Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 43 If you're Superman, then Bruce is Batman.

Jaeger and Poison Mist started playing two-player Gomoku on the computer because of the long and boring wait, and just as they were playing their thirtieth game, there was finally some noise from the next room.

"He's back." Poison Mist looked up in a second.

"Share your senses with me." Jaeger then abandoned his chess game, which he was about to lose, and focused his attention on the images shared by the poisonous fog.

Almost the instant he gained a view of the next room, he saw a young man sprawled on the sofa, and could even hear him muttering to himself, "Is this what they call a beautiful dream? Apart from everyone calling me by the wrong name, this experience is pretty good..."

Jaeger: "..."

This guy actually thought he was dreaming; isn't that a very new kind of Alice in Wonderland?

However, these words also indirectly reflected the young man's character. This, along with the young man's embarrassed state when he was mistaken for Bruce Wayne earlier that day, flashed through Jaeger's mind, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

Why would a young man with such a pure and kind personality be considered valuable for investigation by the poker table?

Is it true that the more honest a person seems, the more secrets they have?

After thinking it over, Jaeger decided to continue observing as originally planned.

To his disappointment, the person opposite him seemed remarkably calm, perhaps genuinely regarding it all as a dream, as he showed no sign of unease whatsoever.

Come to think of it, if you were suddenly rescued by a super-luxury cruise ship and received some kind of celebrity-like hospitality, you'd probably think you were dreaming...

No, you should at least have some doubts! If you weren't anxious and self-doubting, how could you have revealed any flaws?

Jaeger gritted his teeth inwardly, thinking to himself, "Am I really going to have to go there in person and say, 'Hi, I've noticed you don't seem to be Bruce Wayne,' and let them slip their secret?"

This is certainly the fastest and most direct method, and with the poisonous fog and the LEGO Builder's abilities, unless the opponent is Superman, Jaeger will always have the ability to protect himself.

Yes, unless the other person is Superman.

Jaeger looked the young man over again and shook his head: "Sigh, look at how honest he looks. If he's Superman, then Bruce Wayne could be Batman."

After assessing the risks, Jaeger decided that folding the cards was more important, so he immediately stood up from the table.

But what he didn't notice was that at that very moment, a streak of red and gold light, like a shooting star, flashed across the dark night sky outside the room's window.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Knock knock knock".

A dull knocking sound suddenly rang out, attracting Clark's attention, who was almost asleep at the moment.

After his superpowers disappeared, the superhuman resilience and limitless energy that Kryptonian genes had given him under the yellow sun also vanished.

So much so that after being pushed around to experience many novel activities that he never thought he would be able to participate in, Clark experienced a rare feeling of exhaustion.

I must say, this feeling of drowsiness washing over me is quite novel.

But just as he was drifting off to sleep, the knocking on the door forcibly pulled him back from his drowsy state, causing him to instinctively look towards the door.

Ok?

Clark's mind was probably clouded by the thought that "such an unreal experience is probably a dream," so when he heard the knock on the door, his first reaction was:

The story of this dream isn't over yet?

Could it be that I've been reading too many novels lately to enrich my literary knowledge, and my subconscious imagination has become so rich that I can create such a plot with twists and turns?

Regardless, Clark struggled to his feet, and with the mindset of seeing how his subconscious could continue its fabrication, he opened the door.

Outside the door stood a dark-haired young man whom Clark had never seen before, arms crossed, scrutinizing him with a critical gaze.

"May I ask who you are...?" Clark asked, puzzled.

The young man didn't answer his question directly. Instead, he looked around before lowering his voice and saying, "Who I am isn't important."

"The important thing is—"

Clark seemed to sense something, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Sure enough, the other person's next question was cryptic: "...And who are you?"

Having said that, the person outside the door straightened up casually and asked, "Alright, shall we go inside and talk about the rest?"

"..." Clark squinted, his drowsiness completely gone.

At the same time, he chose to step aside, making room for the other person to enter the room.

The other party was pleased and slipped into the room in a flash, not forgetting to turn back and signal to Clark behind him to quickly close the door.

After the door closed, the young man spoke directly: "I won't waste time with your empty pleasantries, sir."

"You're not Bruce Wayne, so who are you?"

Clark sighed. "Let me make it clear beforehand, I didn't intentionally try to impersonate Bruce Wayne."

"Really?" the person on the other end said skeptically. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun today. I didn't see anything wrong with you being Bruce."

A guilty-looking Clark: "..."

"Ahem, that was an accident," Clark said awkwardly. "Because the situation was so outrageous, and no matter how I explained, those people wouldn't listen..."

"Alright, alright, I'm not here to hear your confession." The other person waved his hand. "I am Langdon, Langdon Parrels."

Clark paused for a second before realizing something and replied, "Uh, my real name is Clark, Clark Kent, from Kansas."

"Excuse me for asking, and I've been curious about this for a long time—why does everyone call me Bruce Wayne? Who is he?" Clark quickly pressed on.

"The Wayne Enterprises heir, Gotham's richest man, and the super-rich guy who foots the bill for everything on this cruise ship," the young man named Langdon said lazily. "You look a bit like him, and the girls are... you know, overly enthusiastic, so that's how it is."

Clark: ? ? ?

"Just for this reason..." Clark was on the verge of tears.

"Alright, let's get down to business. How did you end up in this area?"

Meanwhile, the ruthless Jaeger had no time to pay attention to Clark's inner turmoil.

"I heard you were pulled onto the deck, but this place is very far from the coastline, you couldn't have swum here."

"Actually, there was a bit of an accident." Clark didn't intend to reveal his abnormality, even though he didn't have superpowers right now. "I was trying to save someone when I got caught in the waves... and ended up near this cruise ship."

"To be honest, if it weren't for the people on the cruise ship saving me, I probably would have been struggling in the sea for a long time."

As for Clark's explanation, Jaeger raised an eyebrow but neither said whether he believed it nor not.

Clark, however, pretended to be nonchalant and met Jaeger's gaze without flinching.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed, in a tense standoff...

But at that moment...

"thump!"

A voice rang out, startling both Jaeger and Clark.

Why does it sound like something falling into the water?

And it sounds so close, so close it's like... wait, is it the sea outside this room's balcony?!