Shane pretended not to hear Batman's hint.
This world's Doctor Fate had already been actively avoiding worldly affairs. Earlier, he and Constantine had spent ages persuading him to intervene just once.
And Doctor Fate had made it clear beforehand: whether God Nabu could stop The Spectre or not, he would retreat the moment his time was up.
Now that they had lost contact, there was a ninety percent chance he had holed up in the Tower of Fate again.
Getting him to come out again would be incredibly difficult.
"Doctor Fate isn't as reliable as you think. It might be better to have the Resistance Army look for The Spectre's human host. Mxy... that extra-dimensional imp probably wouldn't dare kill him directly."
Batman shook his head.
"That was the first plan we considered, but nobody knows who The Spectre's human host is. In fact, if you hadn't told them, the Resistance Army wouldn't even have known The Spectre had a host."
Shane thumped his head at that.
By now, he no longer cared what Batman thought of him or what guesses he made about his origins.
"He's a police officer in New Orleans. Uh, I mean he used to be. Anyway, you should find him if you dig far enough back in the database."
Shane stumbled over his words as he spoke. "His name is Jim... Jim what was it?"
He racked his memory for ages. He had only recently refreshed his knowledge during those twenty years in the illusion realm, yet now, no matter how hard he tried, his mind was blank.
No, more accurately, it was green.
Whenever he tried to remember The Spectre, his mind automatically generated a mass of towering figures wearing green cloaks. Those chaotic thoughts seriously disrupted Shane's normal thought process.
That was probably