The theater's interior was a little dirty, but it was not dilapidated. At least compared to that "theater" in the Speed Force Plane, it was in pretty good shape.
A poster hung on the corridor walls every so often. There were solo portraits of principal dancers, introductions to classic pieces, and walking through it all really did feel a little like a hall of fame for historical figures.
But that was all it was—a feeling. Anyone with half a brain knew that the best dancers had long since left Blüdhaven to chase their dreams in safe, prosperous cities like Metropolis or New York.
The building probably had yet to find a suitable new owner, so Earth's other native residents had taken it over in the meantime. Along the way, Su Ming had lost count of how many little creatures he had seen—mice, cockroaches, spiders, moths, and the like. This place had practically become a paradise for tiny lives.
The only thing missing was bats. That was pretty nice.
He already knew Batwoman had gone mad, and he had also noticed that someone had tampered with the footage from Gotham.
But there was no rush. Green Arrow and Superman were still in Gotham. Brains and brawn together would not run into trouble so easily.
Besides, Oliver already had so little presence as it was. He ought to be given a chance to shine. He was acting alongside his ex-wife, after all. If Su Ming went over and took command right away, Oliver would lose too much face in front of a woman.
A considerate person like Su Ming could not do that. Besides, he wanted to see just how far Batwoman's condition had progressed.
Logically speaking, the medicine from Pale Knight and Dr. Quinzel should have cured him already. Why had