At the London History Museum, Diana was working when she heard hurried footsteps approaching.
Climbing down from the giant statue, she asked, "Barbara, what's wrong? You're moving like it's an emergency."
"Of course it's urgent!" Barbara blurted, practically bouncing. "You'll never guess what happened! The billionaire from Gotham City—undoubtedly the youngest, richest person alive, the heir of the Wayne Family… Bruce Wayne… his company just sent you an email! I checked the address—it's legit, and every detail about Wayne Group matches. God, that's Bruce Wayne! The world's most dazzling prince charming in the eyes of women everywhere. His empire is massive; even here in London, there are countless companies with the Wayne name. And you… so young, so talented, and beautiful enough to make me jealous! You're telling me Wayne Group is just looking for you to study antiques?!"
Barbara leaned on Diana, practically hugging her arm in excitement.
Diana gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling faintly. "Have you read the email?"
"I haven't peeked! If it's a love letter, I'd probably die of jealousy. If only I were as beautiful and perfect as you, Diana. Never mind that—I'll help you take notes. Go check Wayne Group's email quickly. Even if this is just a prank, a job from Wayne Group means a fortune. They always do things on a grand scale."
Barbara shoved Diana away from the statue and took over her work. Diana watched her scramble up, then curtsied playfully. "Thanks, Barbara. If it's nothing urgent, I'll be back soon."
"Go ahead! Agamemnon is my specialty. I won't mess up the origins of these statues."
Barbara waved without looking back, and Diana headed to her computer. Pushing aside an Athena figurine on the desk, she froze when she saw the screen.
"It's actually an invitation from Wayne Group of Gotham City?" she murmured, opening the email. The content pulled her in immediately.
Moments later, Diana closed the webpage, clutching the Athena figurine in disbelief.
"An immortal, openly appearing under scrutiny? Isn't he afraid of being captured for experiments? Teleportation alone won't save him—there are too many ways to control a person. Is he arrogant, or does he have other hidden powers?"
She searched recent Gotham news, stunned by what she found. Axel's story was only a minor rumor in Europe, yet in southern America, his videos were spreading fast. New accounts kept sharing his exploits online. His fame could soon rival the Justice Society.
Watching the footage carefully, Diana realized Axel wasn't purely evil. The people he killed were soldiers, ninjas, gang members, assassins, and a few careless policemen. Civilians were largely spared.
When she saw a video of Axel shooting someone's legs, she nodded slightly. He wasn't unnecessarily brutal; he even comforted their family afterward. A truly evil person wouldn't do that. It showed Axel had a moral line, a principle guiding him.
Having lived through wars herself, Diana had seen far worse devils. Her sword had claimed countless souls. During a stint guarding Gotham on Bruce's behalf, she had left a trail of death in three days, forcing local gangs to pay and cooperate. Compared to her, Axel's principle was surprisingly flexible, though less extreme.
She thought: Axel isn't a supervillain. He's a delinquent youth with enormous potential, in desperate need of guidance from someone strong.
Suddenly intrigued, Diana sent a prompt reply to Wayne Group.
"I am personally very interested in the information provided and can depart for Gotham in a few days. I will send flight details shortly and hope preparations for my reception are underway."
After booking her earliest flight, she sent the details as a follow-up, packed her equipment, and headed home.
At her apartment, she stared at her legendary gear: the Lasso of Truth, Bracelets of Submission, Sword of Hephaestus, Aegis Shield, Star Sapphire Tiara, and Hermes' Winged Helmet.
"It's been a long time since I've used these," she mused. "Maybe this trip will let me fight alongside them again."
She packed everything into a travel case along with her other luggage.
Meanwhile, in Gotham, at Downton Manor, Axel approached Alfred with a grin, shaking his hand warmly.
"Actually, you didn't need to rush back. I found someone to cook. There are plenty of maids here; while none are as skilled as you, they're far better than Selina."
Axel turned to give Selina the upward middle finger. She barely looked up from her pasta and baked shrimp.
Alfred glanced at her, slightly stunned. "This young lady… is she Falcone's daughter? I met Mr. Falcone seven years ago when Bruce first left. She even brought me a decanted Romanée-Conti back then."
"Ah…" Selina tilted her head at the comment.
Axel patted Alfred's shoulder. "Selina had a falling out with the old man Falcone, so don't provoke her."
"My apologies, Ms. Selina," Alfred said quickly.
Axel leaned back casually. "By the way, Alfred, where were you just now? Did you go to see Bruce? Is he really that charming?"
Alfred hesitated, then Selina burst out laughing.
"Every butler is honest with their master," Alfred explained seriously. "I sent Master's hair to Wayne Group and had your hair analyzed."
"Oh?" Axel leaned over, intrigued. "You analyzed my hair? What did you find? Can I still have children? That's important, Alfred!"
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