"They are anxious." Ruth put down the documents in her hand and said, "They are eager to catch Gordon's handle, but unfortunately there is no progress. Someone has been wandering around Gordon's doorstep, but he has never met his daughter.
.This Miss Gordon was smarter than they thought.”
"Of course." Schiller curled his lips and said, "If they have the ability, then choose their own grave as soon as possible."
"Of course they wanted to start from that Yewing, but this guy didn't know where it came out. After searching, they could only find out that he had something to do with Batman. But now they are not attacking Batman.
Good time.”
Hearing this, Schiller turned around, looking at Ruth and said, "What do you know about the attitude of the upper class toward Batman?"
Ruth shook her head and said, "It's because I'm in charge of managing the Natural Disaster Fund that they don't let me know too much to prevent me from making a fuss. I just know that Batman is important to them."
"More important than Bruce Wayne?"
"Bruce Wayne doesn't matter at all," Ruth said. "Without him, there will be others. The capital of the Wayne Group will not flow out of Gotham, and it will be the same in anyone's hands. But Batman is different."
“Where is the difference?”
"It's hard to find a crazy man with bad brains like this." Ruth said bluntly, "Find someone who firmly believes that he can save the city by going to the streets to fight crime is simply the most difficult thing in the world. Search the whole world
There may not be one mental hospital in there.”
Schiller frowned slightly and said, "Are you sure they found Batman?"
Ruth paused while stroking the documents on the desktop, but without any surprise, and said, "Do you know the history of Gotham?"
"Which part are you referring to?"
"In the era of the development of the New World, this place was not a town, but a village, named Gotham Valley. It was ruled by an evil warlord, whose name was Arkham."
"Then what?"
"But in fact, this evil warlord who was scolded by everyone was not so cruel from the beginning. It seemed that it was from the time he came to Gotham Valley that he became cruel and cold, constantly tortured life.
The natives here.”
Schiller frowned because the legend of this version is different from most universes.
In most of the universe, Gotham's story began after the four major families established Gotham City. The Owl Court only appeared after Gotham City appeared.
But the story of this universe seems to have been pursued to a longer time. Gotham was not even a city at that time.
"The so-called Gotham Curse was circulated at that time." Ruth recalled, "I don't have a family, but when my father was awake, he said that my grandfather was a sailor and knowledgeable.
, I used to tell him stories."
"The longest story he has told is the story of how the Wayne family snatched the Gotham Valley from the hands of evil warlords and established a city. The legend about General Arkham was very popular in that era
.”
"You mean General Arkham was cursed?"
Ruth nodded and said, "Yes. People say that Gotham Valley is a curse land, and all those who rule here will be infected by curses and eventually become cruel and depraved, and will not die well."
"But the version I heard was General Arkham who left this curse." Schiller questioned, saying, "Does it infected the land or did the land infected people?"
“Is this important?”
"Of course. Because Batman is crazy, too." Schiller walked out from behind the desk and said, "This proves that the legend of the curse is not groundless."
After thinking for a long time, Ruth said, "No matter what the source of the curse is, in the end, the ancestors of the Wayne family defeated General Arkham and ruled Gotham. If there is a curse, it must have been inherited by him.
It's not surprising that it will fall on Batman in the end."
"It's so strange." Schiller thought to himself, because the "Pale Knight" comic is not set like this. The key is that Batman in this universe is not a descendant of Eimmond Wayne at all, and he has a curse.
Can't inherit him.
The specific story is a bit complicated, and Schiller is not sure what he reads in the comics is real. After all, the entire comic story is still full of doubts at the end, and there are too many unsolved mysteries.
"There is no need to pay too much attention to history," said Ruth. "Let's talk about those rich people. Their various self-rescue measures will not work. Maybe soon, they will think of other solutions.
Are you ready?"
"What do you think they have any other way?"
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse," said Ruth. "There are still many people betting on their way to the Jedi, and they are willing to help them gamble without compensation. They may not have no way out."
Schiller was not surprised by this. Human nature is like this, and you can't make everyone realize the unnecessaryness of the existence of upper class in such a short time.
The turmoil at this time is a chance for growth in many people. Anyway, rich people will always make a comeback. If they help them when they are embarrassed, they will definitely be able to develop in the future.
"The key is Batman." Ruth said, "To get Gotham back to its original rhythm, Batman and the super criminals must fight each other. Super criminals are easy to find, but super heroes are hard to find. They will use up all their energy.
Force Batman with all his might."
"What if Batman didn't bow his head?"
"They will choose to change one." Ruth sighed and said, "Although there are few madmen, they are not completely unable to find it. So many years have been enough for them to prepare a replacement."
"They have a puppet like Batman?" Although Schiller knew the plot, he still had to ask clearly.
Since he came to the comic world, he has followed a principle: the plot can only be used as a reference. If he completely believes in the plot and does this, his grave grass will be three meters high.
