"Then bring the new flame back too."
Bruce left the feed to Barbara and reached for his cowl.
The flight path Arthur had brought now overlapped with the aerial imagery. Three Attack Ships detached from beneath the Mothership, the gun ports glowing along their bellies aimed straight at Gotham.
Chen Mo rose from his chair, draped an arm over Bruce's shoulders, and walked with him toward the Equipment Room.
"You make it sound so easy. This is a custody battle, Bruce. What if Venom cries in court and says his ex-husband loved him and left him..."
"You can let a lawyer handle it."
"I like the Wayne family's lawyers. Gotham's undefeated champions. Speaking of which, is the line to sue Wayne Enterprises booked fifty years out yet?"
Bruce pressed the button to open the Equipment Room door. Chen Mo's hand slipped from his shoulder, and he lingered against the doorway a little longer.
The man inside had already unbuttoned his shirt, exposing several scrapes on his back under the lights. Chen Mo's gaze lingered over his shoulders and back. Only when Peter called from behind him did he head toward the plane with a smile.
That physique, that fortune, and he was even willing to handle a spider's divorce case.
Chen Mo's fondness for Mr. Wayne rose easily and fell just as easily.
After all, sometimes the Bat really knew how to leave you cold.
One famous assessment of Batman went-with a friend like you, who needed enemies?
Chen Mo couldn't have agreed more.
Barry dug his Red Suit out of his backpack and ducked into the changing room beside them.
By the time Batman emerged in costume, several people were already seated in the cabin. Barry was tugging at the seam along his waist while Peter helped straighten the