"Why do I keep getting the feeling you're thinking something really insulting about me?"
Watching Dick apply ointment nearby with a strange look on his face, Zuo Ci couldn't help commenting.
"Ahem, of course not. Why would I be thinking anything weird..."
Caught out, Dick gave a couple of awkward coughs.
He clearly still had a long way to go compared with Batman. He wore his emotions on his sleeve; everything he thought was written all over his face. Batman, on the other hand, wouldn't let anything show even if he were cursing up a storm inside.
"Forget it. No point holding it against a little brat like you."
It wasn't as if Dick was the only one secretly cursing him anyway. Zuo Ci considered himself a generous soul, not someone who would get angry over something like that.
(Poison Ivy: Oh, you're so great, so high-minded! Then let me out of this flower pot, damn it!)
Still, not taking offense didn't mean he couldn't collect a little interest.
Every camera hidden around the shop was now diligently filming Dick, covering him from every angle in a full three hundred and sixty degrees without a single blind spot.
Whatever else you might say, Dick already had excellent looks. Add that indescribable uniform he was wearing and the sight of him continually running his hands over his long legs as he applied ointment, and the footage genuinely looked pretty good.
Of course, Zuo Ci wasn't filming because being single for too long had awakened some strange fetish in him. He simply wanted to save it up and sell it to female heroes or female villains later.
If nothing else, Harley Quinn would definitely like it.
"Let's get down to business. Why did Batman send you to see me?"
As Zuo Ci