"Oh~? Ask away. I'll answer depending on the question," Colin said casually, waving a hand. A beautiful waitress immediately approached.
She stood respectfully to the side, trying hard to suppress her excitement. After all, Gotham's two richest men—Colin and Bruce Wayne—were dining together. That was a sight rarely seen.
Colin ordered a few things, and the waitress quickly left to prepare them.
Bruce leaned forward slightly.
"Do you think the Silent God Superman has the potential to destroy the world?"
Colin blinked. "Huh? That's impossible. The world is basically his backyard. Who in their right mind would destroy their own garden?"
Bruce's voice dropped lower. "What if he turns evil?"
Colin chuckled helplessly. "Turn evil? The Silent God Superman has no trigger for that. He doesn't have family in this world, nor anyone he loves. So tell me—why would he fall to darkness?"
Bruce studied him for a moment before continuing, "Then what if… he simply lost his mind and wanted to destroy everything?"
"Lose his mind?" Colin raised a brow. "And why would he go insane? Loneliness? Pressure?"
He found the thought almost funny. Go insane? The Silent God Superman had no stress, and he was far from lonely. When bored, he saved people or chatted with Monica. His days were absurdly pleasant. Madness? Not a chance.
Bruce pondered quietly as the waitress returned with Colin's order.
Colin took a sip and spoke again, tone almost teasing.
"You should worry more about the other Superman instead. He's the one with a family and someone he loves. If someone killed them… that's when we'd see a Superman gone dark."
Bruce fell silent, deep in thought. After a long pause, he murmured,
"If the more muscular Superman ever turns, then the Silent God one would be the only one capable of stopping him…"
"Exactly." Colin smirked. "So, there's no need to worry. Let's move on to business."
Bruce nodded. "Agreed."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Clark Kent and Lois Lane were pitching a new idea to their editor.
Lois explained her concept for a special feature on Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and the editor immediately approved. It was the kind of explosive content that guaranteed readership.
Soon after, Clark and Lois left the office with an advance payment in hand.
Down on the street, Lois grinned with excitement.
"We can make this a working vacation! We'll travel while we head to the desert where Harley and Ivy are hiding—it's basically a paid trip!"
Clark chuckled. "Let's head home first and pack. We'll leave tomorrow."
Lois nodded, pulling out the money.
"And tonight, we're treating ourselves to a nice dinner."
"Deal," Clark said, smiling.
They picked a fancy restaurant… only to run into Colin and Bruce Wayne.
Lois's eyes lit up the moment she saw them. The two richest men in Gotham—rumored rivals—having a calm meal together?
Her journalist's instincts flared like wildfire. She immediately approached their table.
"Hi there, Mr. Colin, Mr. Wayne. What a surprise to see you both here," she said cheerfully.
Both men looked up. Colin's lips curved in amusement—what an interesting scene: two Supermen and Batman, all in one place.
Bruce gave a polite nod. "Good evening."
Colin's reply was more casual. "Hey."
Clark nodded silently from behind Lois.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Lois said,
"It seems your relationship isn't as tense as people say."
Bruce sighed faintly. "Miss Lane, if this is an interview, please schedule one properly. Right now is my private time. Of course," he added with a faint smile, "if you'd like to sit and have a drink, you're welcome to join us."
Lois laughed awkwardly. "Ah—sorry. Occupational habit."
Meanwhile, in the desert.
Harley Quinn leaned on her shovel, panting. "So hot~ Ivy, do we have anything to drink?"
Her throat felt like it was on fire. They'd been planting trees since sunrise. With Ivy's powers, the barren land had already begun turning green—it was faster than Harley ever imagined. At this rate, they might actually restore the whole desert.
But god, it was hot.
Inside their plant-made shelter, Ivy rummaged around, only to find their water was gone.
She stepped outside and said calmly, "We're out."
"Ahhh, what now? Are we gonna die of thirst?" Harley groaned dramatically.
"We could just call the boss," Ivy suggested. "We're working for Colin now, and we don't even get paid. Asking him for water isn't too much, is it?"
Harley swallowed hard, lifted her hands like in prayer, and said solemnly,
"Oh mighty god, please grant us some water…"
Her tone was so reverent it was almost convincing.
Ivy sighed and conjured a vine chair to sit on. "You can just say it. Colin can hear you anyway."
Harley suddenly perked up. "Then… could I also ask him to send a handsome guy for, you know, biological needs?"
Ivy froze. "…"
She rubbed her temple. Yup. Harley's still not entirely sane.
"Harley," she said flatly, "how about you finish planting before thinking about… that."
Their conversation went completely off-track.
Meanwhile, Colin and Bruce wrapped up their discussion.
"I've got something to take care of," Colin said, standing.
Without further explanation, he left the restaurant, bought some drinks and snacks, then teleported straight to the desert.
When he arrived, Harley was still kneeling, hands clasped in prayer.
Seeing him appear, she gasped excitedly.
"Oh great god, could you send us a man as handsome as the Silent God Superman?"
Colin stared at her for a moment. "…"
Then sighed. "Didn't you already share my perspective before? Why are you still this obsessed?"
Harley grinned shamelessly. "Because it was amazing! And I'm pretty open-minded, you know. Actually, I'm kinda excited just thinking about it."
Colin gave her a silent thumbs-up. "You're unbeatable."