American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Ozwald did more than just praise Nygma verbally.

When he finished speaking, he even had an expression full of appreciation, looking deeply at the soulmate he had just found!
Nygma's slightly stubborn and dull character didn't deduct any points from Ozwald.

On the contrary, Nygma's imaginative criminal creativity and his readiness to commit crimes at any time are the key to Ozwald's appreciation of him!
Of course, this is indeed the case. Nygma is indeed an extraordinary person.

In DC comics, it is well known that the world's number one villain is naturally the Joker.

In the history of DC comics, the only super villain who has no superpowers and just gathers a team to fight against the Joker, and even almost defeats the Joker, is Nygma.

The war between the Joker and the Riddler can be called a world war in Gotham's super villain circle.

Every villain that has ever appeared in Gotham appeared in this war, standing behind the two men and fighting each other.

Just like Deadshot and Deathstroke, their most famous fight took place in the villain battle between Riddler and Joker.

In this battle, Deadshot Floyd and Deathstroke Slade fought for seven days and seven nights around Gotham, a wonderful battlefield, and ended up in a draw, killing 147 innocent passers-by in the process.

The reason for the Riddler's failure was not that his criminal thinking was defeated by the Joker.

After all, the Riddler has a fatal weakness.

His bad habit of loving riddles and forcing others to solve them meant that it would be difficult for him to defeat the clown.

But this also proves one thing from the side, that is, if the Riddler loses his weakness of riddle obsession, then he and the Joker will probably be evenly matched.

As for Ozwald.

Ok.

As far as super villains go, Ozwald isn't that super.

He is a super businessman at best!
It is conceivable that when Ozwald, an amateur super villain and professional businessman, meets the Riddler, a super villain whose criminal IQ is second only to the Joker.

What a huge shock the Riddler's thoughts would bring to Ozwald.

On the sofa nearby, Donton looked at Ozwald holding Nygma's hand with amusement.

"Tsk tsk, Ozwald, are you sure that the story between you and Nygma is just a rumor?"

"what?"

After a moment of hesitation, Ozwald quickly let go of Nygma's hand.

But after he let go of Nygma, he couldn't help but wonder if he would hurt the feelings of his good friend Nygma by letting go so quickly?
Thinking of this, Ozwald was silent for 0.5 seconds, then quickly reached out again and grabbed Nygma's wrist.

Originally, Nygma didn't take Downton's words seriously. He just thought Downton was joking. America does have the custom of joking, and Gotham is even more so.

Look, didn’t Ozwald let go immediately... huh?

Looking at the hand that had grasped his wrist again, Nygma swallowed hard, and then his face turned a little green.

The green one is almost the same color as his suit.

Why did you catch me a second time?
Mayor Ozwald, you are not really...

Just when Nygma was extremely worried, Oswald turned around and spoke solemnly to Downton.

"Don, don't say that Nygma and I are just friends. Even if we are really... I mean even if, it's just an example!
In short, even if we really have something, those things are not something that can be made up by the trash paparazzi of third-rate tabloids.

Nygma was right. He was always right. After the fall of Wayne Tower, the collapse of Gotham Skyrail, and the attack of the sea tribe, the emotions of the citizens of Gotham really needed more gossip to divert.

But I prefer to leave the work of guiding public opinion to first-class media, because only news that appears there is qualified to influence public opinion and guide the emotions of citizens.”

"Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Mayor, what do you mean even if we really have something?"

As soon as Ozwald finished speaking, Nygma's face turned from green to overexposed white.

As his expression changed, Nygma quickly pulled his hand out of Ozwald's.

Being asked this by Nygma, Ozwald's face did not look very good, and he hurriedly explained to Nygma.

"That's just a metaphor, Nygma."

"Okay, it's just a metaphor. I believe you, Mr. Mayor."

As Nygma answered, he nodded seriously. But even though he said this, several thoughts that had just emerged were spinning in his mind.

As we all know, although Nygma studied forensic medicine, as a super villain like him who has no superpowers, he must have at least a doctorate in psychology.

