
"Listen, Lu Dan! I’m not asking you to make Gotham a model city, and I’m definitely not Superman—but what do you mean by paying villains to buy their way out of Arkham? What happened to your lofty ambitions as a transmigrator?! You’ve only been here for a month, and you’ve already become Arkham’s unofficial HR department. If this continues: two months later, you’ll have founded the Villain Re-Employment Group, complete with social security and housing fund contributions, hailed as a national entrepreneur; four months in, you’ll be rolling out performance assessments and productivity quotas, branded a capitalist exploiter of Gotham’s rogues; and soon enough, you’ll be Bruce Wayne’s nightmare—the guy who sends Batman hellish jokes at 3 a.m. As the Will of the Bat, I must stop you, really. Sitting on the Möbius Chair, Lu Dan stroked his beard: 'So what do you want me to do?' The Bat-Will gritted its teeth and said, 'As long as you don’t give up, I can give you any ability you want.' Lu Dan rubbed his eyes, his expression sorrowful: 'What did I do wrong that you’d humiliate me like this? You ask me for a favor—and you won’t even call me Batman.'”