Gordon turned off the television and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the mayor had reacted quickly and packaged the accident as a deliberately arranged performance. Otherwise, that massive explosion alone would have been enough to scare off most of the tourists.
"The Federal Bureau of Investigation won't give up that easily." Bruce sighed. "I need to go back and make some preparations."
With that, he headed out of the police station. Schiller remained inside and looked at Gordon. "Do you know where that Batman came from?"
"The Wayne Grand Hotel. All the visitors from other worlds are staying there. Do you need something from him?"
"Bruce plans to send his children to the universe where that Batman is from. I'm planning to send Barry along with them."
"Why not let him go back to his parents?"
"He said he wanted to visit another universe. Mostly, he wants to avoid Harley. She's always making him run errands and buy things for her, and he's sick of it."
"Harley isn't going?"
"She isn't. She's busy with her magical career."
Gordon nodded and asked, "How's her magic training going?"
"Pretty well. The Sorcerer Supreme said she's very talented."
"That's good." Gordon escorted Schiller outside and said, "Everyone needs to learn a trade. She'll need to support herself someday."
Clearly, Gordon still thought of Harley as the helpless Gotham orphan she had once been. Schiller said, "Obviously, she can do far more than support herself."
The moment the two stepped out through the main entrance of the Gotham Police Department, they saw a burst of fire light up the horizon.
Gordon stared dumbfoundedly at the mushroom cloud on the horizon. After getting his bearings, he said, "That's Black Island, isn't it? What happened over there?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Gordon immediately