After visiting the injured Arkham police officers at the hospital, Miao Mu walked outside, stood by the roadside, and stamped his feet. The standing water on the ground had already frozen into ice, and his breath came out as white mist.
Miao Mu tugged at his tattered coat, cupped his hands together to light a cigarette, and watched a flock of pigeons fly overhead with an indescribably strange expression on his face.
He had gone to the Gotham Police Department for help last night. Gordon, who was in charge of Major Crimes Unit One and had taken over the night shift, personally led the team to rescue people from the Arkham Police Department and called the ambulances.
Gordon had also used a secret technique while he was at it: summoning Batman!
Although there was no Bat-Signal yet, that lofty Gotham landmark attraction, Gordon and Batman had agreed on a method for helping each other.
Miao Mu had not understood until Gordon took a carrier pigeon from the pigeon coop on his balcony at home.
Their supposedly secret method of communication was carrier pigeons, something from the Middle Ages... but when he thought about it, it was unexpectedly useful. At least they did not have to worry about being wiretapped.
The only problem was that they had to worry about someone shooting the pigeon out of the sky, cooking it, and eating it with liquor.
Still, Batman had already been sent the location and the reason. That guy would basically never miss an appointment... probably...
Miao Mu really was not all that confident in him. After all, that was Bronze Tiger, and he had talked so tough last night...
"Fuck, what am I scared of? Live through it, or die trying!"
Miao Mu roared viciously and headed in the other direction,