How could he not know that even between friends, there is a corresponding safe distance.

Especially for people like him and Ozwald who have just known each other for less than a week, the safe distance between them should never be zero distance where skin touches skin!
They've only known each other for less than a week and they're already close. What will happen after another ten days or half a month?

The only room for improvement is negative distance!
Thinking of this, Nygma pushed his glasses calmly and tried his best to hide his uneasiness.

And Ozwald also felt the fear hidden beneath Nygma's surface.

Watching Nygma's complexion gradually improving, Ozwald sighed.

Damn it to those third-party media that slandered me and my good friend!

them……

them……

Are they the worms in my stomach? How do they know everything?

A few days ago, when Ozwald was lying in bed examining his inner self, the figure of Nygma talking eloquently did appear in his mind.

But he hasn't said it yet!
Are those third-rate media outlets run by magicians? How come my thoughts were exposed when I was just thinking about them?

Damn!

Ozwald quietly gritted his teeth, and at the same time sentenced the third-party media to death in his heart.

After becoming the mayor, there are indeed many dirty jobs that I am no longer suitable to do.

So, I have to find time to meet Victor.

Hopefully Victor’s hands are still clean.

I hope the death of third-party media is beyond my imagination.

I also hope... I hope Nygma won't be influenced by third-party media.

Can't men date each other?

What a joke!
Nygma, you are the only person I have ever met in my life who makes my heart beat fast!!!

With this thought in mind, Ozwald's eyes turned toward Nygma, and unconsciously became a little affectionate.

These looks that Nygma might not normally pay attention to, at this moment, seemed so eye-catching and clear to him.

For a moment, Nygma's already gray complexion changed again, and his face turned black.

And his changed expression made Donton couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, alright alright, you two are fucking destined to be together.

Ozwald, what else do you want to see me for? Just to introduce me to this talented person named Nygma?"

"Of course, isn't that enough?"

Ozwald nodded heavily, and Nygma couldn't help but patted Ozwald's arm and reminded him, "Wait, Mr. Mayor, there's Arkham, Arkham!"

"Ah yes, and Arkham!"

Nygma's reminder made Oswald suddenly realize, and he quickly explained to Donton.

"Don, there's Arkham Asylum. After Clark and Bruce abandoned that asylum, it has never been reopened.

Although the new director of the asylum, Harley Quinn, is still alive, and although she was appointed by you personally, boss, she disappoints you. Her abilities make her more suitable for being a patient than a director.

Therefore, Arkham Asylum may need a new director, and Gotham also needs a rebuilt, more perfect system and management, and a less filthy, ordinary mental hospital! "

Having said that, Ozwald looked deeply at the tall buildings in the distance.

After a glance, he turned back and continued to speak to Donton with emotion.

"Boss Dom, we have to admit that although Gotham is a city full of opportunities, the people in this city are more likely to fall into spiritual shackles than those in other cities.

Those mentally ill patients who are gradually becoming mentally deviated really need a mental hospital built at their doorstep to accommodate and treat them.

Today, under the joint governance of the Dead Party, City Hall and Wayne Luthor's charity department, Gotham City's crime rate has dropped to the top five in the United States.

But after reaching this point, the few remaining crimes in Gotham are always difficult to control because most of the criminals have mental illnesses of varying degrees.

As the mayor and one of the founding family of Gotham, I just can't bear to see my mentally ill friends falling into desperate situations due to lack of treatment.

Therefore, I plan to reopen Arkham Asylum and appoint Nygma as the new director. I wonder what you think, Boss."

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, Donton grinned and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"What can I see?"

After he finished speaking, Donton drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then stood up, picked up the golf club, and continued to play this meaningless game.

clang!
After swinging the club and hitting a sonic ball, Donton waved at Ozwald and the other man without even looking up.

"There's no need to report this to me. You should introduce Nygma to me first and arrange a position for him where he can shine, right?

As for me, how could I disappoint my most loyal subordinate?

