Two dark figures flew through the air, one after the other. In such a dark night, Batwoman had to follow closely in case that figure suddenly disappeared.
Judging by his current behavior, Chelicerae Butterfly seemed more like he was flying aimlessly over the city, with no clear purpose. That was strange for a carnivorous half-demon monster.
Batwoman felt the air disturbing her suit as it rushed past and calculated rapidly.
Several possibilities seemed more likely.
For example, perhaps he had eaten his fill earlier and was merely exercising to digest it; perhaps he intended to return to his old trade, stealing money to buy meat. Yes, there were people in Gotham who dealt in human flesh. Likewise, his unusual behavior might have been caused by someone else controlling him.
There was no way to judge yet, because as far as was known, he had no particular requirements for the source of his meat. Fat or thin, he was not picky at all.
So he had no need to select victims. His hunting was entirely random crime.
But for an escaped convict, all she needed to do was catch him first. No evidence was necessary.
Batwoman's gaze swept quickly over the surrounding skyscrapers, then she rapidly calculated his likely route. Not far ahead of him was a canyon formed by towering buildings. This terrain could be used.
As long as she took a detour and seized the high ground beside Chelicerae Butterfly's route first, she would definitely be able to block him.
That was what Batwoman thought, and what she did. She immediately fired the Bat-Grapple, and the tiny motor in her glove swiftly pulled her toward the rooftop of a nearby building.
One skyscraper after another stood in the darkness. They came in different shapes and heights, but without lights,