As Victor Fries walked down the steps, Chen Mo and Peter slowed on either side of him, waiting until his footing was steady before helping him toward the medical transport that had pulled up.
Harvey opened the door for them, unable to suppress a yawn that squeezed tears from the corners of his eyes.
Chen Mo looked at his face, then at the empty seat inside.
"Why don't you get in and have them check you over too?"
"I'm not hurt."
"You're practically turning into a panda from lack of sleep."
Harvey wiped his face, doing nothing to erase the dark circles beneath his eyes. He tried to smile, but his mouth had barely curved before another yawn escaped.
"What's wrong with pandas? They're cute."
An officer approached with some documents. Harvey took them and nodded to the professor inside the vehicle.
"Head back. Your wife's waiting for you."
Chen Mo helped the professor settle into his seat, leaving room for the machine behind him. Peter handed the freeze gun to Batman, then climbed in and sat on the other side to keep the chamber from getting knocked again on turns.
Meticulous consideration was the name of the game. His caring-guy image remained unshakable.
Today, they simply had to settle whether Mister Freeze was more resistant to cold or a caring guy was warmer.
The Batmobile followed the medical transport. Chen Mo glanced back through the window.
Harvey was still standing beside the officer, reading the documents with his head lowered.
The wind lifted the papers. He tucked them under his arm, moved somewhere sheltered, and continued reading.
Poor guy.
Anyone determined to uphold justice in this lousy city of Gotham had it pretty rough.
Still, Harvey's face was perfectly intact, and he was still holding on. Two-Face's origin story