Luther froze mid-sentence. "Search?" he asked cautiously, his instincts immediately on high alert. "Does this guy want to harm me?"
He waved his hand toward the approaching officers. "No search warrant? This is my private residence!"
The crowd murmured. "Batman panicked!"
Lin Chen chuckled. "I took the initiative to be checked, yet some people were hiding things."
Luther remained unmoved. No amount of public scrutiny could shake him.
From a distance, a reporter shouted, "Come here! Look what I've found!"
The crowd surged toward Luther's gate. Embedded in the stonework, a bat dart gleamed ominously.
Luther's eyes narrowed. "Too blatant," he muttered.
"This is within the police villa area—usually so few people come here. The Taoist priest who reported it did well," someone commented.
Lin Chen sighed. "Brother Luther, why so careless?"
Jill stepped forward. "Mr. Luthor, there is now reason to suspect you are Batman. I will apply for a search warrant. Please cooperate."
Luther spread his hands in resignation. "I'll comply today."
Lin Chen smiled. "Well, you reported the Catwoman incident yourself. Now, your identity as Batman is out."
Twenty minutes later, Dent arrived with a warrant. Bruce Wayne followed quietly to Lin Chen's side.
"Daoist, what's going on?" Wayne asked.
Lin Chen laughed. "Obviously, Luther is Batman. I said earlier—Batman is the king of diamonds."
Wayne's mouth twitched. "Indeed… Batman has money."
Luther, determined to prove his innocence, invited the reporters, Lin Chen, and even Wayne into his residence. Detectives quickly discovered a bat cape and belt in Luthor's room, along with DNA evidence, neatly arranged in the closet.
"This is a frame-up! A conspiracy!" Luther shouted.
Reporters soon uncovered a bat motorcycle in the garage. "My God! Batman's chariot!"
Lin Chen smiled internally. Catwoman had staged the setup, placing Batman gear in Luther's room—a simple task for a thief like her.
Luthor's expression darkened at the sight of the dark Batmobile.
Jill approached him. "Mr. Luthor, please come with us."
Dent laughed under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.
Luther gave his secretary, Mingwu, a subtle wink and followed Jill. Mingwu immediately organized protection teams—SWAT and police alike—to shield his boss from potential revenge attacks.
Wayne's eyes narrowed, realizing that most of the chaos had been orchestrated by Luther.
"Steal my motorcycle? Really?" he muttered, suppressing irritation.
Lin Chen addressed the cameras. "I didn't expect to be neighbors with Batman—but it isn't bad."
Mercy arrived, glaring at Lin Chen. "Daoist Lin, you framed him!"
Lin Chen leaned toward Luthor's secretary, whispering, "Take this as advice. Luthor will sacrifice you one day. Leave him now if you value your life."
Mercy ignored him and drove to the Southern District Police Station.
Lin Chen invited the real Batman into his police villa. Wayne glanced around. "Master, this place is… different. There's a lot of negative ions; it's refreshing."
He admired the scenic bay. "Even the scenery is excellent."
The Widow Sister offered him a glass of juice. Wayne's eyes widened. "The staff quality… better than the royal household!"
The Widow Sister winked and sashayed away. Lin Chen scolded playfully. "A cat and a dog… it's a man who should clean, not a woman!"
Wayne chuckled awkwardly. "I'm not that bad…"
Lin Chen waved him off. "Just scolding her, not you."
Wayne studied the sky. "Alfred should retire soon…"
Catwoman lounged on a beach chair, basking in the sun.
Wayne frowned. "You're in Versailles? Aren't you afraid of being photographed?"
Lin Chen shook his head. "Formation's active—nothing can see in."
Wayne marveled. "Daoist Lin… amazing. You're more popular than Deadman. I might… fall for you."
After an hour, Wayne departed. Meanwhile, the Joker continued his chaos in Gotham.
Catwoman sauntered over to Lin Chen. "Stinky Taoist priest… you owe me a bat motorcycle!"
Lin Chen laughed. "If I hadn't saved you, you'd be neighbors with Luther now."
Catwoman burst into laughter, flowers trembling around her from her mirth. "Being your neighbor… a blood emblem for eight lifetimes! Too poisonous!"
Lin Chen shook his head. "I just used Luther's stuff to frame him—it didn't take much."
Catwoman smirked and lay back on the beach chair.
Harley Quinn brought ice cream for everyone. Catwoman winked at Lin Chen as she licked hers.
Widow Sister, still tidying, muttered, "Hmph… all bad people!"
Lin Chen teased her. "College student, you've been cleaning this chair for twenty minutes!"
Sister Widow twisted gracefully and moved to another chair.
In the evening, Jill called. Luthor had hired mercenaries to protect himself from Gotham's criminals.
Lin Chen remarked, "Batman really has a lot of grudges."
Jill frowned. "Luthor doesn't look like Batman at all. I can't let him go home tonight—they're sending him to Arkham for temporary detention."
Lin Chen warned, "Be careful. The Joker will act regardless—even if Luthor isn't Batman. The first few who pretended to be him… dead."
Jill sighed. "I don't have a mission to escort Luther anyway."
Lin Chen glanced at Harley and Catwoman. "Why do you work overtime every day? I'm so lonely."
"Lonely? I'm busy!" Jill shot back, her voice playful.