Of course, Chen Mo hadn't brought Penguin home.
With Penguin on his back, he swung through the rain for two blocks before finally stopping on the roof of an abandoned laundry.
The place had probably done some legitimate business once, but now all that remained was half a sign and a few dryers stripped down until they looked like retired robots.
Penguin lay on his back, his breathing shallow and uneven, still calling very softly for his mother.
Chen Mo set him down beside a wall and placed the umbrella three meters from Penguin's fingers-polite, safe, and deeply distrustful of Gotham's humanity.
"All right, a temporary hospital room." Chen Mo crouched and quickly checked his wounds. "Terrible surroundings, barely any equipment, an underage doctor, but on the bright side, insurance covers everything. If you wake up and want to complain, get in line. I want to complain too."
Several pipes by the wall were still dripping, and a rat scurried across the floor.
Chen Mo glanced at it, thought for a moment, then used webbing to seal the surrounding exits, leaving only one opening for the paramedics to enter.
"See? A VIP secure isolation zone." Chen Mo dusted off his hands. "You may be a penguin, but today you get the deluxe spiderweb suite. Don't thank me. I'm afraid you actually will someday, and it'll damage my good name."
Chen Mo was just about to take out his phone, pretend to be an innocent good citizen who happened upon one of Gotham's archvillains, and ask the police for help when he heard the faint sound of a cape settling behind him.
Chen Mo turned. That was quick.
Batman stood on the other side of the roof, his black cape wet with rain. His white lenses looked at Penguin, then Chen