American comics: Starting in Arkham, a system-based Batman

Chapter 26 The Glasses Are the Real Body

"That's strange..."

The driver had a nagging feeling, but didn't think much of it, assuming that Asian faces all looked similar and were hard to remember.

Zheng En went up the stairs. In this old-fashioned apartment building, you can't expect to find an elevator. Although he missed the convenient life before he transmigrated, he had no choice but to comfort himself that he was exercising.

At least you can run away faster if you encounter someone you can't beat.

After coming out of the stairwell, Jung Eun headed towards her room.

As soon as I looked up, I suddenly saw a small, dark figure crouching in the hallway. Judging from the distance, it was roughly at the location of room 404, right outside my room door.

He looked closely and saw that the dark figure had stood up; it was Jason.

"Why are you squatting by the door?" Jung Eun asked as she walked over. "Didn't I buy you a cell phone?"

While at the secondhand phone store, he made a point of buying an extra phone for Jason so that the two could easily contact each other.

Jason Todd, Batman's second son, the second Robin, and the anti-hero Red Hood, was a character that Zheng En liked even before he traveled through time. Moreover, given his connection to the original Batman, it was hard for him not to pay attention to him and want him to have a better life.

He had considered adopting Jason, but he knew it was unrealistic.

The wariness of homeless children struggling to survive in the East District cannot be eliminated overnight.

Moreover, Zheng En had offended Falcone, and he was afraid that something might happen, so he could only find excuses elsewhere to secretly help Jason, giving him small tasks and extra tips as payment.

Even if something really happens, the other party can directly call him to contact him.

To avoid attracting attention, Zheng En bought Jason the cheapest second-hand phone, which only had the functions of making calls and sending messages.

Even so, the other party was initially unwilling to accept it.

Zheng En explained that she often needs Jason to run errands for her, and only after he covered her phone bills did the child accept it.

They seem more receptive to clearly defined exchanges of benefits than to well-intentioned gestures.

These are thoughts that children their age shouldn't have.

Zheng En muttered, "Why didn't you call ahead before you came? It would have saved us from waiting here."

Jason, who had been squatting by the door, stood up and backed away when he saw Zheng En approaching.

Hearing what he said, the wary expression on his face gradually turned into hesitation.

Where did those glasses come from?

Jason was puzzled. Seeing the man with black-rimmed glasses looking so calm and composed, as if they were very familiar with each other, he became even more confused.

Especially after the other party mentioned giving him their phone number, the only person in his memory who fit this description was the gentleman he knew before, but...

He stared intently at Zheng En's face, but nothing stuck in his mind. He only remembered the glasses, let alone comparing them to the face in his memory.

Noticing his unusual expression, Jung Eun-jae realized that there was something on her face.

He subconsciously touched the nose pads on his glasses, while already using his key to open the door.

"Please come in and have a seat."

There was no need to say anything more; once Jung Eun took off her glasses, Jason understood everything.

"cool."

As Jason watched that ordinary face transform back into his familiar appearance, his eyes widened in astonishment.

He always acted very mature in front of Zheng En, so seeing Jason with this expression was rare for her. Zheng En couldn't help but laugh, "How about it? Hard to recognize me?"

"Of course!"

Noticing Jung Eun's smile, Jason was a little puzzled. He frowned and defended himself, "I don't know why, but I can't remember what you look like with glasses on at all, and I can't recognize you."

Gotham's homeless children are worldly-wise, but they've never seen a person disappear into thin air before.

It was clearly the same face, and it didn't seem much different after taking off the glasses, but he looked at it for a long time and still couldn't match it up.

Is there really that much difference between wearing glasses and not wearing them for the average person?

Faced with Jason's question, Jung Eun felt even better.

"Maybe it's because of racial differences, but I can't tell the difference between most Europeans and Americans. They all look pretty much the same."

This is a lie.

Just as Superman can use glasses to conceal his identity because those glasses are a product of Kryptonian technology, Jung Eun's glasses are not ordinary glasses either.

[The original form of Shinpachi]

Once you put them on, you'll only have one identity left: glasses.

[Details: A mysterious item from a certain unscrupulous person, said to be someone's true form. Once placed in front of the eyes, it immediately triggers a "passerby" state, where all physical characteristics are covered by the glasses.]

Even when communicating face-to-face, once the conversation ends, the other person cannot naturally recall the face behind the glasses.

In a sense, it transcends the realm of humanity; the glasses themselves are the essence, one could say they are glasses draped in human skin, or glasses worn by humans. [The body is 95% glasses, 3% water, and 2% waste.]

In short, it is a powerful tool for concealing one's identity.

After the previous ten-pull, Jung Eun only had enough points for one more pull.

He couldn't resist, and then pulled out a miracle.

【New Pucky's True Form】is a purple card, and in terms of its function and effect, it can be said to be what Jung Eun needs most right now.

He didn't know the extent of Falcone's warrant for his arrest, but with his glasses, he should be able to evade it for a while.

Later on, the other party will definitely not have time to pay attention to me.

After all, Batman's first sword strike was against a Roman.

Recalling the news she had seen in the newspaper, Jung Eun guessed that day couldn't be far off.

Regardless of how long it takes the local Batman to deal with the Romans, he's certainly absorbing plenty of hatred.

Who will even remember him then?

Zheng En hummed cheerfully. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a Sprite for himself, and casually asked, "What do you want to drink? We have Coke and Sprite, or would you like some mineral water?"

"I want a Coke!"

With a refreshing drink to drink, Jason stopped paying attention to appearances, thinking that he hadn't seen many Asians and couldn't recognize them.

After resting for a while, he got down to business, "Didn't you ask me to help you find a job? That's settled now."

"So fast?"

Zheng En was somewhat surprised; he thought it would take at least three or four days.

This wasn't urgent for him; it was just one of the options in his daily tasks. He'd be happy to do it, but it wouldn't matter if he couldn't.

There are seven or eight daily tasks that will appear every day, which allows for some leeway.

Assigning this task to Jason was merely a way to pay him. Zheng En hadn't expected him to be so dedicated, doing it so quickly and well.

Come to think of it, the same thing happened when I told him to do it before; the house rental was also settled the next day.

Many adults couldn't achieve this level of efficiency, but it seemed to be taken for granted by Jason.

"Yeah, I asked around and found a reasonably reliable agency." Jason nodded, pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. "This is his contact information."

He glanced at Jung Eun, then lowered his head and bit his lip. "Sorry, I broke the phone you gave me before."