Gordon was standing in the office and handed the last document to Harvey Brock. The new Gotham Police Department chief lowered his hat brim and said, "I really didn't expect that one day I would call me."
The old guy called the mayor."
Gordon patted his arm and walked out with him, saying, "I didn't expect my approval rating to be so high. Maybe I did a good job in Lower Town, and nothing more than the citizens recognized me.
It's so happy."
"You have got what you want," said Bullock. "But the mayor's job is different from the director. You have to be slandered with many people. But I hope you can remember that I will always be with you."
"You don't need to stand on anyone's side, Harvey. Just stand on the side of justice."
Gordon returned home. Barbara was doing cleaning. The father and daughter cleaned up the house together. After dinner, they walked along the street as usual.
But this time, they walked a little further and walked along the edge of the community park to the entrance of the Gotham Bridge.
There is a pedestrian walkway on the Gotham Bridge, where many people run in the morning, night, or walk their dogs.
Standing on the bridge in the evening, you can see the setting sun in Gotham slowly sinking into the water. Barbara put her hands on the guardrail and looked into the distance, seeing the engineering equipment in the distance swinging back and forth, as if she was about to sink to the horizon
The sun above was fished up.
"You have to face a big trouble as soon as you take office." Barbara sighed and said, "The demolition of Gotham Reservoir is not that easy, not to mention that the ruins of Gotham Village were found under the water. All the citizens
If you don't agree to move, don't be too tough."
Gordon smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to say that, I thought you would firmly stop me."
Barbara showed a hesitant look, pursed her lips, and said, "On the day you were accused of murder, I called out the surveillance camera that Batman was placed near Gotham Bridge. I...I saw it."
"What did you see?"
"You did push the car into a dead corner and let them fall off the bridge, but you jumped down later." Barbara's hand tightly held the railing, "Do you know how high the bridge is? If not
Something happens to fall down and destroys the tension on the surface of the water, and you will definitely die.”
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"
"I just want to know what you think." Barbara turned her head back and said, "If you want to kill someone, you should leave without looking back. If you don't, don't do that from the beginning.
”
"Do you want me to do this?"
"I know it's wrong to do it, and you often educate me like this. But I also know that sometimes moral and legal right and wrong are not the only way to trace the root of a thing. I just think it's dangerous.
”
Gordon looked up and looked at Gotham's gorgeous sunset, his rough fingers stroked the bridge's railings. He said, "I know what a dangerous job Batwoman is. If I were just a father, I would definitely want to stop you."
"When I saw the car slowly sinking, I realized that my understanding of this danger is superficial. Because the most dangerous thing you face is not the guns and bullets, but the torture of your conscience at all times
.”
"When you have the ability to kill, you must try to control yourself at every moment when your emotions are out of control, make choices that will not let yourself regret and not let others feel disappointed. This requires extremely strong self-control and
A sense of responsibility.”
"The moment I stepped on the edge of the bridge, I realized how difficult it was to do it. But you did it all. Assuming I was not your relative, I would definitely approve of your character."
"So, why do I see these intimate relationships than others, but instead I just narrowly understand all this as you risking yourself in danger, rather than rationally analyzing that you have the ability to deal with this
Everything, emotionally full of pride, can you do it?"
Barbara understood something. Yes, if they were not father and daughter, then they would definitely admire each other's actions very much - the young superhero firmly fights crime, and the Gotham Police Chief unwaveringly insists on his heart.
The required qualities are enough to make anyone who has heard of their deeds admire them.
Then, as relatives, they will one-sidedly recognize the other party's great behavior as not considering other people's feelings and taking risks with their own risk. Isn't they also using kinship to kidnap each other?
So, have they become the feudal control crazy they hate the most?
Barbara felt some of the knots that had been tangled in her heart for a long time opened. But she couldn't help but think of Batman, the heavy sadness she had seen in some late nights.
Under the same sunset, two tall and thin figures stood on the roof of Wayne Building. Yeyi took off his mask and exhaled a mouthful of the cool air he had just sucked in when he was speeding on his motorcycle.
"You lost again." Jason stepped on the steps on the edge of the building, and he said, "Batman's vision of finding an assistant is really not very good."
"Didn't you scold yourself?"
"I'm mainly scolding myself. Could it be you?" Jason snorted coldly.
"What Christmas gift did you give him? Why did you just refuse to tell me? Are you worried that I would copy you?"
"Don't take yourself too seriously, later on." Jason choked back without any mercy, saying, "Precaution yourself."
