Batcave.
Light shone down from above, falling across the cold, pitch-black metal components. Batman, clad in his black uniform and cape, stared gloomily at the invitation before him.
And at the half-eaten ear of corn beside it.
There was nothing on the invitation except the word "Invitation."
That guy who moved too fast to see had shown up out of nowhere and spouted a bunch of inexplicable nonsense.
He had put on a convincing act, but Batman had already remembered who he was—from Christmas Demon Night.
That red bolt of lightning, Central City's Flash.
Batman activated the Batcomputer. Alfred, the system steward, had already gathered all the information on The Flash.
"Prepare the plane. I'm going to Central City!"
It would be rude not to return the visit. Batman had already deduced the general area where The Flash operated, as well as his possible hiding places.
He would lie in wait and take The Flash down when he was least prepared, then get some answers.
Though Batman would bet his life that Miao Mu was involved in this somehow, he did not want to go looking for that guy.
It would be awkward. He had even stopped patrolling the Arkham District, always feeling like something might suddenly jump out at him there.
Beep, beep, beep. An alarm suddenly went off.
Batman turned to see a notification on the computer: one of the temporary bases he had set up in a corner of Gotham City had been infiltrated.
This was already the fourth time. It had not been a forced break-in; someone had simply stolen from it, taking only a few pieces of equipment.
"Sir, the plane is ready. You..."
Alfred emerged from the elevator with a phone in hand. The Wayne Family's private jet was preparing for takeoff.
But Batman