Before Trigate Bridge in Gotham.
Jason held a spool, tugging at a kite flying into the sky. A tiny flashing light bulb hung from it as it soared through the pitch-black night.
From here, a faint trace of the moon could still be seen. The broad Trigate Bridge was an old bridge built in the nineteenth century, its architectural style leaning toward that of European bridges.
However, through years of maintenance and reinforcement, modern Steel Bridge design elements had also been added.
Nygma wore a dark green suit and leaned against the bridge railing, holding a black bowler hat in one hand. Beside him rested a golden Question-Mark Cane.
"Mr. Nygma, the car's here!"
Jason, who had been flying the kite, watched the silver-white sports car accelerate toward them like a bolt of lightning. Almost as soon as his words fell—
The sports car sped onto Trigate Bridge, leaving only the fierce howl of the wind behind it as its red taillights rapidly vanished into the distance.
Nygma did not look at the silver Porsche. He merely put the bowler hat on his head and unhurriedly took a remote control from his pocket.
"Let's go back. Tonight was a wasted trip."
Nygma pressed the detonator button on the remote, then casually tossed it into the Gotham River beneath Trigate Bridge as though nothing had happened.
Jason quickly reeled the kite down from the sky. As if sensing something, he turned to look across Trigate Bridge.
Burning flames blazed on the road opposite them like lit candles. The vague outline of a car frame could be seen within them, but Jason paid it no mind.
He packed up the kite, rolled it into a bundle, and stuffed it into the backpack on his back. Then, in just a few hopping steps,