Tonight's moonlight was exceptionally bright. Beneath that enormous pale moon, Wayne Tower stood like the last giant left standing when the heavens shattered.
The lights of the distant financial harbor gradually went out. Once the lights representing the city's prosperity faded, all that remained were countless flashing police lights and cold neon.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of footsteps gradually merged with the ticking of the clock. Barbara suddenly realized what was happening, and when she turned and saw the red figure, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned back to the keyboard. Robin emerged from the shadows, and without looking back, Barbara asked, "You told him we won't have any reinforcements, right?"
Then she sighed to herself and said, "But who hasn't been naive before? I only hope he can hold on to that innocence until tomorrow morning."
Robin's expression was complicated. He stood in the room and looked at Barbara. "Didn't you listen to his call?"
"I don't need any more troubles." Barbara's tone remained calm, with only a trace more irritability than usual. Under the circumstances, that was already rare composure.
Robin sighed and said nothing. He turned and saw the photo of Barbara and Nightwing on the bookshelf.
Barbara continued operating the computer. "Batman has obtained a sample of the Fear Gas. He should have taken it back to the Batcave. I'm not sure Peter Parker can study it on his own. I want to go back. What do you think?"
"He found another assistant for that kid named Peter." Robin crossed his arms. "Or rather, he found him another problem."
In the Batcave, Poison Ivy looked at Peter Parker and gently shook her head. "Don't expect me to cooperate with you. Once Batman leaves, we're done."
"I'm afraid you have to cooperate, ma'am. You