"Gotham's independence had become a fact. The twenty-six agents who had previously entered the country would be extradited back to the Federal Government next Friday..."
Fiona sat on the sofa in the Wayne Manor living room, reading the newspaper. Frowning, she said to Batman, who was pouring tea behind her, "I still think we should use the term 'People's Republic.' That would better embody the power of democracy."
"Yes, but sharing a name with a certain country in Asia might provoke some unnecessary speculation." Pale Rider came down the stairs, straightened his tie, and said, "'Democratic Republic' was not bad either. It sounded more distinctive."
"Wouldn't that still share a name with another country?" Fiona shook her head, but did not argue further. Instead, she asked, "How many countries have established diplomatic relations with us so far?"
"Most European countries have sent telegrams of congratulations."
Fiona's eyes widened in shock. "What? Since when were those countries so friendly?"
"Because they're afraid we'll drift over to them." Pale Rider rolled his eyes slightly. "The Atlantic Ocean isn't that big. Although we're closer to Federal territory now, who knows? One day, the currents might carry us off to keep Britain company. I doubt anyone in Europe wants to see us."
Fiona burst out laughing, then said with some emotion, "Being notorious has its advantages. But the British have no right to laugh at us. I don't want fish and chips spreading to our island."
"Has the Federal Government not replied yet?" Pale Rider looked at Batman.
"No. I heard the president insists on not responding. He wants votes too badly. Something this huge happened during his term, so reelection will probably be difficult. He's likely complaining to his staff right now."
"I think this is a good opportunity for him to boost