Jason, riding away in the car, turned to look at Croc-Man standing by the roadside as he grew farther and farther away.
Only then did Jason ask, "Aunt Brucie, did something big happen?"
"I don't know." Brucie glanced at the rearview mirror and changed the subject. Some things did not require children to get involved.
"I found you a tutor. Don't go showing off your half-baked skills in front of him."
Hearing that, Jason immediately became a little unconvinced, tossing his previous worries and doubts to the back of his mind.
Brucie smiled faintly. Still just a child. Yet when she looked outside, there was a trace of concern in her eyes.
With Miao Mu and Batman gone, certain people had begun to grow restless. Just in time...
Brucie could already smell the bloodshed in the air. The people under Miao Mu would definitely not go easy on them.
It depended on how the CIA chose to move, especially if they intended to rely on those surviving remnants of the Court of Owls.
Brucie had a sum of untouched funds on hand, enough to put bounties on their heads at any time.
Now, because of the building explosions, bosses who had gone into debt overnight would personally carry wrenches and smash them into pulp.
But none of that was important.
Brucie accelerated. The person she had arranged to meet had already been waiting for a while, and she would surely get complaints when she arrived.
Still, it was better to settle a feud than deepen one. Ever since she had seen Bane during the previous campaign that destroyed the Court of Owls—
Brucie had kept an eye on him. After all, back on Earth-11, Female Bane had broken her spine.
She had experienced that combat power firsthand, and Bane in