"Clang-!"
The porcelain cup smashed against the Metal Grid Floor, shattering and spilling scalding black coffee. Dark brown liquid splashed all over one of Lucius Fox's trouser legs, but he stood frozen, his eyes wide and fixed on the center of the laboratory.
Just a second earlier, a Pink Wooden Door that looked glaringly out of place, with the cheap appearance of plastic, had opened out of thin air inside the airtight Physics Lab No. 7 in the Batcave.
"Holy hell! What kind of Spatial Folding Technology is this?! Why didn't the base's Quantum Defense System raise an alarm?!" Lucius's scalp prickled as he reached for the alarm at his waist.
"Relax, Lucius. It's just an unscrupulous profiteer who likes breaking into people's homes in the middle of the night."
Bruce Wayne wore a black turtleneck, both hands braced against the Holographic Control Console. He did not even lift his eyelids.
His blue eyes remained fixed on the jumble of palladium decay data on the screen, his tone cold.
"Thud!"
A burly man weighing over two hundred pounds was tossed out of the pink glow by a single hand like a bag of trash, slamming into the metal floor.
Then Yang Ming emerged leisurely through the door in a rumpled Armani suit, adjusting the Gold-Rimmed Glasses on his nose.
"Bruce, your hospitality just keeps getting worse." Yang Ming brushed the dust off his hands in distaste and glanced around at the lead-zinc alloy walls.
"It's the middle of the night, and you haven't even prepared a cup of hot tea. What, has Wayne Enterprises gone bankrupt? Want me to lend you some money for the electric bill?"
"If you could behave like a normal person and ring the front doorbell, Alfred would be delighted to brew you a pot of