"You mother-"
The man at the alley entrance clutched his shoulder, curled up on the ground in pain, but his mouth was still working, offering a common Gotham greeting.
The kindly smile on the old lady's face vanished at once, and her eyes bulged with the wrath of a guardian deity!
"Son of a bitch! Say that again, I dare you!"
The cane rose again.
Chen Mo hurriedly reached out, interrupting this friendly exchange of everyday greetings between Gotham residents.
He pressed the head of the cane down, shooting webbing from his other hand to bind the man's hands and feet together and drag his gun over to his own feet.
"All right, all right, ma'am. He's already down."
"And he still can't keep that filthy mouth shut!"
The old lady spat in the man's direction, then turned back, saw Chen Mo's hand holding down her cane, and frowned again.
"Oh, sweetheart, why is there blood on your hand too? Where are you hurt?"
Once again, Chen Mo was grateful he wore a mask. Otherwise, the expression on his face would have been quite a sight.
"...It's someone else's."
"That's good, then."
Reassured, the old lady even took his hand and turned it over to check, afraid he might be hiding an injury.
Chen Mo looked down at her, then at the man on the ground.
He really hadn't spent enough time in Gotham.
Whenever he thought he understood this city deeply enough, Lady Gotham would smack him across the face with a resounding slap.
Easy there, young man.
You haven't seen even a ten-thousandth of what I've got.
Besides, Lady Gotham, that bitch, only liked Bruce Wayne.
Parenthesis: Lady Gotham was also a sadist. The more she liked someone, the more she liked whipping them, and she didn't care