"What the hell is going on?! Why is this happening???" A roar of anger echoed in the office. Batman stood in the middle of the room, almost losing his mind.
Fox stood behind him, and beside Fox was a woman in a white coat. She held a stack of inspection reports in her hand.
"Calm down, Bruce. Things haven't gotten worse yet, but you need some time."
Her voice was calm, as if everyone could gain power from her words. When Batman looked back at her, he only saw the calmness in those dark brown eyes.
He seemed to suddenly feel deflated, and covered one eye with the base of his palm and said, "Sorry, ma'am. I just feel sad."
The woman walked up and patted Batman on the shoulder, but Batman didn't dodge. The woman put the information in her hand aside and said, "Mr. Todd's situation is a bit special. He seems to have closed his heart.
.If he is unwilling to untie, then all psychotherapy will make no sense to him.”
"He only reacted so strongly to you, perhaps because you were the person he knew most. He wanted to communicate with you, but the shadow of the old days has been tying him, and you can't give up so early."
"I didn't think about giving up," Batman said in a deep breath, "It's all my fault. If I didn't that day... I just wanted to say sorry to him."
"There will be a chance." The woman nodded and said, "I will go find my old friend and have a consultation for Mr. Todd. You don't stimulate him again during this period, okay?"
"I will, Dr. Tompkins."
The woman, known as Doctor Tompkins, walked out of the office and returned to the ward, while the black-haired young man sat there blankly, without any response to her arrival.
Doctor Tompkins walked up to Jason and squatted down, looked at him from bottom to top and said, "I know you can hear me. If you want, you can tell me what happened back then. I promise
I won't tell anyone. But if you don't want to, I promise no one can force you, including Batman."
After saying that, she gently patted Jason on the knee with her hand and stood up. While taking out her cell phone to call her old classmate, she walked out of the hospital, came to the parking lot and got in the car, and drove all the way to the lower city.
The car turned several turns and finally stopped at the entrance of a semi-abused community center. The sign of the community center has been taken off, replaced by a handwritten wooden sign "Topkins Affordable Clinic".
When Dr. Tompkins walked into the clinic, the spacious community center hall was already full of people. Tompkins hurried in and a tall white man wearing goggles greeted him. He still had a shoulder
Standing an owl with bright eyes.
"Oh my God, Piyette, you're finally here." Dr. Tompkins no longer had the calmness of planning in the Wayne Hospital office. She was frowning and looked anxious and exploded.
"Yes, I'm here." The man called Piet, with a strong Nordic accent, said, "I rushed from Oregon as soon as you called me. But I didn't
Thinking about the situation is so bad. In the half hour you went to Wayne Hospital, I treated 16 patients."
"How many have you saved?"
"Only nine." Pieter shook his head vigorously and said, "The remaining few died as soon as they came in, and I had no choice."
Dr. Tompkins patted his shoulder and said, "You can actually save nine more. You are really worthy of the title of "Midnight Doctor."
As soon as Dr. Tompkins walked into the corridor, he heard a harsh wailing sound from a ward. As soon as she walked in, she saw two and a half-year-old children crying on her mother's body.
The black woman's abdomen was covered in blood, and the stretcher was hurriedly put down. Dr. Tompkins and Piet rushed over.
More than ten minutes later, the two of them came out in sweat. Pieter's hands were shaking. He looked at Dr. Tompkins and said, "This place is completely out of control, it's simply hell. What the hell is Batman doing?
”
Doctor Tompkins took a towel and wiped his forehead, wiped off the sweat that was about to drip along his eyelashes on his eyes, and said, "Don't count on him. He is now incompetent, so we have to think of a solution for ourselves.
.”
Piet's lips were a little blue, he said: "In three hours, six explosions, three knife-killing incidents, and two serial murders that broke out at the same time. God, can anyone care about it
Do you care about this?"
Dr. Tompkins's face calmed down, and she said, "The upper class is crazy. You go eat something now, go for a walk in the upper town at night and give them some gifts."
Pieter's face improved a little, and he said, "I'd better do this earlier than that. I'm not just a doctor."
"How long can you hold them?"
"I can't kill them directly. At most, I can put some medicine in the water and let them get tired of their stomachs for a few days. If there is an independent source of water, it will be useless."
