Behind his mask, Chen Mo immediately began doing something extremely difficult, extremely helpless, and extremely fitting for a Gotham superhero.
Signaling Batman with his eyes.
Help.
Save me.
Please save me.
All right, I knew what you wanted to complain about.
How could refusing to solve a problem you had cooked up yourself possibly fit a superhero's character?
But! It really did fit a superhero's behavioral patterns!
Superman did it all the time!
Batman glanced at him.
Chen Mo felt that glance was filled with composure, disdain, and a silent reproach of, "You had better reflect on why you always manage to make things turn out like this."
Exactly how the two of them began communicating through two layers of masks was something very difficult to understand.
To be precise, they were not actually communicating with their eyes at all. Batman simply saw Spider-Man looking at him and, employing his Bat-wisdom, immediately guessed what he meant.
And the aforementioned composure and disdain were entirely Spider-Man's imagination. If Batman knew that was what he was thinking, he would refuse to take the blame.
"Because you kept shouting his name the whole way."
Barbara froze.
Batman continued, "From the backyard to here, you shouted 'Chen Mo' at least three times."
Standing nearby, Gordon added at just the right moment, "You really were shouting it the whole time."
Barbara opened her mouth.
She thought back. It seemed... she really had.
But that wasn't the point! That excuse was way too half-assed!
Chen Mo was touched once again.
Batman, you're my own flesh-and-blood coworker from another mother and father!
But before Barbara could continue keeping her expression calm and pretending she did not know the true identities of the two superheroes before her, police sirens sounded outside.
Blue and red lights shone through the