"There could be problems with the records."
"Mm."
"There could be problems with the memories too."
"Mm."
"And Gotham has a bunch of old bastards in owl masks who are especially good at driving people insane."
Batman closed the rear compartment.
"Mm."
Chen Mo stood up and walked over to him.
"What about blood, then?"
Batman looked toward the broken second-floor window of the Old Building. No one was there anymore; only the wind blew the curtain out.
"I compared it."
"DNA?"
"Mm."
"He really isn't?"
"He really isn't."
Chen Mo nodded.
After a while, he clasped his hands behind his back, his tone suddenly turning solemn.
"Congratulations, Mr. Wayne. Today's secret little brother from a wealthy family DLC has failed verification."
Batman looked at him.
Chen Mo immediately corrected himself.
"Okay, that joke was a little dark. My fault."
Batman opened the car door.
Chen Mo climbed in after him. Once seated, he glanced back at the Old Building by the water.
A whole table of owls lay dead inside.
A man the owls had driven insane was taken away in custody.
Batman had obtained the evidence, along with an answer that would bring no comfort.
The Batmobile started up.
Chen Mo suddenly remembered something more important.
"So I really can't ride the dinosaur?"
Batman looked ahead.
"No."
"You're so stingy."
The car charged into the snow.
Chen Mo still couldn't let go of his dragon rider title.
In a dark, damp alley somewhere in Gotham, a garbage bag moved.
A man who was physically in tatters sat up inside it, checked his left hand, then his right, and then very carefully counted his fingers.
Ten.
The good news was that Deadpool had finally grown back.
The bad news was that he was in Gotham again.
There was