The seats stayed empty until school let out.
That was very bad news. The fact that these people would not even come to school for a free lunch said enough.
Gotham's gangs were finally willing to provide room and board.
Wayne Enterprises and Penguin deserved some thanks for that.
Chen Mo left school with his backpack, once again made up some casual excuse, like needing to shoot something for a news report, to shake off Barbara and Dick, rounded two street corners, and climbed the fire escape of an old building.
He took the camera out of his backpack and secured it at the top of the fire escape.
The lens pointed straight at the intersection below.
The school's side gate, the abandoned newsstand, the laundromat, and two rows of roll-up shutters were all more or less in the frame.
Chen Mo adjusted the focus and set the timer for continuous shooting.
An aspiring student reporter needed more than writing skills. He could not neglect his selfie technique, either.
The camera already held quite a few photos of him, Spider-Man.
On whether Spider-Man counted as a source of fan service, in a sense...
There were shots of him crouching on a traffic light, hanging upside down beside a billboard, flipping off a rooftop and catching a purse snatcher at just the right moment, and one of Spider-Man standing atop a streetlight with a garbage truck slowly passing behind him.
That one scored six for composition.
Spider-Man himself scored ten.
Minus two for the garbage truck.
Minus another two for Gotham's cityscape.
Chen Mo checked the camera's battery and hid his backpack behind a water tank.
Venom spread from his collar, covering his entire body in black as white eye lenses expanded across his face.
Spider-Man made a gesture at the