Yeyi rolled his eyes and said, "I have never seen you feel good about yourself."
Jason ignored him and just sat down on the edge of the roof. He also took off his hood and fiddled with the gun in his hand.
"Do you know what the Joker and Batman said on Christmas Eve?" Nightwing said, looking at the sunset in the sky.
"Things about me?"
"How did you know?"
"If it has nothing to do with me, you won't suddenly mention it. The way to find the topic is too stiff."
Nightwing also sat down on the edge of the roof, saying, "The Joker told Batman that you betrayed him."
"None of them are the same clown, do you believe what he says?"
"Of course I don't believe it. But Batman looks sad."
"He didn't believe it either. He was sad about something else." Jason took a deep breath and said, "I had a fight with him before he left the house. I guess he didn't listen carefully to what the clown said."
"You quarrel with him again, then what did you say?"
"'Don't fucking trapped me in your memories'. That's it."
"Hiss..." Ye Yi took a breath in an unknown way.
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"But what the clown said is right." Jason curled up one leg and held his knees with his hands in his arms, "I have also reflected on what I did during my years at Brudehaven. Maybe I'm the first.
Trapped Batman in my memories.”
Ye Yi turned his head and looked at him.
"He saved me, so I assume he was a big hero, and every move would be better matched with the hero standards and must not be out of place. So when I realized that he wasn't actually that powerful, I hated him for cheating me."
"But the truth is, if we don't know each other, as a poor boy from Gotham slum, I learned that a wealthy man like Bruce Wayne came to us personally to fight crime, whether he was exploited or not, was he sincere?
Yes, I might admire him."
"After all, in this city, there are many bad guys who don't pretend to be. Even if he comes to perform for fun, at least he beats up a few villains, I may also regard him as my idol."
"So, why can't I know him so intuitively when I was his assistant?"
"Why do you think it's?" Ye Yi asked.
"I thought about it for a long time, and then realized that intimacy means expectation. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Many of the incomprehensions in intimate relationships are caused by the attempt to use their special kidnapping of the other party."
"The truth is, no one must live as anyone expects. Just as Batman was not obliged to live as a perfect hero in my mind, and I was not obliged to live as he thought I should be
The appearance of a stray dog who has suffered mentally and pitiful."
"You thought about this in Brudehaven?"
"What about you?"
"I also have a lot of unrealistic expectations for Batman. For example, I think he should accept him as soon as the Joker changes, and also quarrel with Batman about it." Ye Yi shook his head and said, "and
The main reason why he is not as sad as he quarrels with you is probably because he has no high expectations for me. And you have to thank you all. Your experience makes him think that I can just live well and I can't count on more."
Jason suddenly laughed. This was a smile that still shone under the golden sunset, full of the pride and ostentatiousness of a young man, happy and proud like a swan.
"Facts have proved that you are not as strong as me." Jason pointed to the motorcycle downstairs, and said, "I used this to block many escaped criminals. The racing boys back then were much better than they are now
Now.”
Speaking of the racing boy, Yewing was excited. He said enthusiastically: "The Bruce from that other universe is very good at driving skills. At that time, I and the Pale Knight and I chased him but didn't catch up with him, why don't you try it
try?"
"Looking at your never-before-seen appearance, is that Bruce Wayne, a pampered young master, at most he can play sports cars or something. What you have learned on the track is comparable to the urban skills of slum drivers?"
"If you don't believe it, go and try it. It will definitely scare you!"
The roar of the engine was accompanied by the last ray of evening breeze before the sunset fell into the window. Clark, who was sorting out his thoughts, frowned and directed his assistant to close the window.
At 8:00, the door was knocked. Clark put down the notebook that recorded the problem, sorted out his tie, walked to the door, and shook hands with the figure who appeared outside the door.
"I'm glad to see you, Miss Ruth. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Kent. You have become famous recently. Many of my colleagues at the Municipal Planning Office want your signature."
Clark smiled and walked over to remove the camera's lens cover. Ruth took off her glasses and sat opposite each other in front of the window, behind her was a brand new night sky of the old city.
"I'm very happy to have invited Ms. Ruth, the head of the Gotham Municipal Planning Department today. I can't wait to share with you the legendary story of her from a slum girl to a Gotham state politician..."
Schiller took the remote control and turned up the sound of the TV. Sitting on the other side of the sofa was Brad, who looked helpless, and a figure next to him was a man wearing a noble costume, with a somewhat similar look to Paul's eyebrows.