The television in the corner of the cargo hold was playing international news.
Bruce Wayne stood at Safar Border in a clean suit and expensive sunglasses, with a row of soldiers armed with live ammunition behind him.
Now we had a sharply dressed, suave genius, playboy, trillionaire, and great philanthropist appearing in the Middle East!
Who was he? Let us shout his name!
No, his last name wasn't Musk...
All right, all right, here was a quiet hint: this super-rich man had another identity. He was also a superhero!
Let us guess who he was!
That was right!
It was Batman! Bruce Wayne!
A round of applause!
The headline beneath the news footage scrolled across the screen.
Wayne Enterprises announced additional emergency aid to Darukh, with Bruce Wayne personally entering the war zone.
The entire news segment had a distinctly crossover feel. Unfortunately, unlike a certain red-and-black Deadpool, Iron Man couldn't break the fourth wall. For now, he had no way to cross universes and meet the pitch-black Batman, making it difficult for the two sides to exchange views in depth.
Joker lay on top of the nuclear bomb, chin propped in both hands, his feet swinging behind him.
"What's gotten into that rich bastard now?"
The reporter on television was still going over the specific amount of aid the Wayne Foundation was providing.
Medical equipment.
Medicine.
Water supply equipment.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
What lavish spending, so many good deeds. Charity in Gotham wasn't enough, so he had come here to do it too?
What an annoying guy.
Because of certain unspeakable secrets involving shipping wars, Joker, a hardcore Batman fan, only ever lost his composure over the real love interest. He had always hated Bruce Wayne.
The television news began reporting the specific figures for each project.
Joker whistled