Nor could Jonathan really conceive of one in a library. It sounded like a story other kids would try to tell, of a secret, maybe underground, building where adults did whatever they wanted. Play pool, have their own private arcade, whatever. A few years ago, Jonathan might have fallen for it. But he was older now and couldn't afford to be so gullible. As if to prove that he wasn't, he did come to the door to see what Shawn was so excited about, but made sure not to turn his back to the other boy until he was exactly level with the keyhole. And there it was. Along with what appeared to be natural sunlight pouring into the room.
"It's bright in there," he sniffed, pulilng away from the door and standing up again. "I came from the library," he had to insist, since Shawn still seemed to be convinced that he was in some kind of school, "and it was dark outside when I came in. Cloudy." Gotham might as well have been England, his mother told him once, what with all the rain. "I think something's wrong here."