So go ahead, go back to the city hall to approve the project, and then ask Wayne Group and Luther Group for money.

Nygma..."

Donton suddenly looked at Nygma with his hands on the golf club, and Nygma quickly made a gesture of listening to the crowd.

Donton took a step forward, turned into fire, came in front of Nygma, and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Do your best and don't let me down, Dean Nygma."

"As you command, Lord Ghost!"

Nygma was immediately overjoyed!

Just like that, Downton waved his hand to let the Penguin and the Riddler, who had different thoughts, leave, and then played ball for two minutes on his own.

In just two minutes, He Tong rode the breeze, swaying her light yellow skirt, and stopped behind Donton, bowing and doing good deeds.

"Sir, a gentleman named Slade Wilson wishes to see you."

"What the hell, Slade Wilson, I wouldn't have gone to see him, but why did he come to see me?"

Donton turned around curiously and gave an instruction to Hetong.

"Bring him here."

"As you command, sir."

He Tong bowed again and then left.

Not long after, the famous Deathstroke, dressed in a black suit and tuxedo, came to Downton in a mighty manner.

Duang!

The golf ball drew an outrageous trajectory and flew all the way towards the Tianhui Dragon soaring into the sky.

Tianhuilong ate a bald eagle passing by in the sky in a daze, and then was hit on the head by a golf ball. He immediately roared in anger, and even alarmed Fenrir who was playing games with Clark in the mountain behind the manor.

Listening to the roar of Tianhui Dragon, a hint of appreciation appeared on Slade's calm face.

He really likes large prey like the Tianhui Dragon, which looks dangerous and makes him feel like hunting.

Unfortunately, that is the dragon of the dead soul, and there are few people in America today who dare to let the dead soul suffer losses.

The tragic deaths of two generations of Doctor Fate and Hawkman and Hawkgirl made the dead a taboo in the superhero circle, and the disappearance of Amanda, the black woman, and the Eye made the dead a nightmare for all secret organizations.

Slade also didn't want to stroke the tiger's whiskers, so he glanced at Tianhuilong with longing, then turned around, saluted to Donton, and said.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Revenant. I am Slade Wilson, and people prefer to call me Deathstroke.

Of course, this title is nothing but a laughing stock in front of you.

Lord Revenant, you can really make anyone a revenant.

But the death knell can only be the death knell for some people!"

After he finished speaking, Slade picked up the box he was carrying, opened it and showed it to Downton.

Donton said curiously after glancing at the box.

"Wait, what is this knife? Why does it look so familiar?"

As he spoke, Downton strode up to Slade and looked at the samurai sword in the box in surprise.

"Fuck!"

After taking a look, Donton widened his eyes in surprise and picked up the samurai sword.

"Isn't this Wade's Vibranium Katana? But how did it end up in your hands?
What a joke, when did Wade come into my universe?
This is so realistic that it doesn't make sense, right? "

"Ha, you really do know him. It seems I have found the right person!"

Seeing that Downton actually recognized the samurai sword, Slade grinned.

Once Donton grabbed the katana, he closed the box and put it aside, then continued to explain.

“Sir Ghost, just yesterday, the owner of this samurai sword suddenly appeared in front of me and said that I was his cousin.

The style of his battle suit was very similar to mine, only the color was different. I initially thought he was an imitator, but his unconventional way of thinking and sharp fighting skills forced me to gradually take him seriously.

In his self-introduction, his name was exactly the same as you said. He called himself Wade Wilson and said that he was my biological brother in another world, or maybe my cousin.

Anyway, he invited me to his world to do something big, like killing someone, or watching a movie or something like that, but he was crazy and I really couldn't figure out his real goal.

Anyway, the two of us fought to our heart's content, and in the process, we were both targeted by Green Arrow.

You know Green Arrow, right? He's the newest superhero to come to Star City.

When he joined the battlefield, Wade took him away and said that having him as a child of Batman and Hawkeye was enough..." (End of this chapter)