"This guy's ability really is handy." Bronze Tiger nodded.
"Heh heh..." Beast Boy chuckled, the light shooting from his mouth flickering.
"Stop laughing and get moving," Raven urged. "I keep sensing some kind of warped magic here. We should finish our business and leave as soon as possible."
"We are underneath Gotham City, after all. A little weirdness is perfectly normal," Roland said, casting Holy Light.
Holy light was an energy with a degree of independent will. It could repel corruption, resist darkness, and dispel fear to some extent, making everyone feel a little better.
"My dad's a priest too. How come he can't do that?" Vixen asked curiously. "Is he not devout enough?"
"...I don't know who your father is, but he's definitely more devout than Roland," Batman said.
"He's slandering me! That's slander!" Roland said, pointing at Batman.
"I agree. Even Phantom Stranger must be more devout than you." Bronze Tiger curled his lip.
"Hey, if I sold out Jesus, I'd definitely get more than that." Roland patted his chest.
"...The Trinity of Sin really got a raw deal. You haven't been dragged off by the mage of the Rock of Eternity and locked up for tens of thousands of years, so why should they be judged?" Batman sighed.
The group wound their way beneath Gotham City. The smell of rats grew steadily stronger, until Raven simply put up a magical barrier to keep the foul air out.
"Strange. This place is practically the Rat Wasteland, so why haven't we seen a single live rat?" Roland's shoes made a rustling sound against the ground.
Rat droppings covered the floor, piled so thickly that it resembled a black-sand beach.
"Maybe this is the rats' public restroom," Batman said.
"Disgusting..." Bronze Tiger frowned. These shoes were a lost cause.
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