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“It’s tough being a fish billionaire,” Idaho chuckles. “So many bloodworms, so little time…”

It’s not a funny joke, but the little rasboras laugh. They believe this keeps them in his confidence.

Betty sighs. Idaho seems so shallow, but she knows he’s hiding something. She wanders onto the castle balcony. She feels him follow her. She looks up.

There’s a spotlight bouncing off the tank’s surface. In the middle is a silhouette of something–a winged creature, maybe, or a betta, flared…

“The Batman-Fish-Signal!” Betty shivers. “That thing worries me. You’ll protect me, won’t you? Idaho?”

But Idaho’s gone.


“Just gotta make it through Lawrence,” mumbles Willis. “Just gotta make it through this hippie town and we’re safe in the City…”

“We’d make it through faster if you’d find the damn silver,” hisses Hal, stuffing his pillowcase with credit cards and jewelry.

“Nobody has silver anymore,” says Willis, “silver went out with catseye glasses,” but he tries another door. It’s a kid’s room. There’s an aquarium in it.

“Hey, Hal?” he says.

“Dammit keep your voice down!”

“No, Hal,” Willis swallows, “I’m pretty sure there’s a fish holding a gun on me.”

“Grappling gun,” says Batman Fish, “actually,” and launches.