"Genius," Roland remarked. "Where were you planning to make the exchange?"
"So we need to put this stuff on ice, then wait for Mrs. Ming to twist Freddy's ear until he has to give in." The man in the fox mask obediently laid out his plan.
"What next?" Jason asked. "By our usual rules, this should belong to us—but do you need it?"
"What do you think?" Roland rolled his eyes.
"I think we could give Lola a few older brothers and sisters," Jason said after some thought.
"Piss off."
Jason was forced to return the vial of eggs to Mrs. Ming, thoughtfully adding, "These are your children. Back where they belong now."
"What a lovely young man." Mrs. Ming had no idea what expression to make. Getting something so important back was wonderful, of course, but saying it outright like that—did he have no emotional intelligence at all? "How should I thank you?"
"This is our church's account. You can transfer the money directly." Jason produced a slip of paper.
Why would he carry something like that around? Mrs. Ming was utterly speechless.
"All right, where are we going now?" Jason looked just as speechless.
"The Police Department. I need to talk to them," Nightwing said. "I heard they brought in a new commissioner from outside. Hopefully nothing goes wrong."
Blüdhaven Police Department.
The commissioner's office.
"You wanted to see me, Commissioner Redhorn?"
"This is urgent, Detective Daly." Commissioner Redhorn was breathing heavily and looked furious.
"I figured as much when you called me in. What happened?"
"Have you heard about the shootout at Freddy Ming's place?" Commissioner Redhorn asked.
"A few rumors."
"Superheroes showed up there. Some costumed vigilantes!" Commissioner Redhorn said irritably.
"You mean Nightwing?" Detective Daly asked after a moment's thought. In a place like Blüdhaven,