"Talk? What do you want to talk about?"
Yang Bo wasn't the least bit curious about how Batman knew his identity. After all, he and Ghost Rider had appeared at the same time, and both had spoken to him.
He hadn't disguised his voice, either.
Come to think of it... after datafication, he apparently didn't need vocal cords to speak...
He picked up his glass, drained it in one gulp, and poured himself another before fixing his gaze on Batman.
"I want to work with you."
Yang Bo couldn't help laughing. "Wayne, you actually want to work with me?"
"All right, looks like you haven't found a way to deal with me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting calmly across from me, talking about working together."
Batman remained silent. For the past ten days or so, he had been gathering information on Yang Bo-or rather, on Ghost Rider.
After studying extensive footage and observing him in person, he had reached a conclusion: without some special means, he had no way of dealing with him.
Unless he could find a weakness. But everything that had happened lately meant he could no longer afford to wait.
Yang Bo gently traced the rim of his glass with a finger, then asked, "Batman, what exactly do you want?"
"A peaceful, prosperous Gotham City? Or do you want those thugs to fear you? Or do you enjoy the thrill of standing above everyone else?"
"I don't stand above anyone."
Batman's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes sharp as he stared at Yang Bo.
But Yang Bo showed no intention of backing down. He tapped the table lightly with a finger, then said, "I admit you've saved countless people over the years, and you've saved Gotham City several times, too."
"But in more than a decade,