After dealing with the exuberant psychology PhD, Li Jie turned and hurried toward the supply room. He saw Wilson carrying a folding bed toward the holding cell, with Raven following behind, eating from a huge tub of ice cream as she walked.
"Kids shouldn't eat too much of that." Li Jie reached out and took the folding bed, motioning for Wilson to go back for the other supplies. "I haven't asked you yet. Don't you have school and homework?"
"Heh."
The corner of Raven's mouth twitched as she gave a flat chuckle. "My father never got into college."
"All right. Stay here for a couple of days. Once tonight is over, I'll find you somewhere better."
He set up the folding bed in the corner of the holding cell and watched Wilson lay out the brand-new sheets and bedding.
"All right, keep her company for a while." Li Jie patted his partner's shoulder. "I'll go see if the smart people have any ideas."
He glanced at Raven. Only after she gave him a slight nod of acceptance did he turn and head toward the lobby.
"Something's off. How is this kid more serious than my old homeroom teacher?"
He pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the famous fall guy.
"Hey, Jim... it's me... listen, Gotham's in trouble!"
The brilliant lights atop Wayne Tower could not illuminate the city's scars. But beneath the city, in the vast, cold space built around a natural cavern, an electronic pulse made of countless screens and streams of data beat silently.
Bruce Wayne had shed his daytime playboy facade. In the cold glow of the screens, his taut jawline looked carved from marble. His black Kevlar armor still bore dust and fine scratches from street fights. Yet a pressure heavier than