"Anyone who gets a hat will go to the Tea Party on Friday."
After saying that, the student shrank back a little.
Dick still held his arm out in front of him, without touching him, only blocking the way down the hall.
Very polite.
Also very annoying.
The student looked at Dick, then at the camera in Chen Mo's hands, his face spelling out, "Why did I have to walk past here today and run my big mouth?"
Chen Mo hugged the camera to his chest.
"Don't be nervous, fellow student. This is a legitimate interview."
The student glanced at the equipment in his hands.
"I heard they only just picked people for the news positions. You only just got that camera, didn't you?"
"Journalism is all about talent," Chen Mo said quite naturally. "I'm already a trainee-in-waiting student reporter. Round that up, and I'm Gotham's last bastion of ethical journalism."
Barbara spoke softly beside him.
"Don't make ethical journalism sound like a criminal organization. I actually love journalism."
"I love journalism too, but you have to admit, ethical media outlets are rare in Gotham." Chen Mo turned his head. "Treasure them. By which I mean, treasure me more."
The student's toes were already pointing toward the back door.
Dick glanced down.
"He wants to leave."
"I noticed." Chen Mo lowered the camera. "But I think he could support campus journalism before he goes."
The student finally had enough and decided to stand his ground.
"I don't know much."
Barbara looked at the pencil-drawn hat on the bulletin board.
"Then just tell us what you do know."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it worked better than Chen Mo's wisecracks. It carried more pressure.
Family tradition at work.
The student hesitated, then held out his hand.
Chen Mo blinked.
"What does