Ririko walked over to the row of shelves. "Don't be stupid. The Gotham police may be incompetent, but not so incompetent that someone could openly peel people's faces off here."
She looked around the room.
From her experience in Arkham, there had to be somewhere more concealed here, where someone could skin people's faces without anyone knowing.
No sooner had she finished speaking than one of the cabinets in the room suddenly moved.
It was part of a row of storage cabinets built into the wall, no different from the others at first glance, but it slowly swung open.
A figure in a white lab coat stepped out.
The man looked up and saw two unfamiliar faces standing in his operating room. He froze for an instant.
"Hi."
Before the man could react, Dick had already thrown a punch straight between his eyebrows.
The man's head snapped back, and his body toppled backward, rigid as a board.
Dick shook out his fist, looked back at Ririko, and winked.
"Done."
Bruce pushed open the heavy oak door to the boardroom, and everyone turned to look at him.
More than a dozen impeccably dressed male and female board members sat on either side of the long table. Thomas sat at its head, and his brow furrowed when he saw Bruce.
"What are you doing here?" Thomas asked his son.
Bruce did not answer his father.
His gaze swept past the curious faces at the long table and settled on Valentin.
Valentin sat midway down the table in a white suit, his hair neat and clean. He looked like a spectator waiting for an entertaining show to begin.
Bruce addressed everyone in a calm voice.
"I've come here to bring something to your attention."
The directors exchanged glances across the table, their