A Father-Son Showdown

"That explains it. You rounded up every drug factory in Gotham City last time, so I was wondering why the addicts hadn't run out of supply," Roland said, finally understanding.

"They're using drugs from the Golden Triangle now. Cheaper, purer, and they're better off than before." Batman shook his head.

"Don't tell me it's the Twin Lions Treading the Earth brand?"

"It is. You know about that?" Batman sounded surprised.

"I've heard of it," Roland said.

"It's well known." Batman nodded. "So you understand how much trouble it'll cause if it comes in, right?"

"Yeah. How are you planning to act?" Roland asked.

"I heard General Su of the Golden Triangle is sending people to Gotham City to negotiate drug-dealing rights with the Ghost Dragon Gang," Batman said. "This is our chance. Now that those traffickers are in Gotham, they're not leaving. Once I find their location, I'll move in with the police and round them all up."

"How will you find them?" Roland asked.

"I sent Batwoman to investigate the Ghost Dragon Gang. She should have results today."

Not long after Batman said that, Batwoman rode back on her motorcycle with one hand. Her other arm hung limp at her side.

"What happened?" Batman asked.

"I was spotted. The Ghost Dragon Gang's leader is blind, but his other senses are incredibly sharp." Batwoman sat down in a chair,

and let Batman brace her arm. "We traded a few blows, and he broke my arm."

"Bear with it." Batman gripped her arm and snapped the broken bone back into place.

"Hiss—" Batwoman drew a sharp breath. "Couldn't you be a little gentler?"

"Sorry." Batman took out a can of spray and applied it to her arm.

"I found where King Snake is hiding. When are you moving in?" Batwoman asked.