After breakfast, Alfred found Chen Mo a jacket to wear for the time being.
As the cuff of the black base layer he had been using as pajamas rode up, it exposed a little of the watch on his left wrist.
Bruce was looking at his tablet, his finger resting on the delivery list.
Even expensive watches had their own hierarchy. That watch's case, connectors, and miniature mechanisms looked nothing like anything Gotham's regular luxury brands would produce.
Another world, another home, another adult with far too much money.
As for whether Chen Mo would compare Wayne to the rich man from another world, Bruce did not ask.
Asking would mean losing.
For now, Bruce Wayne was not fighting a battle that would give the spider a month's worth of material to laugh at.
He scrolled a little farther down the list.
Daily necessities.
Changes of clothes.
Shoes.
Spare charger.
Sizes based on last night's scan records.
Note: birthday.
Public explanation: Wayne Enterprises outstanding student reporter award.
By the time Chen Mo got into the car, he still had no idea that a small-scale moving service had already arrived for him outside Gordon's House.
The car stopped one street before the school.
Bruce put his tablet away.
"Harvey has a press conference at nine. He'll give a detailed summary of the previous reports on the Holiday Killer case."
"I know. Knowing is one thing." Chen Mo picked up his backpack. "After all, I'm now a student reporter in training. My responsibilities include attending class, watching the news, getting vetted, and trying to survive until lunch in Gotham. It's a very full schedule."
Bruce glanced at him.
"Don't wander off."
"I suggest engraving that outside Wayne Enterprises." Chen Mo got out. "Clocking in every morning: welcome to Gotham. For the sake