Ririko stared at Jerome and continued:
"I know Wayne Pharmaceuticals has been working with Arkham behind Thomas's back to develop a drug. It can bring people back from the dead and turn them into monsters."
Bruce and Jerome both fell into thought.
Jerome knew about William Earn's ambitions. From the day he agreed to work with Mr. E, he had known that what this man wanted was anything but simple.
But he hadn't known those drugs could actually bring people back from the dead and turn them into monsters...
If that was true, how many "monsters" would Earn have doing his bidding?
That bastard would definitely come after him first.
Bruce stood beside Ririko. He hadn't expected Earn to want more than Wayne Enterprises-he wanted to control Gotham this way, too.
If those drugs were successfully developed, Gotham wouldn't be the only city caught in the fallout-
Metropolis, Blüdhaven, Central City... even cities farther away would be affected.
A cold voice came from behind Jerome.
"Don't listen to her. Everything she's saying is a lie."
William Earn stepped out of the glow of the headlights, his leather shoes making dry crunching sounds against the gravel.
He walked up beside Jerome, his gaze settling on Ririko's face.
A flash of admiration crossed his eyes before he quickly looked away.
He turned to Jerome. "The drugs I'm developing only unlock the human body's potential. They don't create monsters."
Then he turned to Bruce, sweeping his gaze over his maid outfit, and said contemptuously, "Your father stopped running things a long time ago, and you're just a spoiled child. This company should have had someone more suitable in charge long ago."
Jerome's gaze shifted back and forth between Earn and Ririko.
"You're so noisy," Jerome suddenly snapped. "You both say the other one