"I can't be sure," Ruth said, "but it seems not just a puppet under their control. Although it may not be a hero who must believe in himself like Batman, it will not be a coward who has no opinion."
"That's right, paranoid people are better than those without opinions. We all understand this. Of course they are the same."
"Do you want me to check it out?" Ruth said, "or would you like to find a way to convince Batman and let him go and slander?"
"Don't count on Batman." Schiller shook his head and said, "He doesn't have time to care about these things now. How is the Pale Knight?"
"I have no worries about my life, but I can't get up in bed for a short time." Ruth said after pausing for a moment, "his little lover is pregnant."
Schiller opened his eyes slightly and said, "Pregnant?!"
He was not surprised that Harley was pregnant, because in the original work, Harley got pregnant. But the problem is that this time doesn't match.
The Pale Knights are not married on the timeline of their universe. Although they may have gotten together before, Harley later took poison gas. Can this still save the child?
If Harley was pregnant after being admitted to the hospital, wouldn’t they have sex in the hospital?
"How long have you been pregnant?" Schiller asked.
"It's going to be more than three months," Ruth said after thinking about it, "I didn't find out before, because no one thought that someone wouldn't have miscarriage after taking so much poisonous gas."
"Then she suddenly fell into a coma a few days ago..."
"It seems to be because of this," said Ruth. "Her physical condition is very strange, and the doctor cannot say it. But the child is indeed fine."
Schiller touched his temples. Halle in this comic is a god of war, and the whole audience is MVP. Maybe he is really the chosen one.
"Does Mr. Mayor understand?"
"Not yet. I just want to ask if you want to tell him."
Schiller thought about it and felt that it was nothing to tell the Pale Knight. After all, the clown inside the Pale Knight was dead and it was unlikely that he would come back to compete with him for custody. Those two children were safe.
But Schiller said: "Let's ask Ms. Quinn herself. But remember to tell him that the clown is dead and her husband will not go crazy anymore."
Ruth nodded and left.
Schiller sat back at the table. He had too few clues about Gotham's history. It was time to look for some new clues.
In Dr. Tompkins's clinic, the Midnight Doctor sat on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He had just sent off the last patient. Looking at the empty clinic, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
"That guy named Gordon is doing a great job," he sighed and said, "I haven't had a serious illness for two consecutive days. If I cure the guy with the lung infection, my mission will be over."
"Of course, I can also stay for a while. You will welcome me, right?"
"Leslie...Leslie???"
Dr. Tompkins, who was sitting opposite him, came back to his senses, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, and said, "Sorry, I'm so tired recently, I'm always a little distracted."
"No, don't apologize, what you need now is a good sleep. After all, you are not young anymore."
Dr. Tompkins stood up, with a trace of unexplainable worry between her eyebrows. She put on her glasses again and said, "Okay, I'll go and rest when I finish my last thing."
"I'm afraid you have to answer my questions before this, ma'am." A strange voice appeared at the door. Dr. Tompkins looked up and saw a tall and thin man walking in.
"Mr. Rodriguez."
"Just call me Schiller." Schiller put away his umbrella and greeted him, "It's so heavy today. How is the situation in the clinic?"
"Pyot, go and rest first." Dr. Tompkins said to his companions.
Pieter looked at the two of them, shook his head, turned around and left.
"It seems you already know why I'm here to find you." Schiller took off his long windbreaker jacket, held it in his hand, took off his hat, and said, "How much do you know about Gotham's history?"
Dr. Tompkins just stood there and stared at him.
"Okay, then I'll change my question. How much does Alfred know?"
Dr. Tompkins's expression suddenly changed. She stared at Shiller for a while before speaking, "Why are you investigating these matters?"
"Out of respect for a good person, ma'am. I hope you can answer my questions truthfully, instead of asking me to investigate it in another way." Schiller looked at him calmly and said, "I know Alfrey
De also has a daughter.”
Doctor Tompkins's hand tightened. After a while, she lowered her shoulders and said, "I don't know much. But someone gave Alfred a diary, the diary of Emmond, the ancestor of the Wayne family."
"Who gave it to him?"
"A priest." Dr. Tompkins gradually recalled the scene of that day, saying, "It was a street that did not exist. We met a mysterious priest in a drugstore there. He gave Alfrey
A diary of Eymond and a whip said that it was Gotham's most important history."
"Where is the diary now?"
Doctor Tompkins shook his head and said, "I don't know. Alfred took it away, maybe at Batman."
"Who is that priest?"
"I don't know either. But he..." Dr. Tompkins' tone was a little hesitant.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He is not an ordinary person."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because after we left the medicine shop, it turned into ruins in an instant. It might be magic or something."
"Do you remember the location of that street?"
"Of course. Just next to the original municipal building warehouse, it seems to be called Bourbon Street."