Gotham was still shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere during the day, but at least its streets were busier. There was finally a hint of life to the place.
Brad wandered out the door to buy supplies. Fear gas couldn't be synthesized out of thin air, and he had already drunk Crane's previous stock like an energy drink. Without ingredients, Crane couldn't turn the formula on paper into anything real.
Brad had started out in a good mood, but after walking two blocks, his expression grew uncomfortable.
"I've only walked two blocks, and at least forty hidden cameras disguised as public fixtures have been tracking my movements."
There was no doubt that Batman from last night was responsible. And the guy was far too suspicious. He'd actually gone to the trouble of putting two hidden cameras on a fire hydrant. Did he have money to burn?
The concealment was highly professional, but Brad could still easily detect their signals and electrical activity. This was the fundamental mutant ability he had once relied on to survive.
Brad found it strange. As far as he was concerned, he hadn't given anything away last night, unless Crane had committed some utterly unforgivable crime that left Batman with absolutely no faith in the possibility of his reform.
But in that case, Crane shouldn't have been released from Blackgate Penitentiary.
Inside the Batcave, Jason had just finished his morning training and was standing in front of Batman's computer. One hand tapped the keyboard, constantly switching between surveillance feeds as he tracked Brad's every move.
"There's definitely something wrong with this guy. I stayed up last night running detailed facial comparisons against government records, but there's nothing on him. He can't just be some undocumented newcomer to Gotham."
Jason should have told Batman about this discovery, but