By the time Chen Mo returned to the bar through the underground passage, the officers were already leading people out.
He handed over the confiscated rifle, his eyes following it a little way, then a little farther, before he reluctantly looked away.
He was wearing Venom now anyway. He might as well find an excuse to turn evil.
Just kidding.
Chen Mo sighed and stood there contemplating life.
After receiving Batman's message, Peter came around through the Back Alley too. Batgirl was still tracing the car Joker had escaped in, so the three of them walked over to the car to wait for further news.
"Why were you hitting yourself just now?"
Chen Mo turned his head.
Batman stood in front of him, blocking both the car door and his way forward.
"To clear my head. You saw all that crap today too..."
Chen Mo's voice faded as he spoke.
Those white eyes were still watching him.
"I wanted to kill him too, but that was clearly the wrong path. I had to stop myself somehow."
Chen Mo leaned against the car and looked down at his hands.
In terms of fighting ability alone, aside from Batman, who had prepared hundreds of PowerPoint slides on him, who could stop him from evolving into the Spider-Man Who Laughs?
Thank goodness for Batman...
Peter had been about to pat Chen Mo's shoulder. His hand paused halfway up, but he let it settle there in the end.
"Venom is influencing you," Batman said.
Chen Mo opened his hand. A little black substance emerged at his wrist and pressed against his palm. He held it down with his thumb and only answered after a while.
"A little. When I'm angry, it makes me want to hit people even more."
Venom agreed far too strongly