suffer!"
"I wanted to defend him and say he could only do so much! But then I found out he'd been secretly building the Anti-Yongye Armor. I can't keep quiet anymore!"
"As far as I'm concerned, Batman's a joke from today on."
"He can't even handle Gotham!"
"..."
Yongye read the comments, grinning like a brat who had set off a whole row of fireworks on someone else's doorstep.
Meanwhile, the encrypted channels of intelligence agencies around the world had descended into the same chaos.
At CIA headquarters, in the tactical intelligence center three floors beneath Langley, more than a dozen analysts checked the same data again and again. They reached only one conclusion... no such person existed.
The name "Minato Namikaze" appeared nowhere in Fusang's historical records. No immigration system had a matching face, and the International Criminal Police Organization's fingerprint database turned up nothing.
Even more absurdly, he had somehow evaded every public surveillance camera, traffic camera, and passing satellite within two hundred kilometers of Gotham that afternoon.
Every image that captured him had been taken when he chose to show himself... while he fought Bane in the square, dismantled the armor, and confronted Joker.
As for where he had