Marathon B Has Reached the Eaves

Although Ma Zhaodi had been delighted to play on the phrase "Since you're here, don't leave" when shouting at the fleeing Firefly, after chasing him for three blocks, he realized he might have celebrated too soon.

"Old Ma, I don't think this tank can catch him."

Jason scratched his head as he watched Firefly streak across the sky. Two sparks dragged two incredibly long black smoke trails behind them, and his speed was actually almost on par with the Batmobile at full throttle.

"Who could've expected that guy to fly so fast?"

The corner of Ma Zhaodi's eye twitched. He hadn't expected Firefly's flight equipment to be so absurdly fast. Back in the War of Jokes and Riddles universe, the guy hadn't been anywhere near this fast. He didn't know whether he had been enhanced in the Arkham Universe, or whether years of experience had led to too many iterations of his aircraft.

Since the two trails of black smoke lingered for a long time, it was basically impossible to lose him. But catching him was another matter entirely. Even with Ma Zhaodi's driving skills, it was unlikely that this tank could catch Firefly.

The distance between them was slowly widening. That was Firefly's advantage in speed. If he had also been running on the ground, Master-level driving skills might have made up the difference. But he was flying through the sky now—and a straight-line route through the air was naturally much shorter than a route through the city streets below.

"Damn, flying around like Firestorm, but actually so much faster than Firestorm—was Firestorm from Barry's universe nerfed that badly? Was he really this pathetic in the comics?"

As he chased after him, Ma Zhaodi complained inwardly. Seeing the fiery meteor in the distance fly farther and farther away until