"Can I ask for permission to smack him?" Night Dragon asked Batman.
"No. And you couldn't hurt him anyway." Batman shrugged.
"Tch." Night Dragon curled his lip.
"Looks like your two uncles don't know much either," Batman said. "We'll have to investigate ourselves."
"You do that." Roland yawned. "I'll look around."
"Go ahead." Batman nodded. "It's not like I was counting on you to help."
"What did you bring me here for, then?"
"To get me here," Batman said frankly. "Is there a better way to travel than you?"
"So I'm just a ride to you."
"Don't worry. Barry is too."
Roland gave Batman the middle finger and walked away.
Tsim Sha Tsui Waterfront Park.
Roland had wandered all the way from Causeway Bay to Tsim Sha Tsui. He couldn't help sighing. "These days, getting into Tsim Sha Tsui or going to the moon is no problem. Time really flies—"
"Is that something you should say in public?" A chubby guy dressed like Batman happened to pass by. "Father Roland, right? Hello."
"Hey, you're Xiao Wang, aren't you?" Roland found him vaguely familiar. "Batman told me about you."
"Just call me Bo Xi," Wang Bo Xi said. "Or Chinese Batman. That works too."
"Sure. What do you need?" Roland asked.
"I'm on a mission here. I happened to run into you, so I came over to say hello," Wang Bo Xi explained. "I recognized you from some Gotham news reports."
"I see." Roland nodded and offered Wang Bo Xi a pineapple bun. "Want one?"
"No thanks. I'm trying to lose weight." Wang Bo Xi shook his head. "If I get any heavier, it'll affect my fighting."
"You're a tech guy. You fight too?" Roland looked him over. "I wouldn't have guessed."
"Batman trained me." Wang Bo Xi flexed a shoulder