The room was dim, filled with low sobs, with spider webs in the corners so thick they seemed woven from cloth. The haunted-house atmosphere was at full blast.
Su Ming had no interest in whatever was written in Alfred's diary. He wasn't Diana; he could figure out with his toes what important intelligence an old butler could possibly have discovered.
Though he often joked that Butler could beat Superman without breaking a sweat, Alfred's skills were actually all invested in logistics. He was just an ordinary old man. There was no way he could see the truth of the world.
What was more, judging by his age alone, he must have died decades ago. The timeliness of intelligence meant that even if he had known something, it was useless now.
The diary in Jason's hands most likely recorded Alfred's emotional journey after Batman's death. It probably contained plenty of deeply moving and heartbreaking passages. As a kindhearted Mercenary who did a good deed once a month, Su Ming couldn't stand to watch tragedies like that.
So when Jason began to sob silently, he simply left the butler's room and went into the corridor to keep smoking beneath the moon. The moonlight was dim tonight, but the moon was round, like the cap on a milk bottle.
But the longer he looked at it, the more wrong it felt, because it was growing larger and larger in his field of vision!
Realizing something was strange, he took a closer look at the moon and discovered that it was not the moon at all, but another world squeezing in from the void.
"Jason?" Su Ming returned to the doorway and knocked on the door. "Where do you activate Wayne Manor's defense system? Tell me first, then you can keep crying."
Wayne Manor