"You mean you're rich?"
Yang Bo watched Wayne with an amused look. This time, Wayne was at a loss. In all his life, no one had ever asked him a question like that.
Even in his forties, he found it hard to keep his composure.
"Not rich. Extremely rich."
At that answer, the smile on Yang Bo's face grew even brighter.
"So you're the kind of person who says, 'I never care whether my friends have money, because none of them could possibly have more than me.' Right?"
Wayne paused. He suddenly felt that those words suited him perfectly, because he had never cared whether the other person had money.
But Yang Bo's next words left him a little disappointed:
"Unfortunately, money doesn't interest me..."
After saying that, Yang Bo continued, "Mr. Bruce Wayne, I've finished what I came here to do. It's time I left."
"But we'll meet again soon."
"Gotham City, home to decent folk; Arkham, a fountain of talent."
With that, Yang Bo turned and headed out of the Gotham Red Cross. After seeing what Batman looked like, he had a pretty good idea of which world he had entered. Now he just needed to wait for a big shot in tights to appear, and he would know for sure.
"What do you mean by that...?"
Wayne's question came from behind him. Yang Bo looked back and shook his head gently without saying a word, then turned invisible and vanished from sight. That little display changed the look in Wayne's eyes.
Something big is about to happen...
A premonition arose in Wayne's heart, leaving him deeply unsettled.
After leaving the Wayne Enterprises building, Yang Bo strolled leisurely along the road. A full day of blazing sunshine had erased every trace of the heavy rain.
Gotham City could