American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed throughout the enormous bat cave.

Bruce Wayne looked in the direction of the sound again and saw a tall man walking down the steps. The backlight shone on his face, making it difficult for Bruce to see his features clearly.

Wang Baixi had somehow appeared beside the steps and introduced the two of them with a smile: "Bruce, this is Joshua Wayne. Joshua, this is Bruce Wayne."

Chapter 49 I must go to sleep immediately

“Of course I know who he is, King.”

Joshua Wayne chose to continue walking down the steps, while Bruce Wayne chose to remain silent.

Silence usually meant to him that he was thinking or observing, not that he had nothing to say. But now, facing the man coming down the steps, he found himself momentarily at a loss for what to do with his hands.

This reminded him of his childhood, when his parents would often bring people he had never met to their home. Sometimes they would also take him to visit other people, and his only skill was sitting in a corner, helplessly watching the adults socialize and chat.

Now, he is also somewhat embarrassed.

Joshua Wayne was younger than he had imagined, with dark hair combed back and a jawline exactly like that in the oil painting portrait.

“Mr. Joshua?” Bruce finally spoke.

“Bruce Wayne,” Joshua replied in the same formal tone, then laughed. “To be honest, I’d imagine this scene to be more touching. Like you rushing over to hug me, or at least shaking my hand.”

"...We should indeed shake hands. What should I call you, great-grandfather? great-great-grandfather?"

They shook hands.

"Just call me 'Mr.' Joshua, Bruce. It's just a form of address."

“I’ve heard your story since I was a child,” Bruce said. “I admire what you did in your lifetime.”

"The term 'before death' is really hard to accept when used to describe someone who has just been resurrected. Of course, we all have the experience of dying and coming back to life, so in that respect, we have a lot in common."

"Feel sorry."

“No need to apologize, I’m just not quite used to it yet.” Joshua continued, glancing around the Batcave again, his gaze lingering between the suits hanging on the rock walls and the scratches on the Batmobile. “You are the real hero, Bruce Wayne.”

“I want to hear your story in person, your motivation, your thoughts.” Joshua pulled up a chair and sat down, asking without any preamble, “What exactly made you decide to disguise yourself as a nocturnal bat to protect the city’s security? And I’ve heard that you never even kill anyone; it’s hard to imagine how you did it.”

"I just did what I was supposed to do. I can't explain why I did it, let alone how difficult it was."

While they were talking, Dick, Tim, and the others were already examining William Cobb, who was frozen solid.

Bruce Wayne may not be adept at social maneuvering, but let him handle it himself; after all, that's his ancestor.

“You sound like a Puritan,” Joshua said.

“No, I’m just a capitalist,” Bruce said in a deep voice, seemingly not considering himself a saint.

“No, you’re not, Bruce. I’m ashamed to share a name with you. You and your father are the worst kind of businessmen,” Joshua mocked Bruce mercilessly. “If this continues, the Wayne family fortune will be ruined in your hands!”

Seeing Joshua's relaxed and confident smile, Bruce also laughed out loud, but his laughter was more subtle, and his tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"But what does it matter? You have a broader vision than I do. Compared to the future of this society, what does the honor or disgrace of a family matter?"

"There are always people like this in the world. Once they feel that something is unfair, they want to get involved. This is the fate of the righteous. I always thought I was such a person."

"But until I heard about you, descendant of Solomon. You are different. You have truly made justice a cause. I may be far superior to you in running a business, but in this respect, I am far inferior to you."

So-called destiny is real.

“No, sir,” Bruce said. “What you are doing is going against an entire legal and social structure. You know you could be targeted and assassinated at any time, but you still chose to do it. In my opinion, no one kind of justice is more noble than another.”

Joshua lifted his eyelashes and looked at Bruce for several seconds.

"So we're complimenting each other now, right?" he laughed. "That's probably the kind of awkward situation that happens at family gatherings, but we've skipped all the family dinners of the past two hundred years and fast-forwarded straight to the mutual flattery. To be honest, I still know too little about you. I only know you're Batman, but what else do you like? How much time do you spend working out every day? What foods are you allergic to?"

Bruce Wayne realized that Joshua was being a bit too talkative. His questions weren't actually difficult to answer, and he could have answered them with ease if they were ordinary business partners, but... he felt a little uncomfortable in front of an elder.

Laugh, even if it's an awkward laugh, let laughter respond to everything.

Just as the eerie atmosphere was about to shift to the relaxed feeling that only family members share, Dick and Tim hurried over.

Dick's expression was extremely serious. "Excuse me, gentlemen, we have something to say."

Tim also said seriously, "Bruce, we found something on William Cobb, about amber gold. It doesn't seem to have been 'injected' into his body, but rather 'embedded' in."

"mosaic?"

"Yes, we noticed something strange about one of his molars; both its texture and appearance are quite different from the other teeth. This gives me reason to suspect that the tooth was made of amber gold!"

