Lady Shiva

"Looks like it." Harvey shrugged. "Good thing, too, or else I'd really worry about you having trouble over here."

"Nonsense, is my resistance really that low?" Roland said, unconvinced. "They're just pink-finned skeletons anyway, couldn't a poor priest see right through that?"

"Don't mention it. Sending a middle-aged woman from their perspective actually made sense. After all, they thought Roland was an honest man, and a middle-aged woman is better at throwing tantrums and making a scene, making her more suitable to keep him in check," Harvey analyzed. "What we didn't expect, though, was that Roland hits almost like a gangster."

"Heh heh—their expressions back then looked like they wanted to go to a nunnery to burn incense, only to find out they arrived at Zhengde Temple." Roland chuckled. "Of course I "warmly" entertained them."

"You didn't cause any fatalities, did you?" Gordon asked.

"No, young Jason knows how to pull his punches," Roland said. "By the way, since we're all here, wasn't Bruce set up with a honey trap?"

"Do you even hear yourself talking? Setting up a honey trap for Bruce?" Harvey rolled his eyes. "If that could ever work, I'd eat my hat."

Gotham Hotel. "Selene, you—" Bruce half-sat up from the bed, looking at Catwoman, who had been tossed around all night in his arms, and feeling a bit of a headache.

"Let's get this straight, I'm not working for them," Selene yawned. "It's just that the mood was right."

"Want to have breakfast together?" Bruce asked.

"Forget it, I certainly don't want to become the female lead of Gotham City's entertainment section." Selene put on The Suit. "See you next time."

Bruce looked at the graceful figure vaulting out the window, feeling a lingering sense of loss.

Then he turned on his phone and saw