The eleventh floor of Wayne Tower, Applied Sciences Division.
On the surface, this was where Wayne Enterprises researched military and civilian technology, but in reality...
It was Batman's secret base for developing equipment and preparing to go wild in Gotham.
"Mr. Wayne, you're finally here."
Lucius Fox had just come out of the laboratory on the basement level and was still wearing his white lab coat.
"And who is this?" His gaze landed on the raggedly dressed Harley Quinn, his expression puzzled.
"I'm his..."
Before Harley could finish, Lynn caught her off guard by pulling her into his arms.
"She's my new girlfriend."
Lucius looked Harley Quinn up and down. A faint pink blush colored her cheeks, and her clothes looked as though someone had torn at them.
Then he glanced at Harley's somewhat disheveled pigtails, and an expression of understanding immediately appeared on his stern face.
He couldn't help marveling inwardly. It was good to be young. They really knew how to get adventurous.
"Lucius, what project did you say that employee from Lex Industries Group came to Wayne Tower to discuss last time?" Lynn asked.
"Did I tell you about that?"
Lucius found that a little strange. He wouldn't normally report such minor matters to Bruce Wayne.
"He's a manager from Lex Industries Group's construction division. He came to discuss the Oasis Clean Energy project with us."
"Right, that's the guy. I remember his name was Logan Howlett, wasn't it?"
Lynn walked with his arm around Harley as he asked.
Harley refused to behave in his arms. One hand kept stroking his abdomen, moving from his upper belly to his lower belly, then trying to venture even farther down.
Lynn grabbed Harley's right hand and told Lucius:
"Call him over. I happen to have a few things to discuss with him."
"You want to talk to him?" Lucius looked surprised.
"What, should I talk to you instead?"
Lynn gave Lucius a quick once-over, a look of disdain crossing his face.
"I have no interest in talking to some balding old geezer in his fifties."
Lucius: "..."
What did he mean, an old geezer in his fifties?
Men in their seventies in Japan were still working on the front lines of porn, filming with actresses born after 2000.
Your fifties were the prime of your working life. How did that make him an old geezer?
Lucius's chest heaved so violently that he almost couldn't catch his breath.
He grabbed Lynn and hurried over to the side of the corridor.
Lucius took off his gloves, put them in his pocket, and asked Lynn in a low voice, "Bruce, what's gotten into you?"
"I'm just telling the truth. Did that really get under your skin?"
Lynn stared at Lucius in disbelief, an exaggerated expression spreading across his face.
"No way. Don't tell me someone actually got upset over a little nickname."
Lucius: ???
Are you really Bruce Wayne?
Why do I feel like you've taken some dodgy pills?
"Ahem..." Seeing the suspicion on Lucius's face, Lynn reined himself in a little.
"How's the equipment I asked you to work on last time?"
His voice was low and raspy, exactly like Batman's.
Lucius studied Lynn's face, which was identical to Bruce Wayne's, and only then dismissed his lingering doubts.
"I've finished tuning the Batmobile you asked me to work on last time, and I've added some nitrous boost units, too.
"This time, once you take that Batmobile out, you'll definitely outrun that so-called Dinosaur War God."
Lynn looked at Lucius's excited expression and remembered how he'd driven off in a beat-up taxi right in front of Batman last time.
Did Batman really hold that much of a grudge?
He lost once and immediately started upgrading his equipment for a rematch?
Lynn glanced at his system inventory, inwardly amused.
Fortunately, he'd already completed enough missions to accumulate more racing rewards than he could count.
No matter how Batman modified his car, he would never catch Lynn. Lynn was Gotham's true Arkham driving ace!
Inside Lynn's villa.
"Your name is Jason? Could you untie me? Your godfather must be doing something very dangerous right now. I have to stop him."
Bruce Wayne sat in a chair, wearing Lynn's face and clothes and speaking in his voice, struggling helplessly.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free of the hemp rope binding him.
Jason sat before him, his eyes fixed on him without moving, like a statue.
"I won't let you out. My godfather said that if I keep a close eye on you, he'll bring my parents back to life. Then they can take me to Metropolis."
Bruce Wayne looked at him, his tone turning unfriendly.
"And then you can go see how Supergirl Kara's boobs are bigger than her head, right?"
Jason lowered his head, holding half a bag of Hachimi Southern and Northern Mung Beans along with that toy.
"I just want to see my mom and dad."
When Bruce Wayne's gaze fell on the toy in his hands, his heart jolted.
The toy was hideous, as though a collection of scraps had been melted together with a lighter.
He could even make out Ultraman's head attached to a Gundam's arms and legs, with a pterosaur's wings stuck onto the back.
Yet it was this child's only toy.
Damn it!
Bruce Wayne cursed inwardly. He had figured out Tony Stark's intentions.
An orphan, just like him. Lonely and helpless, just like him. He almost saw a reflection of his childhood self in Jason!
If Bruce Wayne escaped, this child named Jason might never get to see his dead parents again.
This was also Tony Stark's roundabout way of telling him-
Whether Jason could reunite with his dead parents depended entirely on a single decision from Bruce Wayne.
For the safety of Wayne Enterprises and Gotham, he could absolutely choose to use his last resort to break free of the ropes and escape.
But if he did, this orphan's wish to see his parents would be shattered for good.
Should he choose to uphold the vow he had made at his parents' graves and protect Gotham?
Or should he choose to protect the wish of an orphan with experiences similar to his own, who wanted to see his parents again?
For a moment, Batman-Bruce Wayne-found himself caught in a dilemma.
Lucius said a few words to Lynn,
Then took the elevator downstairs and left.
Now, only Lynn and Harley Quinn remained in the shared office.
Lynn sat down at the computer and began transferring money from Bruce Wayne's account into his own.
Seeing this, Harley wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against the back of his head. He could even smell a faint milky fragrance.
"Hey, buddy, you're Bruce Wayne now. How about we steal all of Wayne Enterprises, then blow Gotham sky-high?"
Lynn parted his lips, just about to answer.
Bang!!
A sharp sound came from beside them.
The wall to their left burst open, scattering rubble and leaving a moderately sized hole.
Immediately afterward, a figure crawled into the hole from the other side, only to get stuck halfway through.
Her upper body was inside the hole, while her lower body remained outside. Unable to move, she struggled desperately with both hands.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't free herself from the hole.
Lynn and Harley Quinn both froze when they saw the figure stuck in the wall.
"Let's see who we've got here."
Harley went over and smacked the woman's bottom.
The woman stiffened. Her plump curves jiggled and quivered, looking remarkably enticing.
Lynn looked at the woman stuck in the wall, finding the whole thing absurd.
Wasn't Catwoman supposed to be incredibly flexible and agile?
How had she gotten stuck in a hole in the wall?