Gordon was speechless, he didn't even know whether he should speak or not.
Even anyone who knows even a little bit of the inside story can see that she is not normal at all, and the identities of Batwoman and Briss seem to be completely separated, like two completely different people.
Even every time Rigoletto is caught, she always laughs and shouts to Batgirl: "Dear bat, you and I are the same!"
"I understand you!
We're one of those people!
” "You made me!
Hahaha!
” Whenever this happens, Batgirl will just silently watch the badly injured Rigoletto being carried onto the escort car of Arkham Asylum, without saying a word, and then disappear into the darkness with a flick of her cloak.
No one knew what she was thinking, or what she was going to do next.
How could Gordon not see something that even a psychotic maniac could see?
There are so many crazy weirdos in Gotham today, and it's all because there's one of their kind here that attracts them.
But on the other hand, Brissy was raised by him, and he believed that she would do the right thing, and Gotham really needed a dark force to stop the spread of sin.
But today, Falcone told him that he knew everything The path Gordon chose was actually something he had foreseen, and he even arranged a helper for him.
The young lady of the Copote family, today's Penguin Girl, should have handled these things for him in the shadows, and she should have played the role of today's Batgirl.
"Look, Gordon, you're a man of integrity, and you can't even lie to me again.
We all know that Briss is crazy and her personality has been split in half.
Falcone said to Gordon lightly, and there was no joy in his tone to get an answer, only endless sighs.
Gordon chose Batgirl to deter the dark forces of Gotham.
Compared to the penguin's energy, she can help very little, nothing but that bat fear.
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 bats!
Anyone of the age of Gotham would tremble when they heard the names of Falcone and the Ten Families, and that black horror was like a real night.
The penguin girl knew everything for a long time, Falcone had already confessed, she was just waiting in secret, accumulating strength, and once Gordon gave up working with the bat, she would take the initiative to ask Ying to come to the door and push things in the direction that the Romans wanted to see.
She befriended officials, made contacts, stockpiled weapons, and was waiting for this day.
Reinvent a new, beautiful Gotham, a Gotham that is both black and white.
If everything really goes according to Falcone's arrangement, with white for himself and black for penguins, then there will be no other color pieces on the chessboard of Gotham City, and everything will develop according to Gordon's ideas, and maybe it will really become the happy city he wants.
Director Gordon is not a child, he knows that where there is light, there is darkness, and since darkness must exist, it is better to let it obey his own discipline.
But then, Gotham is just a black and white chaotic city, except that it has changed from the dictatorship of the Romans, Caesar, to the republican system of the Senate, and there is no difference.
Rome will still be Rome.
"No, that's still your Gotham, it's not what I want, a city with gangsters involved in management, destined to fall!"
Gordon shook his head, throwing all the associations out of his mind, he had his own principles and didn't want to have anything to do with the gangsters.
"Yes, I understand your thoughts, I've been following you all these years, and you've worked very hard, even though Gotham is getting worse and worse."
Falcone reassured, and he refilled his glass with some more wine: "Under your supervision, the law and order during the day has improved markedly, and the level of government integrity has increased.
The only problem was at night, and he let me down. ” Gordon frowned, the man who disappointed Falcone never ended well, and history has long proven it.
But Falcone didn't continue the topic, he just put down his glass, clapped his hands gently, and said out the door: "Sophia, you can come in." ” The familiar woman outside the door entered the room, she took off her felt hat on her head, her long black hair scattered like a waterfall, she looked at Director Gordon sitting on the sofa, and quietly walked to Falcone's side.
"Let me introduce her, she is Sofia Falcone, my youngest daughter, you haven't seen her before, because she has been studying in Europe."
Falcone smiled and patted her hand and said with relief, "As bad as it would be for others to say so, Sophia is indeed the most talented of my children. ” Gordon looked at the woman's face, he hadn't paid attention to it before, because this woman was talking about the boss all the time, our boss said things like this, Gordon thought she was just a high-level thug, and such thugs in Gotham were hundreds of thousands.
And now, when you look closely in the light, there is only one word to describe her, and that is femme fatale.
She still looks like she doesn't smile, compared to her father, she doesn't have the kind of temperament to control the world, but she has a little more neurotic madness.
Gordon looked back and said sarcastically to Falcone: "No introduction, we have known each other for a long time, she is very welcoming" "Oh?
Really?
Falcone raised an eyebrow, and he asked his daughter with a smile, "Are you having a good time with Director Gordon?"
” "Of course, father, Director Gordon is a very good man."
Sophia replied in a sweet voice, like a good daughter of her father, but her eyes looked at Gordon with deep meaning.
"She will assist you in building a new Gotham after all this, no longer Kopote, and from now on, the Falcone family will be your back."
"Wait, what's after all this?"
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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 remembering something, but he quickly smiled apologetically: "Oh, didn't I say that?
Alas, when people get older, they tend to forget things, so do you know where we are, my dear Gordon?
” "What place?
Gotham's sewers?
Or an abandoned psychiatric hospital?
Gordon stared at the fireplace and then at the ceiling.
Falcone raised his right hand, a small slit between his thumb and forefinger, and shook his head regretfully at Gordon.
"It's a pity, it's a little bit worse, you don't actually know anything about Gotham, the darkness you see is like a shallow layer of aquatic grass floating on the sea at night, but it doesn't matter, you shouldn't know about this, this is a problem that our family should deal with."
"Where are we?!"
Gordon watched him closely, he was fed up with this guessing, fed up with the feeling of being arranged and manipulated.
Falcone leaned back in his chair, as if enjoying the warmth of the sun on a winter afternoon, and smiled comfortably by the fire.
"Indian Mountain, Gordon, we're in Indian Mountain."
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