Bob was delighted that Li Jie and the others had fought their way back from Hell.
But they had come back too quickly for the Chief's liking.
"How many days has it even been?" he grumbled to Li Jie. "Two and a half, tops!"
"Then we definitely round it up to three. Anything less than a full day counts as a day."
Li Jie nodded emphatically. "No need to go easy on him. Including the day of the incident, let's call it five days. Five million... sounds about right?"
"I think so," Bob agreed firmly. "We don't want Mr. Wayne thinking we're too greedy... of course, you'll have to judge where to draw the line."
"So you're asking me for five million? As I recall, our trip to Hell lasted less than thirty-six hours."
Dressed in dark gray loungewear, Bruce Wayne sat behind an expansive desk, looking at Li Jie without expression.
The oak paneling absorbed the gray daylight outside. No fire burned in the fireplace, and the stagnant air was saturated with moisture, yet the rain still refused to fall.
"That's right. Five million," Li Jie said firmly. "From the initial incident to the final review, that... that took far longer than that. And there's also... the psychological harm to a child..."
He had secured plenty of sponsorships before, but this affair wasn't really Bruce Wayne's responsibility. The man had supplied both manpower and personal assistance, yet here Li Jie was, upping the price and coming to his door for money. He genuinely felt embarrassed.
"Oh, if we're talking about that..." Bruce Wayne's mouth twitched slightly despite himself. "Think about how Raven woke up. That nightmare hadn't even let Trigon frighten her awake. I'd say you did the most damage to her psyche."
"Hey, different approaches to parenting.