When Noah opened the door, he was immediately impressed by the cosplayer's dedication.
This Batman was playing his part brilliantly: a towering frame, armor covered in scratches, and a piercing gaze.
The only flaw was the lack of the cleft chin readers loved-almost every rumor about Batman mentioned that sexy, captivating chin.
"Buddy, honestly, I know a good plastic surgery clinic. They could make your jaw look even better."
"Noah Kant, I don't have much time! Someone left an item here with you. Do you remember anything about it?"
Pushing the door open, Batman warily scanned every corner that might conceal a trap or hidden weapon.
"Wow, there's a storyline, too. My favorite... ahem, I mean, that's a really original touch, but your jaw really bothers me. If you're willing..."
"Shut up, Noah Kant!"
Batman turned and roughly pinned Noah against the wall, then realized at once that he had gone too far and hurriedly let go.
"Don't let the rumors fool you. My real jaw has never been that exaggerated."
Those words alone wouldn't have convinced Noah. What brought him to his senses was the extraordinary strength Bruce had displayed: he had hauled Noah off his feet with just one hand.
"Wow... this is absolutely insane... unbelievable! Batman actually came to my company!!!!"
Noah excitedly grabbed the instant camera from his desk and pressed the shutter without asking Batman's permission.
"Perfect shot! 'Batman breaks into private home: Gotham's shining beacon or a disgrace to the law?' Do you think a headline like that would get people to buy it?"
"Enough!"
A slap struck Noah across the face.
Dr. Hugo was the one who had hit him.
Noah couldn't understand it. He had clearly already escaped the asylum.
Clutching his cheek and pouting with his thick lips, Noah looked like