A few minutes later, Bliss and Barry returned. Barry had just taken Falcone and his daughter to Arkham, with most of the time spent while Bliss spoke with the Arkham guards, went through the formalities, and confirmed that both lunatics had been securely locked up.
Arkham had its own independent power system and was still relatively safe for the moment.
"GCPD has been destroyed, and there's a massive blackout across the city. But the television signal is still on, which means the station still has power. Gordon, take Barbara and the two reporters to the TV station for the time being. Don't go home."
Bliss emerged from the darkness and gave Gordon his instructions without explaining why she had arranged things this way.
"But, Batwoman, I'd like to do an exclusive interview with you." Vicki was still unsatisfied. Her hunger for news was endless.
Bliss merely glanced at her without responding.
Gordon's previous gun had vanished somewhere. He had apparently picked up a submachine gun from a corpse and slung it around his neck. Paired with his long trench coat and felt hat, he looked less like a cop than a hired thug.
"I understand, but we'll need to take the vehicle." Gordon lifted Barbara's wheelchair and loaded it into the broadcast van.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Bliss nodded, signaling for them to get in quickly.
Su Ming watched the two return empty-handed. He rose to his feet and stepped into the rain as well.
"Where's the cat?"
Bliss and Barry stared at him in confusion. Was Deathstroke a cat lover? There were more important matters at hand—why was he asking about a cat?
"A cat?"
"You and Barry both heard it. There were three people and a cat in the room earlier—a white cat. Where did it