Before leaving the East End, Chen Mo glanced back at the newsstand.
Deadpool was still stuck to the wall.
Webbing sealed his mouth, Venom pinned down his sword hilts, and his legs were wrapped in webs with considerable artistic flair.
Beside him on the wall were the Refund Instructions Chen Mo had casually torn off the ticket machine, with two chibi figures drawn on the back.
Chibi Spider-Man stood triumphantly on top of a chibi Deadpool who had been beaten flat on the ground.
Maximum taunt value.
Deadpool was still making muffled noises.
Chen Mo waved at him.
"Stay put. When I get back, I'll apply for Interdimensional Unemployment Benefits for you. If it doesn't go through, forget it. Hardly any Gotham locals manage to get approved either."
Deadpool struggled harder.
Chen Mo shot out a web, turned, and swung toward Wayne Manor.
The lights were still on in the Batcave.
The Mechanical Tyrannosaurus lay beside the repair bench, its back casing removed and several thick cables hanging from a support frame. Two new fasteners had been added beside its left leg's hydraulic housing. The toolbox stood open, with wrenches lined up by size.
Alfred clipped the last repair sheet into place and looked at the man in front of the console.
"Master Bruce."
Bruce stood beside the Gotham Model.
Several new markers had appeared on the model. The train station's freight building, an old East End apartment building, a hospital room, the dock patrol route. Dick Grayson's name had been pulled out separately, with old touring records from Harry Osborn's Circus and hospital updates set beside it.
A coffee cup sat beside the console.
It had gone completely cold.
Bruce scrubbed back through a section of train station surveillance footage. In the image, Dick lay in front of