To Harley Quinn's left was "Catwoman" Selina, and to her right was "Poison Ivy" Ivy.
Lying on the bed, the three women were not wearing much. Poison Ivy Ivy's black trench coat had even been tossed into the living room.
As a result, their hot figures, covered only by plants and leaves, were fully exposed.
Harley Quinn, a woman who had experienced several battles on this bed, had also taken off her outer vest and smoothly removed her sports bra, liberating herself from restraint.
"Catwoman" Selina glanced at them and also hesitated before taking off her tight-fitting suit.
Harley Quinn and Selina exchanged glances. Their eyes simultaneously dropped, and after comparing themselves in their hearts, they both turned their gaze towards "Poison Ivy" Ivy.
They didn't speak, but their eyes conveyed the same question: We're both large, why are you extra-large?
Connors drove to Gotham's tallest building, Wayne Tower, parked the car by the roadside, and took the elevator directly to the top floor.
The top five floors required authorization to access via the elevator, but for Connors, who possessed the ability of Grandmaster of Unlocking, breaking this kind of "lock" was not difficult.
The top floor was three to four hundred meters above the ground, and the wind here was quite strong, but thanks to his Human Limit physical fitness, Connors' steps did not falter.
He didn't plan to rely purely on persuasion to convince Batman to cooperate with him to enter Arkham Asylum—primarily because he had no confidence in convincing him at all.
He had other plans for coming to the top of Wayne Tower.
In the sound of the wind, Connors cupped his hands around his mouth and called out:
"Superman——" After a few minutes, seeing that the figure in the red cape did not appear, Connors changed his approach:
"Martha—"
It wasn't raining in Gotham today. Layers of dark clouds enveloped the large moon in the sky.
Less than half a minute after Connors' second call, the dark clouds were dispersed, and the moonlight shone on the red and blue figure flying in the air, making him appear divine.
Superman in this World had a very rugged appearance. His muscles bulged against his suit, and his red cape flapped loudly in the strong wind at high altitude.
Floating in the air, Superman had the large, bright moon behind him, and his face, facing Connors, showed no expression in the darkness.
Even having seen the image of this god among men in countless films and TV shows, Connors couldn't help but exclaim at this moment:
"Awesome——...—"
After floating in the air and watching Connors for a few seconds, Superman landed next to Connors with a muffled thud, bringing a gust of wind with him:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"You're a bit slow. Did you go to your family's farm first to make sure your mom was safe before coming?" Connors said, "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask for your help."
Superman Clark didn't say anything.
"This suit of yours—you got it from the Kryptonian scout ship, right?" Connors decided to first confirm what he had deduced.
"You know about Krypton?" Clark seemed to become increasingly agitated, and couldn't help but take two steps closer to Connors, "What else do you know?"
"Answer whether that's true first."
"Yes."
"When you activated that scout ship, it sent a signal into the Universe. Perhaps it won't be long before your compatriots come looking for you, and a great battle will ensue between you."
Connors' words made Superman Clark's eyebrows furrow tighter and tighter. He really couldn't understand why this guy, who was clearly human from the inside out, knew so much about Krypton.
However, the longing for his compatriots made Superman Clark couldn't help but ask further:
"Why? Are they coming for me? If they are compatriots, why would they fight a great battle with me?"
"The leader is called 'Zod', General Zod. You should be able to get knowledge about his actions from that scout ship." Connors didn't plan to talk endlessly; he just needed to provide the key information.
"I called you here, firstly to remind you to protect Louise and your mom in advance, and secondly to ask for your help."
Looking at Superman's face, which was almost identical to that in the Man of Steel movie, Connors first gave Clark a benefit before stating his request.
Seeing Superman deep in thought, Connors didn't disturb him, giving him ample time to digest the information.
He was clearly a human, yet he knew about Krypton, and even knew about General Zod, whom his biological father had mentioned—Superman Clark quickly thought for a moment in his mind, quietly clenched his fists, and asked:
"Are you investigating me?"
