After leaving Villains' Bar, Miao Mu and the others really had nothing else to do. It was already late at night, though for Gotham, nighttime only meant things got more exciting.
But it was cold...
A chilly gust blew past. Miao Mu gritted his back teeth and shivered. He had not felt it on the way there, but once he came out, it was really cold. It was winter, after all.
The bar had circulating heat and plenty of people, so no one noticed it there. But now, even if he was cold, he could not say it out loud.
"If you're heading back, I'll be leaving first."
Gordon turned and spoke. He worked at the Gotham Police Training Base, which was in the nearby Upper West Side, so it was not far.
"You head back. We're going home too." Miao Mu waved him off.
Gordon nodded and headed in the other direction. There happened to be an intersection ahead.
Miao Mu turned to look at Milo, who was yawning behind him. "What about you? Going back to Arkham, or going home?"
"Me?" Milo hurriedly looked around to make sure Miao Mu was talking to him, then scratched his head awkwardly. "I'll just go home. It's in the neighborhood up ahead."
"Fine. Give me the keys. I'm going back to Arkham."
Miao Mu held out his hand. Milo hurriedly searched himself, handed over the police car keys, waved, and ran ahead. He vanished from sight in no time.
Miao Mu swung the keys in his hand, then remembered he still had a little tagalong behind him—Jason.
Miao Mu turned and asked, "Where's your home? I'll take you back."
Jason, who had been following cautiously behind them, copied Milo's earlier gesture and scratched his head awkwardly. "I don't have a home...