"Notify the Birds of Prey. Have Batgirl and the others find Batwoman and work with her. We need to find an efficient way to distribute immunity measures as soon as possible."
Batwoman fired her grappling hook into the sky, flipped into her flying vehicle, and headed toward the airspace above the police station as she spoke to the butler.
"Commissioner Gordon should have found what I asked him to investigate. I can't spare the time for it right now, so forward the intelligence we've gathered to the Justice League."
"Yes, Master Bruce. Be careful." The butler promptly cut off the communication and got to work. He never asked why; whatever the young master said, he simply arranged accordingly.
As for relaying messages for his master, wasn't that part of a butler's duty? In the old days, it would not have been an exaggeration to call a butler a family's diplomatic ambassador.
A few seconds later, Batwoman landed silently behind the man.
Commissioner Gordon was as usual. Whenever it rained, he would stand in a sheltered corner of the rooftop with his trench coat collar turned up, smoking and stamping his feet, constantly looking around even when his glasses were fogged with rainwater.
After all these years, he still didn't know to look overhead.
"I'm here."
"Ah!" Gordon's heart clearly skipped another beat. He spun around sharply, and in the light spilling from the searchlight, rainwater could be seen flying from his shoulders. "Whew. You always show up so suddenly. Good thing I don't have heart disease, or I might not get beaten to death by villains—I'd die of fright from you first."
Though he said that, he handed over a file. This was what Batwoman had asked him to investigate.
The Dark Man merely gave his old friend an emotionless