At the time, Jack had assumed the mysterious man had flown away, but that was not entirely correct.
Su Ming had merely flown out of his sight, slipped into the sewers, changed out of the Talon costume, returned to his normal build, and crawled back out through another tunnel.
He was now having a pleasant conversation with Gordon. With the problem resolved, the Commissioner was clearly in a good mood and was quite friendly toward the group of spandex-clad oddballs around him.
A talking gorilla was somewhat strange, but wild animals appearing in the city were the fire department's concern, not the police's.
"In short, that is the situation. We are willing to join all parties in conducting constructive dialogue and cooperation on the principles of equality and mutual respect, jointly promoting the healthy development of multiversal human rights, and providing Gotham with the necessary assistance and humanitarian relief needed for its development."
Deathstroke rattled off diplomatic platitudes, his large hand clasped tightly around the Commissioner's.
He could have approached Batwoman and Pale Knight directly under this identity, but that might have made the already suspicious Batwoman even more wary. The best channel of communication was therefore through an official—Commissioner Gordon, who represented the Gotham government here.
Among the men Batwoman trusted, Gordon was probably second only to the butler. The various Robins all had their youthful rebellious streaks, but Gordon was different. His faith in justice was utterly steadfast, and that had earned Batwoman's trust and respect.
Now that this Earth's Alfred was dead, the messy-haired Commissioner before him, who looked several years older than his Main World counterpart, had moved up another place in Batwoman's heart.
Win Gordon over and earn his trust, and that meant influencing Barbara and Batwoman's attitudes as well.
"I never thought things would