Inside Arkham Asylum.
Having just finished reviewing some gathered intelligence, Nygma put on two bulletproof vests and a helmet.
It was at least a little psychological comfort, because no one understood better than him what Miao Mu was doing.
They were tying up most of Gotham's century-old wealthy noble families and squeezing them for oil.
They were fat pigs thrown into a blender, so fat they dripped grease.
And this was a carnival, everyone's carnival. They were all sharpening their knives for pigs and sheep, feasting to their hearts' content.
Even "hostile targets" like Gotham City Hall and the courts wanted nothing more than to come lick Miao Mu's feet.
He was offering far too much.
If they retired on the spot, they would have enough money to spend for three lifetimes. Normally, money would not mean much to them.
But this was not money. This was a lot of money!
It was enough wealth to tear down all of Gotham and rebuild it once, with enough left over to tear it down and rebuild it again.
Nygma understood that well enough. After all, Miao Mu was not the greedy type, and this was a good thing too.
After all, a tall tree caught the wind. Now, anyone who went after those Gotham wealthy families became their "teammate."
Their closest confidant, their brother from another mother and father.
A good brother closer than their own parents, all because of money.
Of course, Nygma still had to pick out a share from that enormous fortune and send it to that "Mrs. Kane."
Making an already close relationship even closer.
But unlike Nygma's tension, Miao Mu was sleeping soundly, with no need to worry at all.
Anyway, he only needed to take a tiny fraction.
The Court of Owls people had been