Li Jie had gotten up, but he was in no hurry to contact Clark. He trusted Gordon's character, but he didn't have much faith in his intelligence.
Aliens?
With his limited knowledge, the only famous aliens he knew were Kryptonians, Martians, the Little Blue Men, Darkseid, Brainiac, and Ronaldo.
The first few were all out in the vast cosmos, with no reason whatsoever to pick on a little girl on Earth. So, once he eliminated everything impossible, whatever remained had to be the truth.
So...
The culprit was the Brazilian. They should head to Italy and arrest him!
As he struggled to wriggle into his coat, he smoothly arrived at a conclusion-his own brain wasn't reliable either.
If he rashly called Superman over, Clark's temperament meant he wouldn't mind. But what if the half-paralyzed Master Wayne started wallowing in thoughts like he was washed up, past his prime, nobody cared anymore, and he was being replaced? What if he gave up on himself, became twisted, and headed down a path of crime, turning into a supervillain-or even refusing to donate money? Then they would really be in trouble.
Li Jie glanced out the window. It was almost four in the morning in Gotham, putting it on par with distant Los Angeles. After a moment's thought, he decided not to call Harleen and dialed Wilson instead.
"...What the fuck!! Whoever you are, this had better be important... Jay? Goddammit, you know what time it is, right?"
"Gordon has a case that needs the sharpest detective we have, Sheriff Wilson," Li Jie said gravely. "If you don't think you're up to it, I'll find someone else. Go back to sleep."
"No, no, don't. I'm up to it. I'm the best we've got." The resentment instantly vanished from Wilson's voice. "Tell me, what