The night on the West Coast is hazy and dreamy, unlike the fast pace of the East Coast traffic, the dusk sunset is hidden between the hazy and delicate branches, the light and shadow of the steel jungle are stretched at a rapid speed, and the shadow of the wine glass looks like an intercontinental railroad track under the light of the bar.

When the slender hand put down the wine glass, with some angry force, Lucifer's other hand put down the phone, he frowned deeply, picked up the wine glass again, and drank the little wine left.

"What's wrong with Schiller?" He said with some confusion: "There is no beginning and no end, and you suddenly hung up on me······

Lucifer leaned against the bar counter and tapped his fingers lightly on the countertop, his head tilted up as if he were looking at something that didn't exist in the air, and after a few seconds, his eyes slowly widened.

"What's going on?!" The surprise in Lucy's tone was even stronger.

"How can Schiller still ····· Oh wait, what's going on here? Good guys, it turns out that day was just the beginning, are the two of them sick? How could it be······ ＂

"Oh my God! Batman! What have you done? You messed up Schiller's exam and actually sent him to prison? You're going too far!"

"Hey, wait, so, it was another Schiller personality who did it?"

"Oh, so Batman guessed it······ Well, Schiller used to tell me that communication is the best way to solve problems: "Wait a minute, why did Schiller get sent back again?" What the hell is Batman doing..."

The expression on Lucifer's face changed several times, and finally he stayed on the deep doubt.

In fact, I don't blame Lucifer, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to sort out this series of operations between Schiller and Batman.

In fact, Lucifer is not a very controlling person, he does not approve of many friends, he does his best to solve his friends' problems, but he does not interfere with his friends' own opinions, and does not do too much persuasion.

Generally speaking, as long as his friends don't ask for him, he will not take the initiative to interfere in the other party's affairs, and will help with his own will. So, although he knew that Schiller was trapped by Batman, as long as Schiller didn't take the initiative to speak, he shouldn't know.

But this time Schiller took the initiative to call him, and said a few words without beginning or end, Lucifer looked forward along the timeline, and didn't understand what was going on with Schiller and Batman, you stabbed me and I stabbed you.

But at least, Lucifer confirmed that Schiller's current situation is not good, and Schiller's call to him was not a simple reminiscence, he should need help.

For the most part, however, Lucifer was a rather cautious man, and he felt that he needed to think about ways to help. He could have rushed over and beaten Batman straight away, and then got Schiller out of prison.

But if that's the case, Schiller doesn't need to say those inexplicable words on the phone, just scold Batman directly, anyway, when the two of them usually talk on the phone, Schiller doesn't scold Batman.

Lucifer carefully recalled Schiller's phrase "a child gains the authority of his father." At the same time, he raised his head and took a closer look at what had happened to Batman during this time. ….

Soon, Lucifer's face turned cold, he narrowed his eyes and picked up the wine glass, the wine in the glass was full again, he leaned the transparent wall of the glass against his lips, and whispered:

"Patriarchy······ Patriarchal ·······"

Lucifer seemed to be in deep thought, and after ten minutes, his thoughts returned to reality, he looked at the wine glass in his hand, showed a sneer, and said:

"Arrogance is the same as me, arrogance is who I am, Batman, why don't you understand?"

"Arrogant like us, always feeling pain and sadness to bow to another person, but still not breaking free from the shackles of patriarchy, it's not that we can't, it's just that we don't want to."

Lucifer slowly closed his eyes, his golden eyelashes trembled, and when the Adam's apple slid down from the top down, like a droplet of liquid sliding from the mouth of a cup, he took another sip of wine and said:

"So, let's do it

See how easily and so unscrupulously you can rebel against your father's authority because you are stronger than we are, or because you don't love him enough."

When Lucifer put down his glass and stood up, he was no longer in front of the bar of the bar, but a cosmic astrolabe surrounded by stars.

The sphere-like universe is neatly arranged, and the stories in each universe are staged one after another, which is very lively, and the hands of the giant angel hold the astrolabe like holding a small baby.

The light that was visible was reflected in his jade-like eyes, and a stream of light so small that it was almost impossible to detect was caught by Lucifer as it streaked between the two universes.

He showed an inexplicable smile and stretched out a hand, picking up the streamer with his fingertips and pinching it in his hand.

Immediately afterward, Lucifer turned his head to look at a special universe at the edge of the astrolabe, all of which were represented in the form of spheres, except for a pale blue cube that emitted a faint glow.

Lucifer knew that the pale blue cube on the surface of the universe was not under his jurisdiction, it was a creation of another universe, which Schiller called the "cosmic cube".

