In Gwen's lab, Martha stood rigidly in place, her arms outstretched, like a model waiting to be sculpted.
Martha looked at Gwen, who was busy with something on her, and called out with a deep sense of helplessness, "Darling?"
Gwen, however, seemed oblivious, deftly fitting a piece of armor onto Martha, her eyes focused, her hands quickly fastening the buckles and carefully adjusting its position.
Seeing no reaction from Gwen, Martha raised her voice again, calling out helplessly, "Honey!"
But Gwen remained unmoved, picking up two other pieces of armor, her brows furrowed, her fingers repeatedly rubbing the surface of the armor, carefully comparing their bulletproof performance, occasionally muttering to herself.
Martha sighed heavily, then shouted at the top of her lungs, "My dear daughter, my lovely Gwen, could you please look at your mother for a moment?"
This shout finally brought Gwen back to her senses. She stopped what she was doing, looked at Martha with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What's wrong, Mother?"
Martha still held her arms out, her voice even more helpless: "You should know that if you're invited to a performance, you have to wear a dress, right?"
Although Gwen was a transmigrator, she had been in this World for a long time and naturally understood this rule, so she nodded and replied, "I know."
Martha pointed to herself, a forced smile on her face, and asked, "Then do you think I look good dressed like this?"
Gwen looked up and saw Martha dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit, various equipment strapped to her waist, and her bulletproof vest stuffed with ceramic plates, looking exactly like an Agent.
Gwen turned slightly, her gaze falling on Thomas. The usually calm and composed Mr. Wayne was helplessly closing his eyes.
Finally, Gwen's gaze fell on little Brucey. The little one's eyes were wide open, filled with confusion.
After all, the equipment she was wearing was no less than Martha's and Thomas'.
At this moment, Gwen finally realized that she seemed to have overreacted.
It was understandable, after all, The Wayne Family was going to Crime Alley, like an old general going to war with flags stuck all over him, which inevitably made people nervous.
To maintain social etiquette, Gwen could only helplessly remove all the equipment she had prepared.
After changing, Martha walked gracefully in a wine-red velvet gown. The dress was exquisitely tailored, fitting her figure perfectly and exuding an elegant temperament.
Little Brucey and Gwen also put on gorgeous children's clothing suitable for girls.
Gwen stared at the princess dress she was wearing; the lace and delicate bows made her feel uncomfortable.
She looked up at Martha and tentatively asked, "Mom, do you have a small suit? I think I'm more comfortable in a suit."
Martha didn't answer her, only looked at her kindly, which made Gwen silently close her mouth... At night, the neon sign of Park Street Theater emitted colorful halos, illuminating the surroundings.
Around the wide steps in front of the theater, a group of security personnel in black uniforms stood rigidly like sculptures, scanning their surroundings vigilantly.
Reporters gathered in small groups, some adjusting their cameras, their lenses aimed at the theater entrance; others whispered to each other, discussing this rare grand performance in Gotham City.
"I heard The Wayne Family is coming tonight!"
"No way? Will rich people like The Wayne Family come to watch a magic show? Don't they usually invite magicians to perform at home?"
"You don't know this, but I heard that Mr. Zatara is the magic teacher for the two Wayne daughters."
"There's such a secret?"
"Hey, hey, stop chatting! The car's here, the car's here!"
In the distance, a black luxury car slowly drove into the view of the Park Street Theater, its steady engine sound attracting everyone's attention.
The car stopped steadily, and Thomas, dressed in a sharp suit, was the first to get out, his posture tall and straight, exuding the demeanor of a Gotham City business magnate in every gesture.
He came to the passenger side and helped Martha, who was wearing a wine-red velvet gown, out of the car.
While his wife was tidying her skirt, he opened the back seat of the sedan.
But the moment Gwen, dressed in a small suit, a little girl with a strange charm, jumped out of the car, Thomas was completely stunned.
Gwen gently tidied her small suit, a smile appearing on her face.
Backwards Magic! Father!
Then, under Thomas Wayne's shocked gaze, Gwen, like a gentleman, pulled Brucey out of the car.
Suddenly, Thomas had a misconception that he might not have had a daughter but adopted a son.
Oh, no, this girl wasn't his biological daughter.
As soon as The Wayne Family appeared, the waiting reporters instantly erupted, the continuous click of shutters like dense raindrops.
These reporters were like ignited powder kegs, their emotions so agitated that they couldn't control themselves; if the Police hadn't formed a human wall to stop them, someone would probably have rushed up to interview them already.
After all, in Gotham, the influence of The Wayne Family was ubiquitous; every aspect of this city, more or less, bore the mark of The Wayne Family.
Today, this "local emperor" of Gotham appeared before the public with his entire family, and the news value was imaginable; how could the reporters let go of this rare opportunity?
Giovanni, who had been standing at the theater entrance early, couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.
He initially didn't know why his friends around him would so blatantly come to the front door of the theater, and he had subtly hinted to some reporters that he would be attending the performance.
But then he understood.
Thomas Wayne was making such a high-profile appearance to watch his performance in order to help him gain fame in Gotham.
Truly worthy of being his apprentice's father!
Thomas, who had been pestered by Gwen to take the main road and come openly, felt his nose tickle a bit.
Having understood all this (or so he believed), Giovanni immediately stepped forward, his face wreathed in smiles, and enthusiastically extended his hands.
Thomas also smiled in response, and the two shook hands warmly, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
After shaking hands, Giovanni naturally put his arm around Thomas's shoulder, and Thomas responded generously. The two chatted and laughed as they walked side by side into the theater.
Behind them, Martha, holding Gwen and little Brucey, followed with elegant steps, entering the theater together.
Of course, after seeing Gwen's clothes, Martha planned to have a good talk with the old butler when they returned.
Why did he prepare such random clothes for her daughter? Didn't they agree on a pretty little dress?
Meanwhile, Alfred, who was tidying things up at home, felt a chill down his neck, wondering if someone was thinking about him.