"Come in." Arrogant stood by the door, looking at the agent, "Solve the trouble you caused yourself."
When the agent stepped on the threshold, Ethan was curled up on the sofa. This man was actually quite tall and well-built, but at moments of mental illness episodes, anyone would exhibit a sharp fragility, making it easy to overlook his physical advantage.
Ethan held a cup of warm water, struggling to turn his face away, not looking at the agent. The agent simply stood at the door, pondered for a moment and said, "First, if I knew you were inside, I wouldn't have knocked... no, I don't mean I would have burst in."
"Secondly, I probably have a few hundred terabytes of agent tragic death scenario packages. If you want to see them, I can send them to you."
"Lastly, it's not like I haven't died before." The agent chuckled, "Victims in plane crash accidents, the way to die must have been worse than you imagine. I caught fire and then fell into the sea..."
"Enough." Arrogant said, "I just wanted to ask, why do you need to wear a uniform to play a game?"
The agent glanced down at his clothes. Actually, the Federal Bureau of Investigation doesn't have any specific uniform regulations, even the blue jacket with FBI on it is merely recommended to wear, intended to prevent local police from giving you trouble when entering a crime scene.
However, the agents do have their own dressing habits. You can't dress too casually, otherwise some venues would be difficult to enter, but you also shouldn't dress too formally, otherwise you'd look too much like an insurance salesperson or a car insurance manager.
The best approach is to wear a suit but bring some gear to signify your agent identity. For example, the agent wore a white shirt but had tactical bands on his arm, holsters on his waist and thighs, and specially made investigation gloves.
The white shirt and trousers made him appear formally dressed, but the straps used for equipment distinguished him from office workers, making him look difficult to mess with.
"I must clarify." The agent said, "Most Federal Bureau of Investigation agents use chest harnesses or tactical vests. It was because of playing a game that I stuck to the simplified version."
"So he's just somewhat uncomfortable." Arrogant sighed, stepped aside to let the agent in. The agent walked in while taking off the bands from his arms. The holster was strapped around both the waist and thigh, it was harder to remove, so he left it alone.
Gordon knew the agent was telling the truth because the police dressed similarly. Police officers would typically wear light blue shirts with tactical vests, and for some easier field tasks, they'd swap the vest for a chest rig. Mainly for practical purposes, as guns and bullets have to be stored somewhere, can't just be held in hand constantly.
Arrogant looked at the band the agent removed from his arm and asked, "What's it used for?"
"Tourniquet." The agent said, "Almost had to use it just now."
Then he cleared his throat and said, "Actually, most times it's used to hang patches. Hanging ID badges around the neck is quite inconvenient, but you still need everyone to know you're a notorious agent, so you'd stick an 'FBI' patch on the arm band."
The agent then took off the walkie-talkie clipped to his tie, followed by the tie itself, then removed the handcuffs hanging from his waist, and finally the gun and baton from the holster.
"You're quite well-equipped." Gordon couldn't help but say, "Really doesn't look like you're here for games."
"Who told you I came for games?" The agent was somewhat polite to Arrogant but not to Gordon, "The Primary Universe Batman wouldn't only send one Batman to stake out, you should've realized this by now."
Arrogant paused, he just knew. Batman would never rest easy with Bruce, if he delegated the matter entirely to Bruce, then frankly, he didn't treat the matter seriously. Actually, the agent and Deathstroke are the main forces he sent to oversee Brainiac and Doctor Manhattan.
"I heard you met them in the Prime Universe." Arrogant's gaze shifted between the agent and Gordon.
"Ha." Gordon scoffed, "An officer one grade higher suffocates the dead."
By saying that, Arrogant knew Gordon must have suffered a minor loss. So he turned his attention to the agent. The agent judged, "You're only suitable to stay in Gotham."
Gordon also turned away, ignoring him. At this point, Ethan was much better, he glanced at the agent. After the agent removed all the gear he could, he looked more like an office clerk. Ethan took a sip of water and said, "Sorry, I just got a little..."
"It's alright." The agent answered straightforwardly, "Patients with mental illness attacking police won't get imprisoned, you can do as you please."
Ethan felt more embarrassed. Arrogant had to speak to ease the atmosphere: "Why did you come?"
"I wanted to ask about intelligence on Gotham University, who might be more likely to become a small-time boss there? Where might they be?"
This question obviously stumped Arrogant. He said, "Clearly you haven't experienced enough in the Prime Universe, especially without visiting Gotham University. Everyone there has the potential to become a horror game boss. If not, they wouldn't be gathered at the top university in this city, especially since this school's ranking isn't that high."
