A New Century's Warrior for Political Correctness (I)

Before long, Batman returned to his loyal Gotham City.

Joker also returned to his loyal Arkham Asylum.

Roland returned to his not-so-loyal Roland Cathedral.

"Good, at least they didn't tear the church down," Roland said, surveying the somewhat disordered main hall.

"You're finally back." Jason looked utterly beleaguered. "We got into a fight."

"With who?" Roland froze. "What gang had the nerve to mess with us?"

"A.R.G.U.S.," Jason said darkly.

"That middle-aged Black lady?" Roland hadn't expected her to stir up trouble on his turf. "What did she do?"

"She brought a special-ops team and took Killer Croc," Jason explained. "A lot of our people used to be under his protection, so they fought the team."

"...Nobody died, right?" Roland's heart tightened.

"No. Things just got a little physical when we tried to stop them. A few people suffered minor injuries. They were government agents, and with you gone, we didn't dare start shooting," Jason said. "We didn't take much of a beating. But right after they left, they hired a bunch of punks to trash our church. Once we dealt with them, we called a garbage truck to haul them away."

"Gotham still has punks with that much guts?" Roland sounded puzzled. "They were probably suckered into coming from the next city over. They got conned pretty badly—they thought we were just an ordinary church," Jason said. "The government people did pay well, though. A hundred bucks a head."

"We chased them off, but they left the money behind, right?"

"Of course. Several thousand dollars. It's all on the books."

"Good." Roland nodded.

"Also, some of our people are planning to rescue Killer Croc."

"...How?"

"They wanted to find Black Mask and take the Persona Society to get him back," Jason said. "I stopped them and told them to