"So, not only did you come face-to-face with a demon, you also fought an evil dark mage? Are you sure... you didn't drink too much last night?"
Nygma held a soldering iron over a red circuit board, speaking without looking up. "Still, last night's incident really caused quite a stir. Did you see today's news?"
"Nope. I could guess how those reports would spin it with my ass. Let them write whatever they want." Leaning against the table, Miao Mu dipped a fried dough stick into the American coffee on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Everyone else was nearly done with lunch, while he was only just making do with breakfast.
"Oh, right. Someone delivered something for you last night."
Nygma set down the soldering iron, picked up the circuit board he had been working on, and pointed toward the door. A wooden crate sat over there.
"Who was it?" Miao Mu tossed the remaining half of the fried dough stick into his mouth, casually crumpled the greasy bag into a ball, threw it into the trash, and walked over.
"Bronze Tiger—the martial arts master you wanted to keep around. He went to the Arkham Police Department at three in the morning and left the things there. He also left a couple of messages. Want to hear them?" Nygma asked, setting down the circuit board.
"No way. He left?" Miao Mu picked up the crate and asked in stunned disbelief. He had not even started winning the man over yet...
"He said he had promised someone something and needed to leave for a while. He asked you to keep these things for him until he finished that matter, then he would come back."
After thinking for a moment, Nygma added, "And don't let anyone into that martial