Every Saturday, the Gotham Times features a daily news section called "Gotham Impressions." This edition was undoubtedly dominated by the visit of the Stark Group. The exchange and cooperation between the two giant corporations was undoubtedly a major event. Countless reporters flocked to Gotham like crazy, cameras and cannons set up early, aiming at every corner of Gotham Harbor. Countless high-profile reporters spoke to the cameras, striving to get the latest breaking news.
What attracts the most attention is undoubtedly a special person in Stark's team.
Mechanic Downey, the up-and-coming mutant, recently surprised the world by acquiring a stake in Stark Enterprises without warning. Countless mutants spread the word, believing this was a remarkable opportunity, a chance to gain valuable fair rights. Downey even made a high-profile appearance at a Stark Enterprises shareholder meeting, a meeting chaired by Tony himself—a rare sight.
These days, Downey dominated all the news reports. Almost every hot news item involved him. "The Stark family strongly supports mutants and puts pressure on the government," "Professor X praises Downey's contributions," "A certain senior official expressed strong dissatisfaction with Downey." All sorts of outrageous news were flying around, and the public was talking about it with great relish, creating a lively atmosphere.
Before the situation had cooled down, this mutant came to Gotham again, and the Stark Group even gave him a special identity as a meeting observer and recorder.
"I think some people are too ostentatious, which gives a very bad impression. They don't consider their own identity at all, and it's hard for me to trust them." A current affairs commentator said to the camera.
Fox, Wayne Group's president and technical director, personally arrived at the port to greet the Stark Group. Fox was about sixty years old, his slightly thicker lips betraying his warm nature. He had a buzz cut, his half-inch stubble of white hair like a mat of white velvet.
A luxurious cruise ship slowly approached the shore under the gaze of the crowd. This ship was incredibly luxurious, reportedly meticulously crafted by Tony Stark, perfectly suiting his flamboyant personality. Donny still remembered what Tony had said to him: "I'll take you there on a private cruise ship, and we'll definitely outdo that flamboyant guy in Gotham in terms of pomp and circumstance. He's so annoying, copying me in every way."
Donny stood in the center of the team, neither too far nor too far behind. He looked around but didn't see Bruce Wayne. Donny even suspected that Bruce had told his executive officer, Fox, the same words.
"On behalf of Wayne Enterprises, I welcome you." Fox extended his hand as he took a step forward and took the lead in shaking the hand of the head of Stark Group, Tony's secretary, Pepper Potts.
Tony is about to go to Afghanistan and will no longer need Pepper to be his secretary, housekeeper and nanny for a while.
"Thank you,
Mr. Fox, I believe we're off to a good start. Pepper's mere appearance was enough to catch people's eyes. Her slender figure, considered above average for a woman, and her soft golden hair, draped below her ears, framed her oval face, which was rosy. But what caught people's attention most were her lively eyes, sharp and deep, twinkling beneath her thin, curved eyebrows.
Donny was not interested in the small talk between these businessmen. He just stared at the crowd, but in the end he didn't find Master Bruce, which made him sigh deeply.
"Mr. Downey, are you dissatisfied with our reception?" Fox said with a warm smile, like a relatable elder. At Bruce's request, he wanted to pay special attention to this uninvited guest. From what Fox knew about Bruce, he was probably watching this place through the camera at this moment.
Fox is one of the few people who knows that Bruce is actually Batman.
"No, I was just thinking that I've never experienced such a lively welcoming scene before." Donny laughed and lied with his eyes open.
This is the legendary city with simple folk customs... There are always many simple-minded citizens here. If they say they want to rob you today, they will definitely not wait until tomorrow... The folk customs of this city have always been so simple, very... well, honest, yes, honest.
"It will take a few more experiences. When I see you, it's like seeing myself when I was young. I was the same back then. I knew nothing and had to learn everything." Fox said with a smile, welcoming a group of people into the special car sent.
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Not far from the Wayne family villa, there was a hidden cave that led directly underground. This was the Batcave, which Bruce Wayne had painstakingly transformed into an underground base. Bruce was sitting in front of a computer in the Batcave, watching the Stark group visit. Or rather, he was staring at Donnie through the monitor with his piercing eyes.
As the heir of aristocracy, Bruce may appear to have a radiant appearance, but a closer look reveals a hard-to-disguise face full of ageing. His occasionally open hands reveal thick calluses from diligently practicing various weapons.
The sound of an elevator rang out, and the Wayne family's old butler, Ah Fu, slowly walked in with a drink in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
"I thought everything would be fine after Wayne Manor was rebuilt, but it wasn't." Alfred walked across the empty underground platform, past the various Batmobiles and high-tech weapons. "You used to ignore the attic, and now you ignore the mansion. Every time you create trouble, you always make a mess."
"Yeah, we have to gain knowledge from mistakes...and the person who came this time is not a simple one, he is even very dangerous." Bruce frowned and took the drink, took a sip nonchalantly, and casually opened the newspaper in his hand, which was full of news about Donny.
"Then you must be very knowledgeable now. Are you interested in this person, or the power that this person represents?" Alfu said half-jokingly and half-seriously. He put on his glasses, picked up Bruce's muscular arm, and began to sew up his latest wound.
Batman went out again last night and defeated a large number of gangsters.
"Listen, Alfred, I don't mean to discriminate against the mutant community... I'm more interested in his purpose in coming to Gotham. No one would travel thousands of miles for something completely unrelated, and the same goes for Donny. He must have his own reasons." Bruce grinned, enduring the pain in his arm as he debugged the computer, bringing up images of Donny from every angle, without a single blind spot. "How was your vacation?"
"It's just average. And you wouldn't be using this monitor to watch me the whole time I'm on vacation, right?" Ah Fu asked.
Bruce laughed. "If you actually had some time off, I might actually do that."