Watching the excitement wasn't a habit unique to China. In a place like Gotham, where trouble broke out every other day, there were still people who loved a spectacle—or simply weren't afraid of death.
When they saw a monster being blasted into the sky by the Justice League, explosions and flames shining so brilliantly in the morning light, crimson trails stretching straight into the heavens like enormous trees, some nearby pedestrians and residents immediately pulled out their phones to record it.
Yes, the internet and electricity had not yet been restored, and quite a few people had even gotten their phones wet. But some people kept their phones on them at all times, treating them like treasures and protecting them carefully wherever they went.
No matter what, they would record it first. Once everything was restored, they could upload it to Facebook immediately and earn some clicks.
Su Ming did not want them being interviewed either. As soon as he opened a Teleportation Portal, he took everyone away.
Their new location was the Gotham Police Department in the south of the city, on the rooftop where Gordon often met Batwoman. He casually switched off the Bat-Signal, which was still running, and touched its slightly hot casing.
"The Batman Who Laughs isn't with Gotham Nightmare. That guy really is clever."
Su Ming slowly removed his gas mask, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. His tone was so flat that it was impossible to tell whether he was sighing in admiration or disappointment.
"Batwoman and I are both lone wolves most of the time. They don't like working together, and they don't like gathering in groups. They have absolute confidence in their own strength."
Oliver crossed his arms and leaned against the rooftop access structure nearby.
"What terms did you offer