He was back.
Today had truly been a busy day. After God's punishment upon Earth and those global disasters, even with Elaine's efforts to undo the damage afterward, they had still caused an extremely severe humanitarian crisis.
And whatever God had forgotten or ignored could only be handled by humanity itself.
Damian had been busy outside for an entire night and day. Even the tires on his little Robin motorcycle felt like they had been worn down a layer.
Had he actually done anything earth-shaking? Not really. Delivering a bag of flour to one household, some purified water to another, helping an elderly person cross a street full of rubble to find a doctor—things like that had consumed a tremendous amount of his energy.
Every household needed help. He happened to have the money and resources to help them, so why shouldn't he?
That was what he had thought beforehand.
But once he was actually involved in cleaning up after a major event, he realized how troublesome it was. Even if each household had only one small problem, when the small matters of thousands or tens of thousands of households piled up and all needed his help, things became serious.
It was rare for him to return to Gotham from New York. This place had not been affected too badly by the Revelation-like apocalypse. Gang members could save and protect themselves, but aside from them, there were still countless people Damian needed to help.
He could no longer remember how many little things he had done last night. The boy had gone numb. It was only when he checked the time again that he realized it was already noon on the second day. Gotham's perpetually overcast weather always made it easy to lose track of time.
For a moment, he