“Gotham Orphan…”
Ultraman stared at these four characters, his eyelid twitching.
Gotham, Orphan.
Combining the two words, there were actually quite a few characters who fit the description—there were far too many orphans in Gotham City, and families ruined by muggers in alleyways alone could fill an entire classroom every year.
But for this Chat Group to specifically pull them in, it could probably only be that person Batman.
Ultraman couldn’t help but sigh.
Just a moment ago, he was thinking that the group’s functions were too basic.
Now, look at this: the group’s functions hadn’t improved, but the difficulty of roleplaying had been ramped up first.
Shoving a Batman in for Ultraman at this point in time if it really was the Batman he knew, he would be able to analyze whether he was lying at a single glance.
Roleplaying as Superman in front of him would probably be no different from a child stealing an adult’s suit and standing in front of a detective.
No…
Ultraman forced himself to calm down.
Batman wasn’t a single template; there were countless parallel Universe versions.
Ultraman had read the comics and knew that the differences between Batmen of different Universes could be ridiculously vast there were good ones, bad ones, crazy ones, and even those who weren’t human at all…
The Batman Who Laughs, The Devastator.
The Devastator
Ultraman’s train of thought suddenly stalled.
In the Universe corresponding to The Devastator, there was a ‘Devastator Superman’.
Before the official publishers released that notoriously awful retcon, that Superman was inherently evil.
He hadn’t been brainwashed or controlled, nor had he been modified It was a natural, heartfelt darkness.
That Superman disguised himself as the Son of the Sun and mingled with the Justice League purely out of boredom, wanting to watch this group of people get run in circles by his deception.
The most insincere sincerity, the coldest smile, hidden within the most dazzling light until in the end, he killed everyone, choking out everyone’s hope.
“Isn’t that just like me… masquerading as the man of tomorrow.”
The moment this thought popped into his head, Ultraman’s mood sank.
Ultraman was not Devastator Superman; he didn’t believe he was.
But he was indeed wearing the S-shield suit, receiving praise in another World, and indeed using a halo that did not belong to him to win goodwill and trust.
What difference was there between this and what Devastator Superman did?
Ultraman fell silent for a few seconds, then shook his head vigorously.
Now was not the time to get emotional; he had to stabilize the situation in the group first.
…
Jina watched the new member notification pop up on the group system, her lips twitching.
“Why is it like this again? This group is really so impolite with its naming…” Jina muttered, sitting up straight.
Her fingers hovered over the virtual keyboard as her mind raced.
“But, Gotham..Gotham City, this should be Batman, right? I just don’t know if he’s the Batman from the same Universe as Superman…”
If not—then it depends on the specific situation.
Jina took a deep breath and decided to put the basic information out there regardless.
[Jina]: Welcome, newcomer!
May I ask if you are Batman?
You might feel a bit confused, but this is a multi-dimensional Chat Group that can connect people from different Worlds…
[Gotham Orphan]: Pfft!
Yes, I am Batman.
This bunch of unknown characters actually dared to invade my brain don’t underestimate me, I am Batman!
Jina blinked.
She read it again.
And again.
It felt…
wrong…
The Batman in her impression was the type who spoke briefly and deeply, letting out words one by one.
Why did this one start with a ‘Pfft’ and an exclamation mark?
The tone was also completely unlike that deep, brooding feeling of contemplating alone in the dark.
Ultraman was also staring at this passage.
His brain was searching at high speed—which Universe’s Batman spoke with a ‘Pfft’?
And this tone, this rhythm, rather than the taciturn Batman he knew, was more like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, puffing up its fur.
A notification popped up from the group system: [Gotham Orphan] has been renamed to [Batman]…
The next second, a new message slapped right onto Ultraman’s face.
[Batman]: Superman!
Did you do this?
You organized a secret party and didn’t even invite Batman!
Ultraman looked at those four words ‘secret party’ then looked at that exclamation mark.
He had a pretty good idea now.
[Superman]: Er, Batman, I am not the Superman from the same Universe as you.
Ultraman tried his best to use mild and restrained wording, but internally he was already complaining wildly.
Why did it have to be this guy Lego Batman
…
Lego World, Gotham City, Batcave.
Lego Batman widened his plastic but highly expressive eyes, his tiny hands clattering away on the virtual keyboard that had appeared out of thin air.
Although he had absolutely no idea how this thing worked, since it had appeared in front of him, he naturally had to handle it the Batman way. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Master Bruce…”
Alfred slowly walked down the stairs, carrying a steaming cup of tea.
Alfred watched his young master frantically tapping his fingers against thin air, his expression unchanged, his footsteps not pausing for even a second.
In this Batcave, no sight was worth getting surprised over; he had already grown used to it.
“Have you finally awakened your mental illness? Typing on an empty table as if it were a keyboard.”
“No, Alfred!” Batman didn’t even look back, his tiny hands continuing to clatter.
“That detestable Kryptonian he’s actually hosting a secret party! Without notifying me! Completely failing to notify Batman! Doesn’t he know that Batman is the top star of DC?”
Alfred walked over to his side, placed the cup of tea by his hand, and spoke in a flat and precise tone: “Perhaps it is because, Master Bruce, you have never once accepted an invitation. After all, you stay at home all day and are never willing to go out and attend parties.”
While staring at the screen, Batman reached out, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.
The next second, a mist of water sprayed from his mouth.
“Too hot!”
“I am very sorry, Master.” Alfred took back the teacup without a change in expression and blew on it.
“However, perhaps you really should attend some parties. Meeting a few more people would help with your social skills. You haven’t spoken to any living person face-to-face for forty-seven consecutive days. Except for me, of course.”
“Hahaha!” Batman let out his signature loud laugh, then instantly reined it in, lowering his voice deeply.
“Batman doesn’t need parties.”
Alfred shook his head and walked back, carrying the teacup.
…
[Mami Tomoe]: Is the newly joined group member Batman?
That’s wonderful, another superhero has joined us.
It’s truly an honor.
After typing this line, Mami was genuinely happy in her heart.
With Superman already being so reliable, and now with another Batman, the sense of security in this group was practically overflowing.
Although Mami Tomoe didn’t know much about what kind of person Batman was, since he could be mentioned in the same breath as Superman, he had to be an amazing hero.
[Batman]: Oh, of course!
I am the greatest hero of DC!
The greatest detective, the most profitable commercial logo!
The Darkest Knight!
Jina stared at this line, a clear question mark popping up over her head.
DC…
This person actually blurted out DC, and right off the bat, he generously admitted to being a comic book character no, wait, why does he even seem a bit proud of it?
Ultraman stared at Batman’s post and fell silent for a moment.
It was basically confirmed only that person would dare to call himself ‘DC’s greatest hero’ in front of people from other Worlds, and say it so matter-of-factly.