Otherwise, there was no explanation for how Connors knew so much information.
"Except for your mom's name, which of these things could be known through investigation? Just assume I can occasionally predict the future, and this time I happened to predict something about you."
Clark quietly unclenched his fists again. Although he didn't know if Connors' warning was true or false, it didn't seem malicious. He asked:
"What help do you need?"
Connors cleared his throat. The plan had gone very smoothly up to this point:
"Use your super vision to help me find a guy in this city with green hair, pale skin, and a split mouth."
"A person wearing clothes with question marks and holding a question mark-shaped cane."
"A person whose head is covered in burlap, whose body is covered in jars and tubes, and whose limbs are long and thin."
"A person whose height is about to your waist, is short and stout, and has a hooked nose."
A person with abnormally developed muscles, tubes inserted into his body, and wearing a mask on his face.
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"A person who looks similar to a crocodile, but whose head isn't as long as a crocodile's—uh, Killer Croc."
Because Connors had already spoken about Krypton, Kryptonian compatriots, and reminded him to protect his mom, Superman Clark instinctively developed a good impression of the person in front of him.
It's just... why is the help he needs so strange?
Clark was not surprised that Connors knew he possessed super vision. Compared to the more distant Krypton, this was nothing:
"You're using me as a missing person's bulletin."
"When Zod comes, they'll also issue a global missing person's bulletin to find you. You should prepare in advance." Connors didn't feel much pressure facing Clark.
Pressure was something only ordinary people and villains would feel.
Clark learned another piece of information about his Kryptonian compatriots from Connors and stopped wasting words, soaring into the air.
The bright moon hung high. Superman hovered in the sky, his super vision and super mind quickly filtering every location in Gotham, and soon he landed next to Connors again.
This time it wasn't a demonstrative "bang," but a light landing:
"Found them. Just tell me, can you remember?"
"...You seem to think I'm an idiot." Connors was helpless.
Remembering the locations Clark mentioned, Connors began to speak:
"Go back. I can handle the rest myself."
"These seem to be—uh, villains? Don't you need my help?" Clark wanted to help Connors more and also ask more about Krypton.
"No, that's not necessary. Thanks for your trouble." Connors casually refused Superman's help.
Clark: "..."
Since he put on this suit, Connors was the first and only person who, after receiving his help, would say "Thanks for your trouble" to him.
"You know I'm an alien and not the same as you. Why aren't you afraid?" Clark still remembered his father's teachings, which was to hide his identity, as humans are afraid of the unknown.
"Because you're a hero," Connors replied.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Superman definitely couldn't sleep, but Scarecrow was sleeping soundly. Connors held up his phone and snapped away at the sleeping Scarecrow and the surrounding environment.
Joker, Riddler, and Scarecrow were indeed preparing to cause trouble, which could be seen from the equipment and blueprints around them. Penguin was already dead; Superman Clark had just told him this.
Killer Croc was in the sewer, and Connors didn't want to crawl into that smelly place.
Bane seemed to be a night owl and didn't sleep. Moreover, this guy had previously used Joker's plan against him, so Connors didn't plan to deal with him, only noting down his residence in his heart.
After everything was done, Connors was quite satisfied with the harvest tonight.
He had initially established contact with Superman, and according to the plot development, the subsequent Superman vs. Zod battle was inevitable.
The three Gotham Siren sisters were reunited. Since he had orchestrated it, the amount of 'melon' recorded in the system was not small.
The "Laughing Man" incident would soon be completed, and the system was about to be upgraded.
Everything was going so smoothly that Connors got carried away. So, he drove back to his nineteenth-floor apartment, opened the bedroom door, and plunged onto the large bed.
Three soft, clear, and gentle gasps sounded one after another.
Damn it, I slept in the wrong bed... Connors secretly thought it was bad.