Arrogant was clearly emphasizing the last sentence. He had worked tirelessly to improve Gotham University's ranking, yet Brainiac remained unmoved, forcing even the lazy Arrogant to devise ways to find good teaching resources.
"Highly suspicious targets?" The agent said.
"Jonathan Crane." Arrogant answered without hesitation.
But clearly he had more to say without hesitation: "Victor · Fries, Lex Luther, Harley Quinn, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Barry Allen, Pamela Isley..."
"Who among them is more formidable?" the agent asked again.
"Depends on how you define 'formidable'." Arrogant walked over to the sofa and sat down, "They all have their own formidable aspects; the common thing is none of them like writing psychology assignments."
The agent pondered for a moment: "Where would Luther be?"
Indeed, the agent had never delved deeply into Gotham in the Prime Universe because the FBI's East Coast base was in Metropolis, Justice League's headquarters was also in Metropolis, and even the Multiverse Alliance's permanent location was in Metropolis. Therefore, he dealt more with Lex Luther.
The previous case where he met with Gordon, who was on vacation, also involved Luther's participation. However, he and Gordon were more like background characters in yet another Superman comic, while Clark Kent was busy enacting a Metropolis version of Twilight Saga with Alexander Luther in the skies above Metropolis, the agent and police like Gordon were on the ground cleaning up the mess from the incident that was the catalyst for the whole story.
Clearly, Gordon had stayed in Gotham for too long and wasn't used to the fast-paced life of Metropolis. While he was still trying to collect footprint clues, the agent had already traced things back to aliens.
"Physics Department," Arrogant said, "Most of the time he's researching how to make Gotham's dark clouds disappear, usually in the Laboratory of High Energy Physics."
Receiving this answer, the agent didn't linger long, stood up, and left. Gordon was still comforting Ethan: "Not all agents are jerks..."
He paused at this point, looked in the direction the agent had left: "If you compare the FBI to human society, then he's deservedly the cannibal."
The agent got into the car, which headed straight for Gotham University. Deathstroke curiously looked at him and said, "Why the armor off?"
"There was no armor to begin with." The agent shook his head, "I wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest. The bandage and gloves are just for show. But come to think of it, there's no one here I need to intimidate."
"Who says?" Deathstroke said gleefully, "Didn't you just precisely intimidate someone? Almost got shot."
"Why didn't you shoot?" The agent asked.
"Though I don't know who that guy was, I knew that if I killed another member of your team, I'd be in deep trouble." Deathstroke shook his head, "But I also knew he wouldn't hit you, that guy wasn't a soldier, his hands were shaking when he shot."
Deathstroke thought for a moment and added, "Do you ever feel burdened by the unethical actions of your peers?"
"What are you thinking?" The agent was rather baffled, "No Shiller has ever been burdened by such things; we're lucky not to burden others."
"I just wanted to give you an excuse to gripe about work." Deathstroke snorted lightly, "Fine if you're not appreciative."
"Can't you see how much I love my job?" The agent said.
"Not really." Deathstroke shook his head, "I've been to the FBI looking for you three times, you were always drinking coffee."
"My job isn't as an agent," the agent shook his head, "But to diligently act as the mole in every group. My first skill is slacking off, second is leaking information, third is killing insiders, and ultimate move is summoning the IRS for mutual destruction."
"Also in Batman's group?" Deathstroke asked.
"I don't belong to Batman's group," the agent re-tied his tie, attached the walkie-talkie, and said while putting on gloves, "But there are already plenty of moles in Batman's group, with skills better than mine, don't need me."
The two drove into Gotham University, arrived at the Physics Department building, but they still couldn't get in because every building in Gotham University requires an exam to enter. The Physics Department naturally requires a physics exam.
The agent was already aware of this setting, but science subjects are actually easier to pass than humanities because you just look at the paper, memorize the questions, have someone answer them for you outside, memorize the answers, then go back in and fill them in.
The question provided by Brainiac was quite complex, a fairly difficult physics analysis problem. But after looking at the question, the agent went online from the car and contacted Batman—there's no group of Batman that can't solve a physics problem.
Primary Universe Batman responded quickly, writing a lengthy response. It was actually a bit long, but both the agent and Deathstroke had excellent memories, could memorize those random symbols by rote. They easily passed the exam.
Just as the agent was wondering why Brainiac didn't use a random question, the figure appearing in the Laboratory of High Energy Physics made the agent understand that Brainiac still hadn't changed its evil AI nature. In the lab, it was the Frosty Luthor Clown.