After leaving the visitation area, Chen Mo felt considerably calmer.
You had to look on the bright side.
That guy-he hadn't remembered Mr. Freeze's name-could keep doing his research now, anyway, with Nora beside him, and Pamela had sunlight, plants, and books where she lived.
That was pretty good.
One step at a time.
Chen Mo walked down the corridor toward the exit, nodding to the nurse who had processed his visit as he passed the reception desk.
Stay true, kind, and decent.
He was an upright and righteous Gotham Spider-Man. He needed at least that much patience.
It was just working himself to death, fighting Gotham's crime at night and stopping Gotham's criminals during the day, fighting a little, saving a few people, and hauling another two people back in.
Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, and who knew what other assorted lunatics later on. Catch them when they came, lock them up once caught...
As Chen Mo walked, he started having trouble moving again.
What a fucking unrewarding outcome.
Wasn't this where a normal work of fiction let its protagonist have a satisfying moment? Why couldn't their superhero stories deliver any satisfaction at this point?
Those bastards were already serving life. What were they going to add when they caught them again?
Another life sentence?
Ooh, how scary. Even Joker would cry in terror.
Why wasn't there a death penalty?
Fuck, this felt so helpless.
Chen Mo closed his eyes and stood there, taking three deep breaths. All that work talking himself around had been wasted.
After all that trouble, those who belonged back here were back here, and apart from unfortunate bystanders and Wayne Enterprises' wallet getting hurt, there didn't seem to be any other result.
Good thing Bruce had money.
If this were a Batman without money, he'd