Super Detective in the Fictional World

To Luke, a genius like Barry, who is intolerable to ordinary people, is a mere child's play.

The bad-tempered, venomous Tony, Ivan the Hairy Bear, the extremely uninformed researcher Bent (who invented the diarrhea stick), and the "Dr. Villain" camp that doesn't care about human life as long as it's research, none of them are any easier to live with than Barry.

Luke simply addresses Barry and asks a soul torture question: "You ...... don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

Barry's face even blushed a little, especially embarrassed at the strong attention from his long-legged sister on the side, "That, that's not available at the moment, for now ......"

Luke came over with a sympathetic face, "Don't you know that a lot of the brunch customers are actually couples with too much nightlife?"

Barry was a little confused, "Well, I know."

"Einstein explained relativity and said that when you're with someone you like, an hour is like five minutes." Luke patted him on the shoulder, "And when you look at people with someone you like, five minutes is like an hour."

Barry: "What? Einstein said this?"

Luke nodded approvingly, "Said so."

Master Webster frowned: he had read the theory of relativity, though he hadn't studied it in depth, but it didn't seem like Einstein had explained it that way, did he?

Still not scientifically literate, but very knowledgeable about (being) accosted, the warrior woman blurted out, "Einstein sure didn't say that."

Everyone looks at her.

Diana: "Because I've heard that on a lot of men's lips, but they've forgotten even high school physics."

Luke gives her a blank stare for exposing his "celebrity talk" trick: "I'm just kidding, I just think Barry is too serious.

With that he continued to pat the lad on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you'll get a girlfriend, come on."

Barry looked baffled: I'm damn sorry I don't have a girlfriend.

A few moments later, the four men partnered out the side door on the other side of the warehouse.

In order not to disturb Barry, Master Wayne had specifically chosen this lesser-used side exit to park.

Eager to pull a mate, and always paranoid, he took Barry in his own car.

Barry still had a large box of freshly microwaved pizza in his hand and ate it as he walked: "I use my powers to expend a lot of energy, after which I become an eating black hole ......"

Diana, who was walking a little later, couldn't help but have a look at Luke next to her: so the only person in this group who can't eat is Master Wayne?

Barry, a first-time teammate of his kind, continued to chatter, "How many men do we have on the SWAT team now?"

Master Wayne opened the door remotely, "Plus you, four."

Barry scanned his vision, "So, it's all here? Well, it doesn't matter, what matters is who the enemy is."

Master Wayne: "We'll talk about it later on the plane."

"OK," Barry shrugged, "By the way, what are your superpowers?"

Master Webster chimes in, "I'm rich (I have a lot of little money to spend)."

Barry: (-_-)

Diana laughed and shook her head, walking past the Mercedes AMG-VisionGranTurismo parked at the very back, towards the Porsche she'd driven.

She was rich, too, though not as much as billions, but a few hundred million dollars was complete fluff.

You know, she came from World War I and then found herself as an art collector.

A hundred years ago, during the war, such things as paintings, watches, sculptures, and vases sold for only a few hundred dollars, even in exchange for some food and water.

She's got a whole bunch of antique European artwork like this.

Especially in the last decade or two, art prices have gone crazy, and it's no problem to sell that inventory for billions and billions of dollars.

Of course, such clearance shipments would absolutely blow a hole in the world art market.

Those things are so expensive or rely on hype from various interest groups to create an artificial impression of scarcity.

In fact, one of the most important attributes of "scarcity" is to discount the artworks that have hit the market price of tens of billions of dollars in one breath.

It's only been eight or ten years since she sold an obscure one for a thousand or eight million dollars to live on.

In this respect, the warrior goddess was not a poor and extravagant sort of person, for the elegance, history, and heritage that European luxury flaunted were not worth mentioning to her who bore the blood of Zeus.

Anyway, the royal families of Europe combined are no match for her in classical, noble and heritage.

Instead, it is the modern social things committed to innovation that she is more than willing to accept.

The cell phone thing, for example, is much better than horns and rockets.

Luke enjoyed interacting with Barry and nodded with a sincere face as he passed behind Diana, "Yet, I'm rich, too. (And yes, I have a lot of little money money too.)"

But as he watched Luke walk up to the Lamborghini with the open scissor doors, Barry gulped down his pizza: well, it's amazing to have money, at least to be able to afford these three very beautiful cars.

And the really cruel thing is that it's only after getting on a private jet that it dawns on Barry: wait, a really rich person should actually buy two planes and fly one and blow up the other.

After this, Luke pulls Barry along to figure out how to upgrade the Lightning suit at Master Wayne's new Justice League base.

Don't forget, there's a grey-haired psycho kid next door who's still stuck with nano inner armor.

On the other hand, Master Webster and Diana went on to their next target.

He was in a weird state, so Luke said no on the grounds that a man who was too handsome might irritate him.

The joke about the cold goose bumps was met with a blank stare from Diana.

Master Wei had a suffocated look on his face, as if asking the question "Am I not handsome enough".

It's a pity that although he is handsome in a five or six point Big Ben face, he really can't discuss the issue of handsomeness compared to the reality-enhanced glorified version of Bell face.

Instead, Barry, who was watching from the sidelines, grinned stupidly.

He had loved the game since the first few snide remarks he'd known.

It would be perfect for a person with extraordinary reactions to play the snide joke of this lasagna discussion.

People say one thing, but he can think long enough to dislike them back.

The only thing that was a little frustrating for him was that Luke's head also seemed to be spinning fast and he was so much more experienced than he was.

This way, he's really willing to work with Luke on the transformation of the suit.

Not to mention that the Justice League base has all sorts of materials and a new teammate with a brain not much slower than his own who can learn snarky jokes while he works.

Even better, this new teammate is super capable of eating, many times more capable of eating than Barry, and he's partial to money.

Barry finally knows how far rich people can go to do whatever they want.

With one phone call from Luke, the signature dishes from every major specialty restaurant in Gotham and Metropolis would be delivered to the base by drone within ten minutes of being made.

Barry feels like a little bird - all he has to do is open his beak and say "I'm hungry" and the food will fall out of the sky and into his mouth.