In the awkwardly silent control room, Arthur looked like he was about to say something, but Su Ming covered his mouth again with the Ruthless Iron Hand to stop him.
"Listen, young man. As Batman, I'm going to teach you how to deal with lunatics. Batman in your world is good at dealing with lunatics too, right?"
"You mean Bruce? Or Bruce Jr.? Or Bruce III?" The other party actually asked in return. There were still three minutes and twenty seconds left of the agreed five minutes.
Su Ming sighed inwardly. Yes, Earth-38 was rather abnormal.
Batman over there called himself Bruce, his son was called Bruce, and his grandson was also called Bruce. They were all Batman, making it impossible even for their own people to tell them apart in daily life.
And Superman over there—his wife was Lois, a reporter. His daughter-in-law was also a reporter named Lois, and his granddaughter-in-law was another reporter named Lois.
That family's arch-nemeses were Luthor I, Luthor II, and Luthor III.
Only the Joker over there was still holding strong. Nearly ninety years old, he was still fighting on the front lines of evil from his wheelchair. Unfortunately, he seemed to have a touch of dementia. He recognized the suit, not the person. Whoever wore a Batman costume, he would play with them.
It really felt like DC's editors had cut corners while writing stories for that Earth. It was downright poisonous.
"Fine, don't worry about those details." Su Ming brushed aside the subject of identity and returned to the serious matter at hand. "When dealing with lunatics, you have to follow their line of thinking. He wants you to verify the Goldbach Conjecture, so tell him you've proved it."
Little Nightwing, as Su Ming would call him for now, looked conflicted