"No time to waste. I've already worked out the plan. You all get into my bag, then I'll pull off a perfect infiltration of that airship, find Joker and Riddler, and rob them both."
Lynn took the Dimensional Pocket out of his System Inventory and addressed the group before him.
[Dimensional Pocket: From "Stardew Valley." Not only can it store items, it can also hold NPCs and carry them away. Proper use can trigger special dialogue and hidden quests.]
The pocket was khaki all over, with a few screwdrivers, wrenches, and similar tools on it. It looked utterly ordinary.
"Come on, everyone into the bag."
Seeing Lynn holding a palm-sized bag and telling them to climb inside, Deadshot, Catwoman, and the others found the whole thing absurd.
"Holy shit! Bro, you think that bag can hold all of us?"
The face beneath Deadshot's metal helmet kept twitching, and the look he gave Lynn grew increasingly strange.
He turned to Harley Quinn on his left and suggested:
"I think we should take him to Arkham Asylum. They might be able to treat his condition..."
"What are you babbling about? Get in here."
The moment Lynn finished speaking, he sucked Deadshot whole into the Dimensional Pocket.
"What the fuck! Where'd he go?" Harley's eyes widened as she stared at the scene in disbelief.
"I put him in the bag."
Lynn shrugged and looked at Harley, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy.
"You three, hurry up and get in too."
When he recruited them, Lynn had checked Catwoman's and Poison Ivy's personal panels.
Catwoman's favorability was 20, while Poison Ivy's was 10, both better than Deadshot's -30.
Sure enough, Deadshot wasn't normal. He'd kick him out once he was done using him.
Although Catwoman and Poison Ivy were still somewhat stunned by Lynn's words, they nodded and followed Harley into the Dimensional Pocket.
The Dimensional Pocket contained several rooms, each separate and unconnected to the others.
Lynn put Floyd in a room by himself, while Harley and the other two shared another.
When it came to separating Black people from white people, Lynn shared the views of farm owners in the United States a few centuries earlier.
High in the azure sky, the red-and-gold armor blasted out scorching jets, propelling Lynn onto the airship.
At the top of the airship was a giant oval balloon made of countless smaller balloons, with a hull underneath. The whole thing looked like a whale enlarged countless times over.
Once aboard, Lynn charged straight into a corridor.
Before he could take a close look at his surroundings, dozens of fully armed thugs poured out from both sides and eyed him menacingly.
A hulking bald man grinned viciously. "Looks like someone's broken into our airship!"
To ordinary people, these men were as ferocious as wild beasts.
Unfortunately, to Lynn, they were... little girls.
Trusting his Iron Man Armor to withstand bullets, Lynn charged right at them.
"Man!"
The pitch-black Boss was still dutifully doing his job, slamming his elbow into a big bald man's crotch.
The cracking sound was so crisp that the others instinctively squeezed their legs together, a chill running through them.
"OMG, it's Iron Man from the Bat Gang! Open fire! Kill him!"
Ratatatat!!
Bullets rattled against Lynn's armor, throwing off showers of sparks.
But Lynn didn't slow down in the slightest. He rushed up to a burly Black man and delivered a vicious Iron Mountain Lean, then raised his elbow and smashed it into another hulking bald man's crotch.
Elbow strike! Iron Mountain Lean! Elbow strike! Iron Mountain Lean...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull thuds rang out one after another.
Chicken Bro's martial soul and Boss's martial soul appeared behind Lynn, dancing along with his movements.
Every last one of the armed gang members was knocked to the floor by Lynn, clutching his crotch in agony, before Lynn shot him dead.
Looking over the corpses strewn across the corridor, Lynn nodded, thoroughly satisfied with his performance.
"A truly perfect infiltration."
He took out the Dimensional Pocket. A flash of white light later, Harley, Catwoman, Poison Ivy, and Deadshot all emerged, warily surveying their surroundings.
When Deadshot saw the bodies lying on the floor, their pale faces frozen in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"This is what you call a perfect infiltration?"
"Of course."
Lynn nodded as though it were obvious.
"Look, not a single person knows I snuck in. How is that not a perfect infiltration?"
Deadshot: "..."
He felt as though speechlessness was his native language.
Harley held a gun in one hand and the adamantium arm Lynn had given her in the other, resting it on her shoulder.
She raised her head and looked ahead. At the end of the corridor, passages branched off to the left and right.
"These passages lead to two airships. We don't know where Joker and Riddler are, so to avoid wasting time, we'd better split into two groups and go separately."
Deadshot nodded. "I agree. My marksmanship, combined with Poison Ivy's ability to control plants, will make dealing with these guys a breeze."
"Great. In that case, you go right by yourself. I'll take the girls left."
Lynn immediately gave the order and headed down the left passage with Catwoman, Harley, and Poison Ivy.
???: Shot dead
Inside the metal passage.
Lynn, Harley, and the others hadn't gone far before a dozen or so gang members wearing clown masks appeared in front of them.
"Harley Quinn?"
The Joker Gang members recognized Harley the moment they saw her.
"Boss, want to come over and handle this?" one of the Joker Gang members asked, turning toward someone behind him.
"Oh?"
A pale-faced man in a purple suit, with green hair, stepped out from among them.
He held a crowbar in one hand and a gun in the other.
"Harley?" Joker's eyebrows
rose slightly, and his mouth spread into a crazed grin. "You found a new boyfriend and betrayed me?"
"Shit!" Harley flipped him the middle finger, her face full of fury. "You queer, go die with your Batman!"
Joker grinned, then raised his gun and aimed it at Lynn beside Harley.
"This is your new boyfriend? Doesn't look like much, wrapped head to toe in a tin can.
"And... I don't like other people touching my things..."
"Shit! Who's your thing?" Harley snarled. "Other than smearing spit all over my face, what the fuck can an impotent queer like you even do?"
Catwoman's eyes widened, her gaze darting between Harley and Joker as though she'd uncovered some enormous secret.
Holy shit! Joker was actually an impotent queer who had a thing for Batman! No wonder she'd sometimes thought Batman seemed kind of gay. So that was it!
Joker froze at her words, then put on a sorrowful expression and asked:
"Oh, Harley, thinking back on all our days together, don't you remember any of it?"
Just as Harley was about to answer.
Crack! Crack!
Crisp sounds came from beside them.
Everyone turned toward the noise. Lynn had somehow produced a chair and was sitting in it, watching the drama unfold while cracking sunflower seeds.
"What are you looking at me for?" Lynn frowned. "Go on with your days gone by."
Harley: "..."