This sudden line was obviously not in Oswald's script.
Originally, his plan was already perfect.
Use a little lie to trick Batman into leaving, and choose someone who can definitely hold him back to ensure that he won't come back at the most critical moment.
Then, breaking Gotham's last line of defense, the only good guy in Gotham: Gordon.
Gotham that has lost Batman has just lost the ghost that screams for life in the night sky, and Gotham that has lost Gordon has lost its remaining conscience.
Oswald felt that he could fulfill the role of Gotham's conscience.
Who says conscience must not be black?
Anyway, does Gotham have a conscience? It's not all like this, live hard and die in confusion.
If you change your conscience, maybe there will be a different change~
As for whether the people of Gotham agree with such a replacement, Oswald feels that this is not enough to be an issue, and it is not even qualified to be put on the table as an issue for discussion.
Look at the people protected by Gordon, didn't they come with me?
Or did they take the initiative to open the door to the Gotham Police Department?
Everything went smoothly, everything went perfectly.
Oswald seems to have seen himself controlling Gordon and the Gotham Police Department. He has seen himself successfully elected as the mayor of Gotham with Gordon's "support" and becoming a respected and recognized person. people.
No one cares about his height because he can stand on the high platform built by the citizens.
No one will care about his strange voice, because everything he says will be regarded as legal enforcement.
No one will care about his lameness, because he will always shine brightly and will always appear at the conference table.
What a wonderful, wonderful and valuable day this is...
However, the day seemed to be ruined by a psycho looking for a cat.
…
Oswald was repressed and silent. His eyelids twitched erratically, and the corners of his mouth turned up irregularly, revealing sharp, somewhat blackened teeth.
Beside him, the green-skinned guy was still talking nonsense.
Cats, rent, flowers, grass, no, no, no, no~
"enough!!"
Oswald slapped his thighs and screamed.
"Boss..."
Qingpi bent down so that his eyes were level with his, and whispered: "Does it hurt from the slap on your thigh?"
I hurt you so much that Fake hurts!
Oswald's face contorted and his muscles trembled.
If he hadn't remembered what he was here for, he would have taken out a knife and stabbed the kid to death.
"Don't just watch. Can you send someone out to find my cat?"
The boss didn't say anything after seeing the details. Qingpi straightened up again and talked about his cat again.
His cat is so nice, it can talk, add firewood, and can also be used as an alarm clock to wake people up...
You should really be worried if you can't find such a good cat.
"sorry."
Director Gordon, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, not to Oswald, but to that psychotic green-skinned man.
"You can see what the police station is like now. We really don't have the energy to help you find that cat.
It's better, this is better. "
Gordon stepped on the wooden floor and walked to the back. After a while, he came out carrying a black kitten.
"Use this one instead. Although this cat is not as powerful as your cat, it is also greedy, lazy and..."
"Meow!"
"...Anyway, maybe you can take this cat and leave. Maybe it will wake you up too."
Qingpi turned to look at Oswald, showing an extremely troubled expression.
"Boss, I really don't want to betray you, but that kitten is really cute."
After saying that, Qingpi happily put down the gun in his hand and walked forward with happy steps.
However, behind him, Oswald stood up from the chair with a gloomy face. With a flick of his sleeve, a short letter cutter slipped into his hand.
"Go to hell, die, die...go to hell! Ha...ha..."
The knife was stabbed into Qingpi's ribs one after another. Oswald's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were protruding, and the veins around his eye sockets were bulging. He gritted his teeth and stabbed out one knife after another...
His fingers were covered with blood, and the slimy touch made it impossible for him to hold on to the narrow and slender letter cutter. Qingpi fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The letter cutter also stabbed into his body, and he fell to the ground with him.
"Haaaah...haa...ahahahahaha...ahem!"
Oswald laughed hoarsely.
He took out the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his tuxedo, wiped the blood on his hand vigorously, and threw it on the floor, where there was still a trace of life left on Qingpi, who was still screaming in a low voice.
Oswald straightened his tie with his blood-stained but still pale fingers. He sat back on the interrogation chair and proudly looked up at the cold-faced Gordon.
"Dear Commissioner Gordon, you see, there was no need for things to turn out like this.
I am a reasonable person, and I can guarantee that I am the only one willing to reason with you in Gotham today. "
Qingpi on the floor was still shouting loudly and lowly. Gordon glanced down at him and shook his head gently: "No. You are wrong. There are still other people who are willing to reason with me. But sometimes, sometimes , it’s easier for them to immerse themselves in their own world.”
Oswald also glanced at Qingpi, who was still screaming on the floor, and sneered: "Oh, who are you talking about? Oh, I know. Is it that guy who likes to pretend to be a little animal?
Sorry, dear Commissioner Gordon, the Bat-Lamp you lit up may not be of much help to you. "
Raising his hand, he gently scratched the remaining bloody scabs between his fingers twice with his nails. Oswald said nonchalantly: "The helper you are looking forward to is having a headache due to a black cat."
"yes……"
Gordon closed his eyes and glanced at Qingpi, who was still lying on the ground, his screams getting lower and lower: "He obviously lost the black cat himself..."
Oswald frowned. He vaguely felt that he had missed something, or that Gordon was still relying on something and was hiding something, something he didn't know.
This terrible feeling is uncomfortable, but it has also saved Oswald's life many times in the past days.
Gordon...seems to mean something.
What is he saying? Isn't what he said the same thing as what I said?
Following Gordon's line of sight, Oswald looked at Qingpi, who was lying on the ground and finally made no sound.
Wait a moment……
And there is sound!
Like the rustling of the wind, like the clicking sound of paper cutting, like the engine of a car in the distance, like the distant past, like the snoring of my father when he was sleeping...
It's like a special code fart!
He was just snoring!
"Meow--!"
Gordon suddenly threw out the little black cat he had been holding in his arms. The cat let out a loud meow in the air and landed directly next to Qingpi, who was lying in a pool of blood. He raised the cat's claws and gave a big blow. Hit the mouth!
"Meow——! Hahahahaha! Get up! Hahahahaha!"
"I said so."
Gordon spread his hands and looked at the confused Oswald: "It can also wake people up."
The next second, Qingpi, who had been "dead" for a long time, sat up from the pool of blood, pulled out the letter cutter from his waist and abdomen, and covered his face with his hands.
"It hurts."
