"No time to explain, get in the car quickly!"
Lin Enbeier was happy and patted the vacant swing board next to him with a serious face.
Gordon took a step back, his hand already touching his lower back.
"Why are you carrying a gun with you in your own territory?"
Linn was very dissatisfied, and Batman was even more dissatisfied.
Just shaking the rope in his hand, and with a burst of ouch from Lin, Batman firmly took control of the situation.
"Gordon, this is not the place to talk. Let's go to the rooftop."
"Why do people like you like to talk on the rooftop so much... Oh my god, stop swaying! This is on the 20th floor!"
Although Gordon had no idea what had happened to his partner recently, he could still tell that Batman and the madman seemed to have the same cooperative relationship.
This doesn't quite work...
A friend of a friend is a friend. At this moment, Gordon even had the idea of breaking up with Batman.
"Bring me a cup of coffee, the most expensive one...Oh, I...I told you not to shake it, don't shake it!"
Gordon nodded silently and turned away from the window.
Definitely beware of this lunatic!
…………………………………………
On the rooftop, Gordon and Batman were having a heated conversation on one side. Obviously, Batman told Gordon all the above about the existence of the Court of Owls, what they did, and the true identities of those people.
For a man who aspires to change Gotham's rotten status quo and is determined to protect Gotham with his life and passion, this is a direct blow to the heart.
Li En was sipping coffee on the side, feeling very sorry for Gordon.
No one can stand this.
A police officer worked hard to reach the position of chief, and used great perseverance, tough methods and determination to eliminate the dark side of the Gotham Police Department. It turned out that good days seemed to be around the corner.
But as a result, Batman, the criminal striker, the patron saint of Gotham's darkness, his old friend and collaborator, suddenly told him: Gotham is rotten, rotten from the root, rotten from a hundred years ago to today. .
You think it’s Gotham’s police system that’s seriously ill. In fact, Gotham’s police system is all black, from the rich to the poor, from the old to the young, from high-ranking officials to the grassroots.
The Court of Owls has been sucking blood from Gotham for more than a hundred years. It turns out that these people are either former mayors, current high-ranking officials, or an ancient family in Gotham. The eldest sister who was still hosting the charity party yesterday left the stage and went to watch the killing game in the Gotham Underground Maze.
This impact of reality and the feeling of suffocation and powerlessness made Lin feel a little itchy in his throat, let alone Gordon.
However, Linn looked down upon Gordon, a thin old man.
He actually held on! He quickly recognized the reality, forced his reason and emotions to return, and began to discuss with Batman how to fight against the Court of Owls.
Lynn just wanted to applaud Gordon.
Nerves are really tough. No wonder he can be friends with a strong man like Batman, he is simply a warrior who will never be knocked down!
Bang bang bang!
That's what Lynn thought, so he did it.
The sudden applause from the rooftop made Gordon somewhat uncomfortable.
For more than three years, every time the Bat-lamp was turned on, it was only him and Batman talking.
Now an amateur audience suddenly appears and applauds at some key points of the conversation, which is really a bit...
"he……"
Gordon was a little hard to use adjectives. After all, the person involved was right in front of him, so it was difficult to speak directly.
"no problem."
Mr. Bateman knew Gordon's concerns and what he wanted to say, and explained directly: "His acting style is different from you and me. I don't know yet whether I am right or he is right. Time will always give us the answer." .
At least so far, he is trustworthy and trustworthy. "
As he spoke, Batman pointed at himself: "Those living dead killers I just told you about, they almost killed me.
It was he who saved me. "
With this explanation from Batman, Gordon was finally willing to rethink the saying: a friend of a friend is a friend.
Batman never trusts a person easily. Even he himself went through many twists and turns before becoming Batman's collaborator.
"Okay. Time is the best teacher, it will tell us what is right and what is wrong.
Hello, Li En, I'm Gordon. "
Gordon stretched out a hand, and the handshake was just like when he and Batman first cooperated.
"Hello, my name is Lin En, not Li En."
"……ah?"
"Also, time is the best teacher, but it kills all its students.
I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person. Please believe me, I know you are a police officer. "
Gordon twitched his hand hard twice, but failed to pull it out.
The opponent's hands were like pliers.
This doesn't feel like making friends, but rather like escorting a prisoner?
Gordon, who was still a little unaccustomed to Lynn's character, turned to Batman for help.
"Okay, Lynn. Stop scaring people."
Batman walked over and whispered: "I want you to stay here to protect Gordon."
Yo? This guy wants to go it alone again?
But after thinking about it for a while, Lin seemed to understand.
Turning to look at Gordon, Linn finally let go and said: "This is no problem, it's just...
you sure? "
Although he was not injured, Batman's current state is definitely not good.
Shaking his head, Batman walked to the edge of the rooftop and whispered in his signature voice: "The night is my home court."
With a flick of his cape, Batman grabbed the somersault cloud and jumped off, leaving only one sentence before leaving: "Lend me this for a day!"
"etc!"
Lin En ran to the edge of the rooftop in three steps, grabbed the kitten and threw it over: "Take it with you..."
"Meow——! Linn! You will not end well——!"
The kitten's voice echoed in the night sky and could not be dispersed for a long time.
"Tsk~ I don't know if I caught it or not."
who cares. Lynn quickly put aside her worries. In fact, he wasn't worried at all. The kitten would be fine.
Cats have nine lives.
Looking back, Gordon himself was the only one standing there in the cold night wind, facing Linn's eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Uh...cough! I turned this off."
Gordon had nothing to say, so he walked to the Bat Lantern and prepared to turn off this special prop for summoning Batman.
Suddenly, Lin En grabbed his hand again.
"you……"
"Don't close it. Otherwise, those things won't be able to find us."
thing? what?
Facing Gordon's confused look, Linn stretched out an index finger and pointed to the sky.
Then, a bunch of clawed killers with owl faces climbed up from all directions of the building, along the waterline of the rooftop and anything else they could grab onto.
"Haha, I didn't know these guys came here like this. They have wings and don't need them. It's really cool."
While talking, Linn let go of Gordon's hand, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and put his hand in.
In the reflection of Gordon's dilated pupils, Linn grabbed a handful of something like sand and threw it on the rooftop of the Gotham Police Station.
The next second, the vine demon danced wildly!
"No wonder... everyone calls you Thorny Man..."
Ps: It’s coming, it’s coming! Chapter 3, updated today with 7,000 words. Please vote!
