In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

The summer sun shines through the curtains, casting soft light and shadows in the room.

Diana was leaning on the sofa, with the phone to her ear, and she said to Jonathan on the other end of the phone in a gentle and slightly apologetic tone:

"Dear, the museum just sent me a notice, hoping that I can go to the next state to attend an archaeological seminar, which may delay my visit for a day."

Jonathan on the other end of the phone was not surprised to hear the news. After all, given the nature of Diana's job, transfers were normal.

fine……

It's also good to give your kidneys a rest for a day.

"My dear archaeologist lady, let me tell you something. I found that I have mastered a magical power. I can always pick out good things."

"Magic? Like?"

"Like you."

Diana chuckled, her cheeks flushing involuntarily.

Ever since Jonathan conquered her head-on, the two have been in a passionate love relationship, and chatting with her is like an electric current that makes people's heart beat faster.

"Jonathan, don't be so cheesy."

She pretended to be angry, but her tone was full of sweetness.

Although she had a deep relationship in the past, Diana knew that she could not go back and it was good to embrace a new life.

Moreover, Diana discovered that her new partner was much more interesting than Steve.

"Saty? You don't understand. This is called romance."

Jonathan retorted with a smile.

"But go ahead. You might even get a little extra pay if you go to the seminar... Remember to bring me some interesting archaeological discoveries."

"I will."

Diana agreed

"I'll be back soon."

After the call ended, Diana put down the phone reluctantly.

Her relationship with Jonathan is now at its sweetest stage, and even a short separation would make her feel a little reluctant.

But at this moment, Jonathan's phone on the other side suddenly rang again after hanging up.

He looked at the caller ID and frowned slightly.

He didn't recognize this number at all.

You have to know that in this world, his SIM card and phone were not bought for long time, so no one should know his contact information.

Could it be a scam call?

This is fucking DC... Is cyber fraud still so rampant?

Be careful, I will destroy northern Myanmar.

However, when he answered the phone and heard the familiar deep voice, Jonathan knew who it was.

"Bruce?"

"Jonathan."

The other party came straight to the point, speaking in a calm and direct tone.

"We need to talk."

Jonathan chuckled softly.

"What to talk about?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, then Bruce spoke.

"Let's talk when we meet."

"Okay, but it's almost time for dinner..."

"I invite you."

On a summer afternoon, sunlight penetrates through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the high-end restaurant under the Wayne Group.

Brews chose this place deliberately for a simple purpose:

An environment that is quiet, private, and yet not too stressful.

Jonathan sat across from Bruce in a carefree manner, dressed casually, with no nervousness or evasiveness on his face.

When the waiter handed him the menu, Jonathan didn't hesitate and just grabbed it and started looking through it.

Bruce keenly observed the other person's subtle movements, trying to read something through behavioral analysis, and his eyes inadvertently swept over the several expensive dishes ordered by Jonathan.

“Australian lobster, black truffle steak, A5 wagyu sashimi…”

Bruce muttered to himself, his brows slightly furrowed.

Jonathan looked up, met Bruce's puzzled gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Why? Young Master Wayne is treating us, so it should be okay for me to order some of my favorite food, right?"

Bruce was actually a little speechless.

The scenario he originally expected was:

A person who is suddenly summoned for an interview will tend to be more or less nervous and cautious.

However, Jonathan standing in front of him was a completely different person.

Carefree and stress-free.

Nothing to say, it looks like this person came here just to have the feast.

However, Jonathan's relaxed look made Bruce even more alert.

"Who are you?"

Bruce got straight to the point, his eyes looking straight at Jonathan like a knife.

"What is your intention in getting close to Diana? I checked all your records, and it's as if you appeared out of thin air. I can't find any trace of you at all.

In this modern world where we are under constant surveillance, this is impossible.”

When Bruce finished speaking, all the dishes were already laid out on the table.

On the white porcelain plate, the golden lobster tail is slightly curled, the tender pink steak surface exudes an enticing burnt aroma, and is dotted with green asparagus and red cherry tomatoes.

Wipe...eat first.

In Jonathan's eyes, food obviously took priority. He was fully focused on drawing an elegant arc on the tempting surface of the steak, and the bright red gravy instantly overflowed.

The life of a dog owner is wonderful...

He slowly put the cut piece of beef into his mouth, his eyelids slightly drooping.

The rich meaty aroma instantly blooms in the mouth, rich and mellow, with a slightly roasted flavor and the unique sweetness of the meat.

After finishing a mouthful of beef, Jonathan looked at Bruce with an unsatisfied look, a cunning look in his eyes.

"Sorry... I'm so hungry. Your question is very good, but if I say that I sneaked here from China next door, would you believe it?"

Jonathan specifically said this in Chinese. As a master of comprehensive Chinese martial arts, Bruce has learned a lot of Chinese Kung Fu and is naturally familiar with Chinese.

But it's really impossible to make Bruce believe it.

Because in his eyes, Jonathan still acted calm and composed, and there was even a hint of teasing in his micro-expressions.

Does he really not care, or is he just... fearless?

Bruce then narrowed his eyes.

"Smuggling?"

Bruce repeated it, with a look that said "Do you think I believe it?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Bruce's tone was calm, but it was sharp and unquestionable.

"And...you and Clark Kent originally had no connection, so why did you suddenly appear in his life?"

Jonathan forked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

After hearing this question, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hey, hey, that's what I said...

With the master's personality, he will definitely not sit still and investigate himself.

Now it seems that he may have already found Clark... and may even have been "educated" by him?

Thinking of this, Jonathan's smile deepened.

He put his fork down and looked up at Bruce.

"Bruce, there shouldn't be any problem with free love... And Diana has the Lasso of Truth in her hand. If she doesn't trust me, I won't be able to get through this."

"As for the lack of information, I just showed up in the U.S. the day before yesterday, does that count?"

"As for Clark... I know his father well. Although his father passed away a few years ago, this doesn't affect my taking care of him, right?"

We met in the movie, so we can still count as knowing each other...

Jonathan's words sounded like both an answer and an evasion.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, obviously not satisfied with this ambiguous answer.

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became solemn.

"If you really want to get to the bottom of it..."

Jonathan picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, speaking slowly.

"What I'm going to say to you next may cause a certain degree of damage to your worldview, Bruce. Are you sure you want to listen?"

Hearing this, Bruce's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.

Could it be some extraordinary details during the battle with Clark?

But on second thought, Diana, as Wonder Woman, also possesses the same level of strength, and her own worldview had already been reshaped by then.

There are gods in this world, and Diana is a demigod...

So, what else can really subvert his cognition?

The more he thought about it, the more serious Bruce's eyes became when he looked at Jonathan.

He slowly put down the coffee cup, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through Jonathan.

"You said."

"Ha ha……"

Jonathan knew it.

Standing outside the fourth wall, he knew Bruce's character too well -

Cautious, suspicious, and even keeps something back from his teammates.

Therefore, if you want to distract Bruce, you have to throw something big enough and shocking enough.

Leave the other person too busy to take care of you.

He organized his words a little, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Have you heard of Darkseid?"