Inside a gym across from the Arkham Police Department.
Miao Mu and Otis, who had only just managed to return from the seaside, sat on a bench by the entrance. A television beside them was replaying a basketball game.
Miao Mu was bare-chested except for a bulletproof vest, with thick bandages wrapped around his arm. Holding a beer, he had one foot on the bench and the other on the ground as he watched the game on TV.
Otis sat beside him and yawned. Bastian lay below them, gnawing on a piece of cake, while Miao Mu reached over, picked up a cream cake from the table, and tossed it into his mouth.
Cream cake with beer had its own unique flavor. After being busy for so long and unable to sleep, he might as well pass the time.
The hum of an engine rose from the road nearby. It was not particularly loud, but its surging power could still be heard as it gradually faded into the distance.
"Who the hell is out street racing because they can't sleep? Got nothing better to do?" Miao Mu snorted irritably as he chewed his cream cake.
"Boss, I'm not staying with you. I need to go sleep."
Otis truly could not hold on any longer. He stood, waved a hand, and headed into the gym, where several hammocks had been hung.
To prepare for any contingency and gather manpower, they had simply moved their meals and lodging here. Otis grabbed a pillow, tossed it onto a hammock, and lay down without even taking off his shoes.
He had been exhausted lately. Under Nygma's command, they had practically turned all of downtown Gotham upside down.
Miao Mu did not disturb him. He muted the television, leaned against the bench, and watched the