The Death Knell

Gordon was speechless, he didn't even know if he should speak.

Anyone who knows even a little bit about the inside story can see that she is actually not normal at all. The identities of Batwoman and Bliss seem to be completely separated, like two completely different people.

Even every time Rigoletto was caught, she would always laugh and yell to Batgirl:

"Dear Bat, you and I are the same!"

"I know you! We are the same kind of people!"

"You made me what I am! Hahaha!"

At this time, Batgirl would just watch quietly, watching the seriously injured Jester being carried into the escort vehicle of Arkham Asylum without saying a word, then flicking her cloak and disappearing into the darkness.

No one knew what she was thinking or what she would do next.

How could Gordon not see something that even a psychotic lunatic could see? There are so many crazy and weird people in Gotham today, all because there is someone of their kind here who is attracting them.

But on the other hand, he has watched Bliss grow up, and he believes that she will do the right thing. Gotham really needs a power in the dark to stop the spread of evil.

But today, Falcone tells him that he knows everything...

The path Gordon chose was actually something he had foreseen, and he even arranged helpers for him.

The young lady of the Cobot family, today's Penguin Girl, should have been handling these things for him in the dark. She should be the one who played the role of today's Batgirl.

"Look, Gordon, you are an upright person, you can't even lie to me again. We all know that Bliss is crazy and her personality is split in two." Falcone said to Gordon calmly, There was no joy in getting the answer in his tone, only endless sadness.

Gordon originally chose Batgirl to deter Gotham's dark forces.

Compared with the power of the penguin, the help she can provide is minimal, except for the fear of bats, nothing more.

Gordon now knows that if Penguin Girl wants to do it, then as a descendant of the ten families, she can bring people a thousand times more fear than a bat!

Any elderly person in Gotham will tremble when they hear the names of Falcone and the Ten Families. The black terror is like the real night.

The Penguin Girl has known everything for a long time. Falcone has already explained it. She is just waiting in secret to accumulate strength. Once Gordon gives up cooperation with the Bat, she will take the initiative to ask Ying to come to the door and push the matter away. In the direction the Romans wanted to see.

She made good friends with officials, established connections, and stockpiled weapons, just waiting for this day.

Reshape a new and beautiful Gotham, a Gotham governed by both black and white.

If everything goes according to Falcone's arrangement, with white for himself and black for Penguin, then there will be no other colors of chess pieces on the chessboard in Gotham City, and everything will develop according to Gordon's ideas. Maybe it will really become the happy city he dreamed of.

Commissioner Gordon is not a child. He knows that where there is light, there is darkness. Since darkness must exist, it is better to let it obey his own discipline.

But then, Gotham is just a city of black and white chaos. It's just that it has changed from the Roman dictatorship of Caesar to the republic of the Senate. There is no difference.

Rome will remain Rome.

"No, that's still your Gotham. It's not what I want. A city with gangs participating in management is destined to fall!" Gordon shook his head and threw all the associations out of his mind. He had his own principles and did not want to fight with gangs. Make any contact.

"Yes, I understand your thoughts. I have been paying attention to you over the years. You have worked very hard, even though Gotham is getting worse and worse." Falcone comforted, and he added more to his wine glass. Liquor: "Under your supervision, the security during the day has improved significantly, and the government's integrity has also increased. The only problem is at night, Cobot let me down."

Gordon frowned. Those who disappoint Falcone never end well. History has already proven this.

But Falcone did not continue the topic. He just put down the wine glass, clapped his hands gently, and said to the door: "Sofia, you can come in."

The familiar woman outside the door entered the room. She took off her felt hat and her long black hair fell like a waterfall. She looked at Director Gordon sitting on the sofa and walked quietly to Falco. Inside the side.

"Let me introduce you. She is Sofia Falcone, my little daughter. You haven't seen her before because she has been studying in Europe." Falcone smiled and patted her hand, saying happily. : "As much as it makes other people feel bad saying this, Sofia is truly the most talented of my children."

Gordon looked at the woman's face. He had not noticed it before because the woman always said words like 'boss' and 'our boss'. Gordon thought she was just a high-level thug. Tanzu has hundreds of thousands.

But now, looking carefully under the light, there is only one word that can describe her, and that is femme fatale.

She was still smiling, and compared to her father, she didn't have the air to control the world, but was more neurotic and crazy.

Gordon looked back and said mockingly to Falcone: "No introduction is needed, we have known each other for a long time, she is very enthusiastic..."

"Oh? Really?" Falcone raised his eyebrows and asked his daughter with a smile: "Are you getting along well with Director Gordon?"

"Of course, Father, Director Gordon is a very good man." Sofia answered him in a sweet voice, like her father's good daughter, but her eyes looked at Gordon with deep meaning.

"She will help you build a new Gotham after everything. It will no longer be Cobot... From now on, the Falcone family will be your backing."

"Wait, what after everything?" Gordon heard something wrong in his words. He couldn't understand what Falcone meant: "What new Gotham?"

Falcone closed his eyes, frowned and tilted his head, as if he was remembering something, but he quickly smiled apologetically:

"Oh, didn't I say that? Alas, people tend to forget things easily when they get older... So my dear Gordon, do you know where we are now?"

"Where? The sewers of Gotham? Or an abandoned mental hospital?" Gordon stared at the fireplace and then at the ceiling.

Falcone raised his right hand, making a small gap between his thumb and index finger, and shook his head at Gordon regretfully.

"Unfortunately, it's just a little bit different. You don't actually understand Gotham. The darkness you see is like a shallow layer of water plants floating on the sea at night... But it doesn't matter, you don't know it at all. It’s time to understand this and it’s something we as families should be dealing with.”

"Where are we?!"

Gordon looked at him closely. He had had enough of this kind of guessing, enough of this feeling of being arranged and manipulated.

Falcone leaned back in the chair, as if enjoying the warmth of the sun on a winter afternoon, and smiled contentedly by the fire.

"Indian Hill, Gordon, we're in Indian Hill."