“William Cobb told me that Claws achieved immortality by allowing Amber Gold to seep into his body day after day, so that might be the answer. And Bain may very well have followed the same method,” Dick said from the side.

“If that’s the case, then all you have to do is give him a punch!” Joshua, upon hearing their words, suddenly threw an uppercut into the air with great enthusiasm. “He won’t be able to ‘do whatever he wants’ anymore.”

"I support this view!" Not far away, the Angel of Death, who had been engrossed in watching the video, broke free and loudly echoed.

Bruce looked at Joshua with a complicated expression. "When you were alive, did you ever hear of the 'Court of Owls'?"

“Never heard of it, Bruce. I didn’t even know the Court of Owls’ nursery rhymes back then. If I had known about this organization, I would have torn them to pieces!”

It seems this organization is very secretive.

It has always coexisted with this city, yet few people know its true nature.

Bruce Wayne's brow furrowed. Come to think of it, how could Wang Baixi's intelligence network be so strong? What other information did this guy have that they didn't know?

He turned his head to the side, only to find that Wang Baixi, who had been standing near the steps, had disappeared.

No, where are they?

……

At the same time, Wang Baixi gave himself a difficult task: to sleep.

He needs to go to sleep immediately.

But just as he reached his own door, he saw that the door to the next room was half open, and there was a buzzing sound coming from inside.

Wang Baixi gently pushed open the door and found Cassandra squatting next to the dressing table, holding a hairdryer upside down in both hands, with the air inlet facing upwards towards her face, blowing the small tuft of bangs on her forehead like a sea anemone flying around.

Her black hair wasn't completely dry yet, with water droplets still clinging to the ends.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud and slipped inside. "Seriously? You don't even know how to use a hairdryer?"

Cassandra reacted at the sound, turning her head like lightning, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Hey, don't hit me. I'm here to help you."

Wang Baixi walked up to her, squatted down, and took the poor hair dryer from her hands.

"This is the air inlet. You can't blow it directly into your face, or it will get your hair in it. You need to use this end: I mean the end with the air inlet."

Cassandra looked at Wang Baixi with a stern face and nodded slightly.

“Turn around, I don’t have anything else to do anyway.” Wang Baixi stood up and made Cassandra sit obediently in the chair with her face facing the mirror, while he stood behind the chair.

Cassandra sat down obediently, placing her hands neatly on her knees. She looked at Wang Baixi in the mirror on the dressing table, her bright eyes blinking blankly twice.

"Welcome to human society."

Wang Baixi turned on the hair dryer, and warm air gushed out of the vent. He tested the temperature with his hand, then lifted a strand of Cassandra's hair and began to blow-dry it. The hair dryer moved from near the scalp down in his hand, his movements not gentle but very careful.

"Has your mother never blow-dried your hair?" he asked sincerely.

"!"

Cassandra gave him a genuine glare.

"Okay, I was just kidding."

Sigh, East Asian parents.

Sigh, my family of origin.

The sound of the hairdryer echoed monotonously in the room.

Wang Baixi changed a strand of hair and continued to blow-dry it, while absentmindedly saying, "Speaking of which, Batman has arranged a very important task for you tonight, so you'd better get some rest later."

Cassandra looked at him in the mirror and suddenly uttered a single word.

"You?"

These three short letters left Wang Baixi completely baffled. Was the question asking what task he had been assigned? Or was it asking if he would be taking a break later?

"...Me? I'm not sleeping."

Cassandra remained silent, but then she freed one hand and tapped Wang Baixi's dark circles in the mirror.

“I want to sleep too, but I just can’t fall asleep.” Wang Baixi understood what Cassandra meant. “It’s probably because I’ve been using my brain too much these past few days.”

Why?

"Perhaps it's because sleep is death's brother. I've said goodbye to death, so sleep doesn't really want to talk to me anymore."

This explanation wasn't very reasonable to him; it seemed more like a casually made-up excuse to comfort himself.

Cassandra was clearly taken aback when she heard this. She probably didn't understand, but her gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

Are you... afraid of... dying?

Death is not scary, death is...

Just as Wang Baixi was about to make a carefree joke as usual, he noticed that Cassandra's expression was so serious, as if she was waiting for an official answer.

Wang Baixi had no choice but to turn off the hair dryer, place it on the edge of the dressing table, and then reach out to brush the last strand of hair that was hanging by her ear behind her shoulder.

"I am not afraid of death."

“I don’t think death is scary, but I still want to live. Living is always better than dying.” At this point, Wang Baixi let out his first yawn in days. “You absolutely mustn’t be like Bruce Wayne.”

"……Why."

"Because that guy is an idiot, you understand? All superheroes are idiots, but if you choose to be an idiot, there's nothing I can do about it," Wang Baixi said with a smile.

Cassandra pouted in dissatisfaction, her puffed-up cheeks flushed red. She lowered her head, wound up the hair dryer cord, and silently put it back in the drawer, avoiding all eye contact with Wang Baixi along the way.

But she still replied politely:

"……Thanks."

This time, she used Chinese.