Chapter 22

Zane looked at Dick Grayson’s easy smile, his left hand unconsciously brushing against the golden apple inside his pocket.

Its cool surface reminded him that his immediate priority was still finding a magic user who might be able to help him.

Gotham’s neon lights bled into the puddles in fractured patches of color. Every corner of the city seemed to carry the restless energy of a place where far too much filth had been allowed to accumulate.