Touring, taking photos, and dining.
Three of the four acted like genuine fans, remaining cheerful and excited the whole way—at least, that was how they appeared.
The one gravely ill and near death even displayed a fanatical obsession with Batwoman. She had even wanted to lick the Bat's virtual projection.
Only the cross-dressing woman in a wig seemed distracted. Even while eating, she did not touch her food, merely staring endlessly at the S emblem on her chest. Perhaps she regretted making her fake breasts too large.
"Oh, very nice, very nice. Little Lai Lai, are you going to eat that sandwich?" The little guide robot had temporarily left, allowing them to eat in peace. The pale woman spoke to the wig-wearing woman again, her cheeks stuffed full like a hamster's as she mumbled, "What, no appetite? Want to hear a joke? Guess why sharks don't eat clownfish?"
Luthor, disguised as a woman, was already regretting this. He had no idea why he had agreed to Joker's insane plan—dressing as women to play some infiltration game.
Of course, he understood even less how such a simple disguise had gotten them into the Hall of Justice.
The defenses were far too weak. The last time he had infiltrated this place, it had not been like this. That time, he had used the Door Handle of Destruction and high-tech teleportation.
"People outside are still fighting desperately over potatoes, while food of relatively fine quality can be bought here at old prices." Luthor picked up his fork and turned over the sandwich on his plate. It contained lettuce, ham, and fried egg. With no interest in it, he pushed the plate toward Joker, watching him and Punchline feed each other and take selfie after selfie with their phones. He sneered. "This is bait.