Gordon looked at the newspaper, his voice growing quieter.
"I don't like children risking their lives in Gotham at night."
Gordon said, "Even if he saved a lot of people. Even if he did very well. Even if he might be braver than most adults."
He sighed.
"But children shouldn't be standing in front of guns."
Chen Mo said softly, "Maybe he just felt that if he could do something, he couldn't do nothing."
Gordon looked at him.
Chen Mo immediately raised his head, putting on an innocent expression.
"I mean, based on my analysis of the newspaper."
Barbara narrowed her eyes.
"When did you start reading the newspaper seriously?"
"When I discovered you could use it to prop up tables. Eighty percent of the desks at our school are probably broken. As a fellow good student who takes learning seriously, you know how uncomfortable it is to write on those lousy desks."
Gordon set the newspaper aside.
"If you hear any dangerous rumors about them at school, stay away."
He looked at Barbara, then at Chen Mo.
"You're both students. What students should do is go to class, eat, take exams, and occasionally complain about having too much homework."
Chen Mo said earnestly, "I'm good at that."
Barbara said, "Complaining about homework?"
"Eating."
Gordon nodded. "Perfect, then. There's plenty of food tonight."
Chen Mo looked toward the kitchen.
His expression suddenly turned solemn.
"Leave it to me."
Gordon said, "What?"
Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
"I have faith in my cooking."
As he spoke, Chen Mo found an apron and put it on, then began preparing his first proper meal since coming to this world.
Gordon looked at Barbara.
Barbara explained, "He says he can cook."
Gordon asked, "Can you really?"
Chen Mo