Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 3753 - 2872: Daily Life Before Battleworld (Middle)

Chapter 3753 - 2872: Daily Life Before Battleworld (Middle)

Pamela had brought a vast array of items, all hanging from her bicycle. Jason was stunned the moment he opened the door and said, "How on earth did you ride this thing over here? Did you train in a circus?"

"Guess why I didn't drive?" Pamela tossed her hair back and strode into the house. She didn't sit on the sofa but rushed into the kitchen instead and poured two large glasses of water, saying, "Do you know how damn high the oil prices have gotten? If you know anyone from the circus, you'd better introduce me for a part-time job; I've nearly maxed out all my cards!"

"You've made a very wrong investment decision." Shiller seemed a bit displeased as he said, "From the day the stock market crashed, you should have stopped payments to the bank instead of stubbornly holding onto that house. Selina is doing much better than you."

Pamela stood blankly in front of the kitchen island and said, "I just wanted a house."

"That's rare." Shiller said, "In Western culture, renting a house isn't usually seen as shameful, but it is a custom in East Asian cultures, where they see it as continuously giving money to someone else."

"Isn't it?"

"Every single product you buy means giving money to someone else; don't you use the things you buy?"

Pamela sighed deeply and said, "It's too late to talk about it now, the sunk cost is too high, I must earn more money. I won't let the bank take my house."

"How is the cleaning equipment development going with Victor?"

"The cleaning robot? Re

"I guess I'm alright," Pamela chuckled. "The fashion style of my other selves is a bit... well, hard to comment. If it's because of the plant toxins, I guess I understand, but I'm not that fond of green anyway, and why nickname me 'Little Red' in other universes when 'Little Pa' would do?"

Selina leaned on her hand and said, "We didn't have much to talk about, but they mentioned a few jewels they claimed to have stolen from Gotham. I doubted it since I've never seen them before. I was planning to ask Bruce about it..."

"Did you marry Bruce in the other universes?" Clark asked, somewhat gossiping. "Did you have children?"

"Don't even mention it," Selina said, clearly not interested in the salad, struggling to stab a piece with her fork without succeeding in taking a bite. "They were all shocked when I brought Aisha along. They couldn't believe that I'd have a child with Bruce."

"Didn't you explain?" Diana asked.

"There's nothing to explain. I am Aisha's mother, and they also took care of the child of that woman named Talya," Selina snorted dismissively. "Damian is not as cute as my daughter; he is a real brat."

"Wait a second." Harley realized something and said, "The genders in each universe might differ, right? After all, Harley Quinn is definitely female, but Superman and such may not be..."

"There is indeed a Superwoman," Clark nodded. "But I also heard there's a Supergirl, supposedly my cousin. I'm not too clear on these titles, but we don't really care about gender."

"There are also male versions of me, but it's hard to imagine men on Paradise Island," Diana admitted with some disdain. "I also couldn't quite get along with him. Everyone else felt a bit awkward too. He said he plans to team up with other gender-swapped superheroes, which I think is a good idea for everyone."

"It might not be that simple. At least Batman wouldn't let Batwoman go," Shiller interjected. "And Joker wouldn't spare the Court Jester. They clearly have bigger ambitions."

"Right," Pamela turned to Shiller and asked, "Is Jack going too? He doesn't seem much, doesn't lose out, right? Last time he even gave me a free ride. Should I get him some neurotoxin?"

Shiller shook his head, "Although Bruce is no longer Batman and Jack can't really be considered a true Joker, remember, their power levels are dynamically bound."

Diana raised an eyebrow, "Bruce is an Angel, so Jack is..."

Shiller didn't elaborate further; Harley, however, stared at him and said, "I feel like there's something off about you today."

"What's off?"

"Can't put my finger on it," Harley twirled her fork and said, "I watched closely but didn't see anything special, might just be my imagination."

"Are you really planning to become a full-time Magician?" Shiller seemed a bit regretful. "Your talent in psychology is exceptional. Don't you want to try a bit harder?"

"I'm a typical psychopath enthusiast," Harley sighed, "so since I saw that crazy state of my other selves, I've decided against studying psychology anymore. Eventually I'd become someone's underling. Instead of that, isn't it better to trade my sanity for some transcendent power?"

"Nothing's worth the trade," Jason couldn't help but say. "It's just choosing between hanging and drowning."

"Then what do you propose? I can't hide in a rich man's house and play the good baby. Stay out of my way."

Shiller and Diana exchanged a look; Diana then shared a glance with Clark. Selina, taking initiative, raised her eyebrows at Clark, then looked at Pamela for confirmation; even Merkel, standing by, gave Pamela a look.

All of them tacitly closed their mouths.

The quarrelsome duo awkwardly stopped, Harley glaring fiercely at Jason, and both bowed their heads to eat in silence.