Ririko decided to deal with Harvey Dent's situation first, then find out exactly what Pamela was plotting with that land.
She turned toward the door, her voice drifting back over her shoulder. "Thanks. I'll come find you when I'm done."
Pamela stood in the laboratory as a plant beside her quietly sprouted a little pink flower-
As though mocking her for finally meeting someone immune to her neurotoxins, leaving her powerless.
Old Elliott's funeral took place beneath the overcast weekend sky.
The lawns of Gotham First Cemetery had been neatly trimmed.
Every face in attendance carried weight-
The leading figures in politics, business, and the judiciary stood around the funeral in small clusters, dressed in black and occasionally exchanging a few quiet words.
Tommy wore a brand-new black suit with the Elliott family crest pinned to his chest:
A silver-gray heron encircled by the family motto in Latin: "Vigilance and Memory."
He stood beside the coffin, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, displaying just the right amount of restrained grief for a son who had lost his father.
His gaze passed through the crowd and settled on the Wayne Couple.
Thomas and Martha stood in the front row. Thomas wore a dark overcoat, and Martha held his arm. Both looked solemn, as though they had come to bid farewell to an old friend they had known for years.
Tommy watched them.
As a child, he had often played with Bruce. Their families were old friends, and the adults always put their childhood pictures in the same frame, saying they would surely grow up to be Gotham's closest friends.
But over time, things had changed.
His parents were always praising Bruce in front of him-
Bruce's latest exam results, Bruce's performance in the school speech contest, Bruce's polished conversation at charity