Su Ming had of course considered Brother Eye, but that thing was not particularly reliable. It had even launched a machine uprising in the comics, and on this unfamiliar Timeline, no one could say what its exact condition was.
So the Sorcerer Supreme had not originally planned to come here.
But since Jason had brought it up, it was obvious that he wanted to do something to help everyone. After careful consideration, Su Ming accepted the suggestion.
The Man Who Stopped Laughing was currently mentally unstable and physically weak. He was only helping everyone through sheer force of will. If that drive faded, he might relapse, and wouldn't that render Harley's treatment useless?
So they still needed to make him feel useful, let him relive what it felt like to be part of the Bat-Family. That might help with his psychological treatment.
Although the Blade of the Great Caste was gone, leaving Jason with about as much fighting ability as Bobo, he was merely old and crazy, not stupid. As a strategist, a member of the Bat-Family would not be a problem.
Wayne Manor had once been famous throughout Gotham for its grandeur and extravagance. Now, however, it looked like a Haunted House. The iron-bar gate was covered in withered yellow vines, while the courtyard was littered with mountains of dead leaves and every kind of trash.
Spider webs hung densely beneath the porch, nearly sealing off the front door. The house's former owner had never returned, but bats hung in groups beneath the broken eaves, staring at them with glowing green eyes.
Perhaps he was nervous about returning home, but Jason stopped outside the door. His gaunt hand rose and fell, clenched and opened, yet he never reached for the Door Handle.
"Do you have a key, or are