Barbara had no intention of hiding the whole matter. Though she did not know where Batwoman had hidden her father, she believed that person would certainly arrange the best treatment and protection for him.
So she explained everything to her brother while quickly eating. She sincerely hoped her younger brother would recover, and treasured every moment they could meet.
In the past, little James would never see his father or sister. He would only lock himself in the supermarket warehouse and work. Just watching him move boxes in the darkness gave people chills.
At least now, he looked much better, didn't he?
"I see." The young man stroked the beard he shared with his father and thoughtfully agreed. "All right, I understand. Now for something else. Not long ago, Lobo came to see me. He said Joker invited me to a meeting in the deepest part of the sewers. I came to let you know that someone is planning to make a move in Gotham."
"It can't be Joker. He's dead."
Barbara immediately shook her head. She had seen that corpse too, frozen stiff in the Batcave alongside the Talon assassins.
But little James held a different opinion. He took out a napkin to wipe his sister's mouth, then gently wrapped an arm around her waist.
"No, I think the one extending the invitation was the real thing. This person displayed an inexplicable familiarity with Gotham's mysterious locations, one of Joker's most distinctive traits. Being able to command Lobo and give away dolphin magazines shows he knows how to make use of others. Knowing of my existence and position yet still sending an invitation shows he intends to play a game. All of this fits Joker's profile. Perhaps you killed a man with greasepaint all over his face, but that