"Stop staring. Your eyes are about to fall out." Dave slapped Jason on the back of the head, breaking the boy's fixed stare.
"You'll never learn Mr. Yang's kung fu."
"Who says I can't?" Like a wolf cub whose tail had been stepped on, Jason whipped around and glared at him, his teeth clenched.
"As long as I can survive, as long as I can get stronger, I can endure anything! Then I can protect my brothers and sisters."
"Forget it. You'd be better off asking Batman to train you than following me." Sitting amid the blood covering the floor, Yang Ming blew out a smoke ring.
"Selene, take these brats down to the basement. Maggie, tally up the medical expenses, then send Wayne Enterprises an invoice for triple the amount. Not a cent less."
"Come on, you little brats. Follow me." Selene rolled her eyes and ushered Jason and the other children inside.
"Enough, rookie. Save the chatter for dawn." Batman's cold, mechanical voice boomed outside the door, his black cape snapping in the night wind.
"There are still three blocks in the East End we haven't cleared. Move out."
"Yes, mentor!" Dave immediately dropped his grin and pulled down his mask.
His dark red Redscale armor activated instantly. Following Batman, Dave plunged back into Gotham City's riot-torn streets, the two of them like blades ripping through the darkness.
Time ticked away.
All of Gotham seemed to have become one enormous meat grinder.
Wham! Dave delivered a vicious low kick, shattering the knee of a rioter holding a Molotov cocktail.
"Aaaah! My leg!"
Dave didn't even glance at the mangled man on the ground. He spun and smashed an elbow into the jaw of another gang member trying to ambush him from behind.
"Mentor, these guys are out of