But the Bat did not intend to explain anything, still going about its ways, and its thods were even more brutal.
Gordon beca the commissioner at that ti, and he imdiately ordered a Bat signal to be set up on the police station roof, no longer hiding it. Whenever the Bat signal lit up, it ant he had sothing to discuss with Batwoman, as a new madman had co to town, requiring Batwoman to resolve.
Yes, from then on, the criminals appearing were no longer ones the police could deal with, relying instead on the Bat Heroine. The police’s role was to follow Gordon’s orders, cleaning up the criminals left by the Bat Heroine, who by that ti were often in a state of unconsciousness or disability.
Fortunately, during that ti Gotham was dangerous, but at least people weren’t like today; at least back then, people held beautiful expectations in their hearts.
Until Batwoman’s greatest adversary arrived.
No one knew where she ca from. She had long green hair, a ghastly pale face, a perpetually exaggerated smile, and she liked to carve that smile onto others’ faces with a knife.
She committed several major incidents, showing people how insane she was, and also showing people that madness was a great thing.
No more worries about death, hunger, and poverty, just laugh joyfully every day!
She planted the seeds of madness deep in the hearts of Gothamites, patiently and sneakily waiting for them to sprout. Occasionally, she’d employ thods of "forcing growth" just for fun.
She beca entangled with Batwoman, being captured countless tis and escaping nurous tis, as if the city had beco their stage. She only wanted all of Bat’s attention on her.
Until half a year ago, the Jester ca up with a new ga and planned to invite Gordon to be a prop. However, a mishap in the kidnapping led to Gordon’s daughter, Barbara, being hit in the spine by a bullet, becoming paralyzed for life, confined to a wheelchair.
In the end, the Jester was captured by the Bat again, and Gordon wanted to kill her to avenge his daughter. But Bat Heroine blocked the gun, telling him not to be fooled by the Jester, not to be ruled by madness, not to lose his principles.
Gordon ultimately put down the gun, choosing to act by the law, and the law had no verdict for the ntally ill, only confinent at Arkham for treatnt...
But who could treat the Jester? The doctor who once treated her was instead influenced by her, becoming today’s Harley Quinn, not only helping the Jester escape but collaborating to create the monster called the Two-Faced Woman.
Since then, Arkham no longer assigned doctors to the Jester.
This ti, the Jester seed tired of the ga, and she stayed quietly in Arkham, with no disturbances for a long ti.
Based on past experiences, when the Jester was captured, Harley Quinn would seem soulless, calming down completely. Therefore, Batwoman and Gordon weren’t too concerned about missing Harley last ti; it was better this way. If both were confined in Arkham simultaneously, trouble might ensue.
Approximately half a month before Su Ming arrived...
Gordon, as usual, awoke from a nightmare, shaking his head, fumbling to put on his glasses. He found he wasn’t tied to a roller coaster in an amusent park by the Jester, not facing scenes of madness, but was in his own bed at ho.
Cold sweat soaked the sheets, the partly closed window bringing a howling sound, the curtains were lifted high by the wind.
The bedside electronic clock told him it was only four in the morning, that he had lain down not even two hours ago, with the dream being filled with scenes of Barbara lying in a pool of blood and the ongoing mad laughter of the Jester.
Gordon’s first wife had divorced him, left Gotham, and the daughter without a word. The second wife, a police officer, was killed by the Jester while on duty saving babies.
Besides the Jester, they often appeared in Gordon’s nightmares, and now the only daughter left to rely on, was made disabled by the Jester.
Gordon had more reason than anyone to go mad, yet he did not. He continued upholding justice and the law.
He picked up the gun from under the pillow, first closing the unlatched window tightly, then carefully checked each room to prevent any intruder from sneaking in, finally arriving outside Barbara’s room.
Gently opening the door, by moonlight, seeing his daughter sleeping peacefully in bed relieved him, and he tucked the gun behind his waist, heading to the kitchen for so water.
The refrigerator held little; when Barbara was healthy, it was the daughter who did household chores, Gordon was too busy, leaving hardly any ti for grocery shopping.
After searching for a while, he found half a carton of milk, seemingly not expired, which could slightly soothe his throat.
Just as he was drinking milk and closing the fridge door, soone suddenly appeared behind the door, startling him to almost drop the milk carton.
"Next ti you sleep, it’s best to first close the window."
"Phew... damn! Batwoman, can’t you make so noise? You always pop up suddenly; you’ll scare to death!" Gordon spat out the milk in his mouth, while Batwoman agilely dodged, not a drop staining her cape.
"Because... I’m Batwoman!" the newcor answered expressionlessly, her voice clearly altered by a voice changer.
"I know who you are, who you really are, I just don’t say it!" Gordon grumbled as he looked for a rag to clean the floor. "It’s four in the morning, and all the madn are locked up. Can’t you let have a proper sleep? Don’t you have anything better to do at night?"
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