New Recruits!

Far away in the DC universe, Heisenberg was unaware that several people eager to meet him had been detained by Hela in Asgard.

Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest.

At that moment, he slowly woke up from his bed. Without Superman and Batman's interruptions, he slept until 10:30 before getting up.

His pajamas transformed into a bracelet on his wrist, and Heisenberg, naked, floated into the particle bathroom, cleaning his body—which didn't actually need cleaning.

In the face of his long lifespan and immense power, Heisenberg felt it necessary to maintain his human habits.

Besides, he enjoyed the sensation of bathing and the taste of pork knuckles.

After bathing, Heisenberg clapped his bracelet, and his usual suit and coat materialized on his body.

Wearing the coat, he strolled down the corridor and approached Clark, who was busy working.

"Great-Grandpa, you're awake?"

Clark spoke without turning his head.

"I'm connecting the water pipes here. There's no need to use the ship's advanced energy for mundane tasks.

Like using high-energy particles for bathing—that's just wasteful."

"Uh…"

Heisenberg was momentarily speechless.

"The ship's energy is all supplied by me."

"Exactly, because the entire ship relies on your bio-energy to operate, we should be even more frugal.

For now, it's just us few, but when more of our people return in the future, we can't have everyone's daily needs depend on your energy, can we?"

"True!"

Heisenberg nodded, casually picking up a prepared pipe.

Glancing at the blueprint, his heat vision instantly carved a path into the ground, marking the route for the pipes.

"Wait, Great-Grandpa, the sewage pipes can't be buried here. I'll handle the drainage."

"OK!"

Heisenberg smiled. The ship now truly felt like home to him.

This feeling had once been distant, but he genuinely cherished it.

Clark felt the same. As the ship's modifications progressed, the areas Heisenberg had set aside for their people began their initial planning.

While planning, Clark couldn't help but envision the return of their people.

He was no longer alone; he had Heisenberg by his side.

And in the future!

Thinking of the possible scenes then, Clark, laying the pipes, smiled deeply.

In the distance, the ship's doors opened again, and Batman walked in carrying countless bags of food.

Approaching, Bruce placed the piles of food on the particle-composed table.

"You're pretty late today, buddy!"

Heisenberg greeted casually, and Bruce nodded helplessly.

"Ran into some trouble. Harley Quinn was mysteriously transferred out of Gotham by the U.S. government, which agitated the Joker.

Last night, it took a lot of effort to keep him and his crazy followers under control!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Bruce's words, Heisenberg sat down at the table, unwrapping a package while asking,

"Sounds like this Joker has the ability to cause you trouble. Why don't you just take him out?"

"Uh…"

After Heisenberg's question, Bruce shook his head solemnly.

"I've already missed the best chance. Taking him out now would be meaningless because the Joker is no longer just a criminal—he's an ideology.

Just like Hitler, who once fueled the Nazi movement, the Joker has become a spiritual leader in the eyes of countless Joker gang members.

They deeply believe he's right.

Killing him now would only spawn countless more like him, because the ideology in their hearts won't die, and that would lead to chaos.

So I can only keep him locked up, let him fail repeatedly, just like Hitler was once imprisoned.

As long as he doesn't get out, his followers won't stir up new trouble."

As he finished speaking, Bruce couldn't help but shake his head.

"I admit Gotham has big problems, and ninety percent of them stem from the Joker.

He's the embodiment of chaos, a symbol, a sign.

Only by letting people see his personal failures can we curb the Joker within them.

Once the Joker is truly dead, that symbol will run deep, and he'll become like Gandhi or William Wallace in the minds of gangs, and countless people will release the Joker within themselves!"

At this, Bruce spread his hands.

"So, I really have no way to deal with him now. Can I just kill all the bastards who believe in him?

Then, when new villains emerge, I'll kill them and their followers too?

In the long run, I'd become the villain myself—inevitably!"

"As long as you have a plan."

Heisenberg nodded lightly, picking up the breakfast Bruce brought and starting to eat.

As he ate, he continued,

"Though if it were me, I'd just cleanse all of humanity.

Clearly, a flawed system bred someone as purely wrong as the Joker. I'd dismantle him and give Earth a better starting point!"

"No, no, no, no, no!!!"

Heisenberg's words made Clark look up sharply.

"Great-Grandpa, don't think like that. While we focus on evil, let's also look at the hope that opposes it.

Even in Bruce's Gotham—a city overrun by gangs, filled with villains, and embodying pure evil like the Joker—there are still many who yearn for justice."

"Exactly, Mr. Heisenberg!"

Bruce sat heavily across from Heisenberg, speaking seriously.

"Humans are indeed ignorant, blind, vulgar, directionless, and easily swayed.

Whether they become good or bad ultimately depends on our methods and those of the villains.

