Ginkgo Garden Cemetery lay in Gotham's northern outskirts, covering more than three hundred acres. Victorian headstones jutted crookedly from slopes of withered yellow grass; some leaned so badly that only the tree trunks propping them up kept them from falling. Wind and rain had worn the names carved into the stone down to shallow grooves, legible only when the light struck them at an angle.
Batman crouched behind a nineteenth-century headstone, his lenses switched to thermal imaging. There was no one in the cemetery-not even any animals. Rats, opossums, stray cats, the creatures found in every corner of Gotham, had vanished completely here.
"It's way too quiet." Dick lay beside him, sweeping his flashlight around the cemetery. "Don't you think?"
Batman didn't answer. His gaze settled on a mausoleum in the center of the cemetery. It was the family tomb of one of Gotham's early shipping magnates, with several broken stone pillars standing on its granite portico. Records showed that the mausoleum had never been opened again after being robbed thirty years ago, but he had found a redacted geological survey in City Hall's archives mentioning an "anomalous cavity structure" beneath it.
"The entrance is inside the mausoleum." He stood, his black cape hanging from his shoulders and stirring gently in the night breeze. "Wait outside."
"I have to wait outside again?" Dick shouted indignantly. "I found this lead."
Batman stopped and glanced back at him. Dick stood with his hands on his hips, his chin raised slightly.
"They left it for you deliberately," Batman said.
"I know."
"You know?"
"Barbara checked." Dick shrugged. "That lead about the labyrinth showed up at exactly the right moment, just when my investigation into the Galloway Foundation hit a wall. Barbara said it was either a trap or a test."
Batman watched him