Then again.
Chen Mo returned to Wayne Tower.
He had already reached the second intersection when he began to feel that something was off the more he thought about it.
Harvey Dent had been standing on the courthouse steps pursuing the Holiday Killer that morning, and by the afternoon, he was using Chen Mo's photos to start looking after students.
Wasn't this district attorney's workload a little too broad?
And then there was Bruce.
Harvey had said he wanted to meet him, and Bruce had actually called him in. Gordon had been informed, he could decline, and it was an informal review of materials. The invitation had included everything it should.
It looked quite respectful of a minor's wishes.
In reality, the district attorney had sat on his left, Gotham's richest man on his right, with a computer and six pages of forms between them.
How was that any different from voluntarily walking into an interrogation room?
Chen Mo stood at the intersection for half a minute, then turned around and retraced his steps.
Put up with it for a moment, and the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. Take a step back, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt cheated.
All right, not really.
He simply felt it was time to switch identities and have a proper chat with Batman.
The lower floors of Wayne Tower were bustling. All sorts of Wayne Enterprises employees passed by, their faces unable to hide their irritation.
The storeroom that had been opened when Chen Mo left was already piled with cardboard boxes. Staff were packing food into them, transit cards sat off to one side, several keys to temporary rooms had been labeled with slips of paper, and the cash envelopes had yet to be