The Joker can lead them into chaos, but I can transform them into champions of justice!"

"So, Bruce, you're selfish too.

Gotham is just your battlefield with the Joker."

Heisenberg smiled.

Hearing this, Bruce nodded noncommittally.

"I've never denied that, because I'm always fighting him.

But even without me and the Joker, the world is a battlefield between the rich and the poor, capitalists and the exploited, nations against nations, and faiths against faiths!

Compared to those conflicts, I'd rather let me lead the war. Once I win, they'll be better off than if other ideologies prevailed!"

As he finished, Bruce hesitantly picked up the dish in front of him and scanned it with the computer on his wrist.

While scanning, he said,

"These are all food sent by those pilgrims outside. It's better for us to eat it than let them waste it.

After all, it's truly entering the mouth of a god like you.

But to prevent poisoning, I still need to analyze its composition!"

"Pfft!"

As soon as he finished, Heisenberg nearly spat out the meat pie in his mouth.

"Can you not talk about this while we're eating, Bruce!"

"Alright, I thought since you're immune to poison, you wouldn't care about food safety.

But I didn't expect you to have human-like thoughts like Clark.

He doesn't actually need to breathe or walk, but he enjoys strolling and engages in pointless breathing like everyone else.

I thought only he was like that."

"Uh…"

Listening to Bruce's cold words, Heisenberg shrugged.

He turned to Clark and smiled,

"Look at our strategist here, tsk tsk, what he thinks about every day."

"Yeah, he thinks a lot!"

Clark remarked, sitting beside Bruce and casually grabbing a braised pig trotter.

Just as he was about to hold it, Bruce slapped his wrist hard.

"Don't think I can't tell you just finished laying sewage pipes.

Go wash your hands!"

"OK!"

Clark nodded heavily, then obediently headed to the particle washroom to clean his hands.

Watching their interaction, Heisenberg burst into laughter.

The DC universe really is the daily life of Bat-Mom and Supes-Dad!

Hahahaha!!!!

...

After eating, Bruce placed the trash into the waste recycler brought by a small robot, then whispered to Heisenberg,

"Before I went to sleep last night, I prepared the files of the members I've chosen.

I think we should recruit the first phase of members before Diana brings back good news.

Here's the storage card."

Saying this, Bruce was about to insert the storage card into the computer on his wrist.

But in the next instant, the card floated into the air and landed in a cluster of particles that were rapidly coalescing.

In just a moment, the particles emitted a soft blue light, then quickly expanded widely.

All the content from Bruce's storage card was categorized and displayed around them.

"Don't worry, the technology from my homeland can integrate ancient technologies, so where should we start, Bruce?"

Heisenberg asked softly, unaware that the term "ancient technology" had deeply wounded Batman.

After a moment of cold silence, Bruce pointed to the lightning symbol and said softly,

"Let's start with that young man."

"Young man? You mean this lightning bolt?"

Clark asked, waving his hand to touch the lightning pattern formed by the particles.

Instantly, a lifelike scene appeared near their table.

In the scene, a young man was shopping in a supermarket, but clearly, his luck was bad.

The supermarket was being robbed!

The young man in the scene suddenly vanished, only to reappear in the same spot an instant later.

In that brief moment, the unlucky robber, due to the failed robbery, had at least three years added to his sentence…

Seeing this, Clark nodded in surprise.

"That speed—even I can barely keep up. He's impressive!"

"He's Barry Allen from Central City, indeed very impressive.

But don't rush, there's someone even more impressive!"

Bruce said, opening another circular symbol.

In the scene, a body reduced to almost just an upper torso was gradually being encased in mysterious metal, forming a new life.

"Victor Stone, former college football star. He's right here in Metropolis!"

"Hmm, and the last one?"

Clark asked softly.

Bruce opened the final fishbone-tipped symbol, watching the man who dominated the seas in the scene and said,

"Arthur Curry from Mercy Reef. I used to think he was the son of the sea.

But now, it's clear he's an Atlantean, a hybrid of Atlantean nobility and humans!"

"OK!"

Heisenberg nodded decisively.

"Three targets, and we're exactly three.

So, one each. Let's implement the recruitment plan as soon as possible!"

Saying this, Heisenberg casually shrunk the Flash's scene and held it in his hand.

"I'm good at communicating with young people, so he's mine!"

"Then I'll go meet this man of steel and circuits. After all, we're both from Metropolis."

Clark took Victor Stone's scene.

With that, Arthur Curry's scene floated to Bruce.

Holding the scene in his hand, he said softly,

"Alright, I'll recruit this Aquaman. He cares deeply about his hometown and neighbors, and his hometown has always been impoverished. I should bring more money.

But luckily, that's what I have the most of, right?"