In the Dark Web room, several chairs formed a semicircle around a table spread with a fruit platter Alfred had prepared and ham sandwiches.
Ririko curled up on the sofa, spearing a piece of cantaloupe with her fork as she watched the screen in front of her.
A blurry video shot on a phone was playing on a loop-
A black motorcycle raced through a smoke-filled street, and a figure in a black bodysuit and cape leaped from it to catch someone falling...
The two rolled twice across the pavement, then the riderless motorcycle turned around on its own, picked them up, and sped away.
The video was titled: "Mysterious vigilante spotted in Gotham? A heart-stopping moment at the scene of Jerome's attack."
The comments were refreshing at a rate of dozens per minute-
Some said it was a military test of new equipment; others said it was another lunatic who had escaped from Arkham. More were discussing the figure's moves:
"Who's this guy in the edgy costume?"
"He wasn't scared of Jerome at all."
"That motorcycle was so freaking cool..."
Barbara and Dick stood there, unable to contain the excitement in their voices. "Bruce, make us some gear too."
Bruce had just come out of the shower, wearing a loose dark gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. His hair was still wet, and droplets ran from its tips onto his collar.
He leaned against the table, casually rubbing the back of his neck with a towel, and smiled at Dick's words.
"You'll need code names first. Otherwise, you could give away your identities during an operation."
Dick gave it some serious thought. "With that all-black look, is your code name Crow?"
Barbara said dismissively, "That bodysuit makes him look more like a squid..."
The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched. "Doesn't