When Bruce used the carriage Master Andrew had prepared to haul the first batch of books back to the Oblivion Bookstore, the bookstore's new owner, Constantine, stared in dumbfounded disbelief as groups of mage apprentices happily carried massive tomes into his shop.
"Hey, Russ, you're Master Andrew's apprentice, Russ, right? What's going on? I haven't ordered any new stock lately."
The black-haired apprentice Constantine had called Russ extended one hand and hooked his thumb behind him. "Ask that rich guy back there. Also, you miserable bastard, when did you get in good with Wayne?"
"We'll talk later." Constantine patted him on the back as he turned around, bounced on the balls of his feet, and ran toward the back of the line.
He found Bruce at the carriage door, counting the books. He dramatically leaned backward, spread his hands in a wide arc, and said, "What are you doing? Where did all these books come from?!"
"This is a gift of knowledge from the Demon Monarch I just contracted with. A welcome gift for you. You're welcome."
"B-b-b-but... ow!"
A collapsing stack of books hit Constantine in the forehead. He lurched backward and fell to the ground, then got up rubbing his forehead. Grinning, he said, "Seriously? You don't actually think anyone would buy those massive tomes that only you can understand, do you?... Wait, you are planning to sell them, right?"
Bruce shook his head, drew a pentagram over his chest, and said, "I told you already, this is a gift of knowledge from His Majesty the great Beelzebub. Talking business would be too vulgar."
Just then, another carriage landed at the entrance. Nightwing stood atop it and waved to Bruce. "This is the second-to-last load. Jason and Tim are sorting out the final cart of books. They'll bring