"This way."
Jason waited at the entrance to the underground base. When he saw Peter come down, he took the documents from Peter's hands and led him inside.
Normally, this would have been Dick's job, or Dick would have brought Jason along to do it.
But the Bat-Family's atmosphere had never been particularly lovely, and the relationship between the two wasn't especially good at the moment.
After a loving little family episode, Jack had come out alone to welcome their guests.
Barry followed beside them, hugging his backpack to his chest. As he passed the lift platform, he looked up at the maintenance arms retracting overhead.
The plane was parked right behind them, and there was still so much space underground. Several machines moved along tracks, while screens on the walls displayed images of the coast and city blocks.
Barry thought of his cluttered table at home, his gaze lingering on a workbench on the other side.
Making clothes here would at least spare him having to find the scissors every single time.
"Batman is this rich?"
Barry looked toward Chen Mo, who smiled and pointed at the conference table.
"Have a seat first. Don't touch things at random. Some of them are expensive."
Barry nodded, set his backpack on an empty chair, and took out his newly acquired Batarang, placing it beside his notebook.
Wow, so much space. Wow, so much equipment. Wow, so many people.
Jason glanced at it, then looked at Chen Mo.
"Must be nice being new. You even get a welcome gift."
"If you want one, I've got another."
"No." His tone carried a distinct complaint about only being offered what other people had left over.
Jason's gaze shifted to Peter. Spider-Man had already sat down and opened the notebook to the autograph page, his