"That's fine. We need more helpers, and I'll think of a solution again."
Dr. Tompkins soon devoted to more rescue work. Just as she was so tired that her hands were shaking, she received another call from Batman.
“When will the consultation be started, ma’am?”
Doctor Tompkins glanced at the man who was lying in front of him, holding his broken legs and wailing, and sighed deeply, "Not now, Batman. I have a lot to do."
"I will ask Fox to send you supplies. I just hope it will be as soon as possible." Batman's tone was quiet.
Tompkins slowly closed his eyes, but she could only say, "Thank you, Batman, you've helped a lot."
But she knew it was useless in her heart. No matter how many medical supplies and survival supplies were, she could not change the current situation.
The upper class was killing people in the lower city like crazy, and all the community hospitals were full. Her small clinic was crowded with 20 times the usual people, and every patient was wandering on the verge of life and death.
If it were just to save people, no amount of doctors would be enough. Those lunatics must be stopped.
But when she thought of Jason's current situation, Dr. Tompkins couldn't bear to force Batman anymore. She could only say in her heart, okay, if so, don't expect all doctors to continue to abide by their oath. Including me
Own.
Just when Dr. Tompkins wanted to do something, her small clinic welcomed an unexpected person, James Gordon.
The once energetic sheriff looked much thinner, and seemed to have grown ten years older overnight, but she didn't look tired, but became more energetic.
"Long time no see, doctor."
"Long time no see, Director, please stop saying polite words. You also see how busy I am now."
"Of course. I express my gratitude for saving my life again, but this is the only one, I hope you don't mind."
"It's all old almanac. What are you doing here? Did Batman ask you to come?"
Gordon waved his hand and said, "Don't mention him anymore. You can't always count on him. I'm here to solve the problem. How is your situation?"
"It's very, very bad." Dr. Tompkins wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The wounded are coming in a steady stream, and we have only five people including interns and nurses. The staff is far away.
It's far from enough, too many people have died for it."
A hint of sadness appeared on Gordon's face, but it didn't last long. He said, "You and I should understand that letting those people stop is the key. But now the contradiction has intensified to an irreversible level. We don't
Can continue to remain silent.”
"I heard about you." Dr. Tompkins bandaged another patient. During the gap between the new wounded, she finally had time to take a sip of water. She said, "I don't believe you will be for no reason.
I will kill people, but I believe that if you really want to kill him, that guy will not be able to lie alive on the hospital bed and accuse you of the patient."
Gordon grinned and said, "That's right. The news of my resignation will be broadcast in about ten minutes."
Dr. Tompkins gave him a deep look.
There is also a TV in the hall of the clinic to pass the time for the patients waiting for the clinic. Now the hall is full of minor casualties, and they are all watching the news broadcast on the TV.
When the news host heard the news that the current police chief James Gordon resigned because he was suspected of being involved in a murder case, everyone showed a confused expression on their faces.
In Gotham, everyone knows that James Gordon is the last conscience.
Before the GTO appeared, Gordon was a desperate warrior. He turned the tide and helped the building fall. After the GTO appeared, he really helped the building back. He was a Gotham man who was completely in the eyes of him.
The hero.
After experiencing the initial confusion, the hall seemed to explode. People didn't care about the pain on their bodies and began to curse, scold the news broadcaster, the TV station, the Harveyze, the upper class...
After the initial excitement, people fell into silence again. A low, suppressed crying sound came from the corner.
The children cried because they noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, but they didn't know what was wrong, so they could only express their fear by crying. The elderly also cried because they knew better than anyone else what was going on.
Use crying to express despair.
Gotham's final conscience fell, and the bloody killing continued. The atmosphere of despair and panic continued to spread, and ordinary people in Gotham finally realized that they were on a dead end.
A car stopped at the door of Wayne Manor. Batman opened the door. Schiller stood in the glimmer of the gradually extinguished headlights, like the thin cloud that finally disappeared on the horizon.
"What's the matter with me?" Schiller asked.
"I heard you're a psychiatrist." Batman kept his hands open, and he said, "Someone needs your help."
"Then you'll find the right person." Schiller smiled, raised his foot and walked straight into the gate, walked straight toward Wayne's manor and said, "I may be unscrupulous, but I'm definitely not a quack."