Chapter 6: I Am the Night

“I was waiting for you at the church, but I noticed you came back much later than I expected.” At the edge of a dim alleyway, Roland was stopped by Batman.

“So it was you who bailed me out. Thanks.” Roland nodded in acknowledgment, then began to explain, “I encountered quite a few incidents along the way; it was unavoidable.”

“Do you know where you are?” Batman suddenly asked.

Roland shook his head.

“This is Gotham City’s East End. Gotham is the most dangerous area in the United States, and the East End is the most perilous part of Gotham. Do you know what that alley ahead is called?” Batman’s voice was low. “Crime Alley.”

Roland traced a cross over his chest, showing respect for his uncle and aunt. “I see. No wonder there were so many gang enforcers and armed men on the way.”

Before they could talk much more, a series of gunshots rang out nearby, followed by a scream.

Batman immediately vanished before Roland’s eyes. Within minutes, the gunfire ceased, but the screams only grew louder.

“So you come here without even carrying a gun. That’s a very dangerous move,” Batman reappeared quickly and continued their conversation.

“…You really are a master of time management,” Roland sighed.

“Get in my car. I want to ask you about some details regarding what happened on the subway yesterday.” Batman led Roland to the Batmobile.

Roland’s eyes lit up, and as he climbed in, he lowered his voice and said in a bubbly tone, “I Am Vengeance! I Am The Night! I Am Batman!”

“…What are you doing?” Batman asked.

“Just cosplaying as Batman… By the way, what were you going to ask me?” Roland looked a bit embarrassed to be speaking so openly in front of the real Batman.

“Tell me what happened on the subway. Start with the sequence of events, and I’ll ask about the details later.”

“Alright. First, not far from our house, we found a severed limb…”

“A limb? An arm or a leg? Left or right?” Batman inquired.

“It was a left hand. I was going to bring it to the police station, but I worried it might scare people along the way, so I put it back where I found it.”

“Good. What happened next?”

“We got on the subway and saw a group of nonconformist kids, so we boarded a car farther away from them…” Roland recounted everything that had happened on the subway in full.

Batman asked a few timely questions, focusing on aspects the police had not covered during their inquiry.

“That’s all I need to know,” Batman said with satisfaction.

“I’ve been talking for half an hour… You really focus on some strange points,” Roland said, rubbing his dry throat. “Do you have any water?”

“Only coffee.”

“Never mind.” Roland looked at the coffee in the car; the color alone was enough to guess how bitter it would be.

“You can get out now. I have work to do,” Batman said.

“Wait, at least give me a ride back?”

“I called a car for you. It’s parked just ahead. It will take you back.”

“Alright…” Roland sighed as his hope of riding in the Batmobile faded.

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