Lucifer's hand was slightly raised, and the circular universe floated out of the cube, and Lucifer threw the streamer on his other hand towards the sphere universe, and a thin light flashed, and the streamer was sent into the universe.

After a little thought, Lucifer still put this universe back into the cosmic cube, but moved the cosmic cube and the universe to a position, no longer at the edge of the universe, but closer to the more prosperous center.

Looking at the exciting events unfolding in the nearby universe, Lucifer smiled with interest, as if expecting something. And in the midst of his gaze, the streamer that invaded the universe passed through the dark cosmic space at an extremely fast speed, following the rules of the universe, like a small bug falling into the toilet, irresistibly following the dark whirlpool to the sewers of sin.

Gotham, at nine o'clock in the evening, the radio in the Ford car emitted two "bang-la-la" electric sounds, and the voice of the energetic host sounded in the car:

"Hey, good evening, guys! Welcome to "Gotham doesn't fucking welcome you to listen to the Cars & Travel Guides Channel"! I'm the host Mike!" ….

"We've been seeing you for a month now, and the good news for today is that there's no good news at all in this rotten city!"

"Oh yes, I heard that there's a guy named Black Pelican Beak who has been selected as an East Coast rapper, so let's congratulate him and hope he survives this weekend's gangster fire!"

"What else? Oh yes! The damn central turntable is clogged again, and this fact doesn't need to be repeated at all! You just have to remember that whenever Mike's voice comes out on the radio, the center turntable must be blocked, because there's no fucking place that doesn't get blocked!"

"By the way, lately, I've been called by outsiders and asked why the insurance company doesn't pay for the damage caused by the shotgun, it's very simple, you go to the person who shot you, give him some money, let him shine on the glass of the insurance company, and the insurance company will pay for everything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Of course, there's also the new news that the girls care about the most, the most exciting Gotham intelligence, and where is the Batman with his hot body, sexy chin and hips?"

"Go, girls and boys, go everywhere you can see the roof of Wayne Tower, yes, tonight, he's there!" "Let's cheer together, the night of Gotham will belong to Batman !!"

A black-gloved hand pressed the radio button, and the moment he heard Batman's name, the back of his slightly old hand was bruised.

Dusk in Gotham is one of the few sunny moments in the city of Gotham, and before the night of Gotham on the radio, a slender figure appeared on the roof of Wayne Tower.

"A little to the right, a little to the right! Yes, yes, right, just stand on the right side of the setting sun, lower your head a little, yes, yes, raise your head a little more······ Okay, that's just the right angle, let's start with a few photos, and the title is "How about Sunset Heroes"?

"Clark, I have to remind you that Batman's image license belongs to the Wayne Group, and this is the payment that Bruce Wayne deserves for funding Batman, and all the photos you take cannot be used for payment."

"Oh my God! You're a vampire, a cunning capitalist!" Clark lowered his hand and shouted helplessly.

Standing on the edge of the roof with a cloak wrapped around Batman, he took a slight step to the side, dodging the attack of Clark who suddenly rushed over, he turned his head to look at Clark floating in the air, and said, "None of the newspapers in the Met have a legal license to use Batman's image, if the Wayne Group sues them, who will be deducted from their wages?"

"Please, don't do that!" Clark flew to Batman's side, flew around him a few times, looked at him with a wistful look and said, "I promote the image of Batman, and I can be regarded as contributing to the development of tourism in Gotham, you can't be so ruthless!"

After saying that, Clark was about to pull Batman's cloak again, but Batman still dodged with a blank face.

The two of them were arguing on the roof for a while, and Batman crossed his arms and said, "No kidding, you should talk to your editor-in-chief about licensing fees, which will test how much your work is worth in their eyes."

Clark, holding his camera, stood beside him and said, "You'd better not expect too much, the whole newspaper knows how scathing my editor-in-chief is."

"I plan to work with the Luther Group to run a series of Gotham tourism and cultural industries represented by the Batman character." Batman looked into the distance and said, "He's going to take back all the copyrights related to the Met's character for compiling Batman, and you editor-in-chief won't want to sue the Luther."

"You're going to work with Lex??" Clarke's mouth opened in surprise, but then, he stammered a little:

"Oh, I see, you're going to sue the offending media and generate copyright revenue, right? Actually, you're reminding me, reminding the newspaper I work for, and asking them to remove those magazines that use you as the cover as soon as possible, so that I, who pioneered the Batman news, won't be affected."

"Bruce, I know I'm right, you're so nice, you're so kind to your friends!" "Call me Batman."

"Of course, Bruce!"

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