Cracking complete

"Pa pa pa..."

 Vico clapped nearby, her pretty face turning as red as her hair and her chest heaving with excitement.

 "Bravo, Mr. Deathstroke, you are the mightiest warrior I have ever seen."

 Eugene puts the shotgun back on again. It doesn't take much effort to deal with the dinosaur, and the little knocks he took are now painless with the help of his self-healing powers.

 "Even if you call an encore, I won't do an encore for you. Just do your show. We'll leave when we get the Intel."

 You can't tangle with this woman, or she will have a steady stream of questions and demands. Eugene just wants to use her good fortune to get his own way, but he doesn't want to get too involved with her.

 "Oh, all right, but can I have a piece of a dinosaur as a souvenir?" Vico dawdled and said what he thought.

 Eugene turns and walks back to Barbara and their side. Oracular, the solution should be close.

 "Suit yourself, but if you think that when you get to the Batcave, you'll be able to identify Batgirl from the supplier of raw materials, forget it. She's not that stupid."

 "Hum..."

 Vico stamped her foot. She didn't know why her thoughts were always being seen through, but she was a reporter. What was a face?

 Wearing high heels and a tight short skirt, she trotted over to the remains of the mechanical dinosaur, pulled out a giant eye, stuck her little hand through the gap in her head, and pulled out a piece of wire still attached to the hardware.

 Eugene didn't mind her. Vico was a woman whose curiosity overrode everything and was pathological, but she knew where people drew the line.

 She was also smart enough to have figured out that neither of them wanted to kill them.

 He got behind Barbara's wheelchair and watched as lines of characters popped up on the big screen, lighting up their faces with fluorescent light. He didn't understand what was going on.

 "The dinosaur is done. What about you?"

 "Almost...." Without looking back, Barbara simultaneously operated the keyboard and console, typing something into it: "Open Sesame."

 A brand new image appears on the big screen, a view of Gotham from high above, and Miller's spatial computing power immediately reminds him that it must be the Gargoyle's view from the roof of the Wayne Building, where a camera has been placed.

 In addition, Bat's database is always linked to departments, so he'll have a synchronized copy of the data there, too.

 "She's monitoring the city....."

 Barbara mumbles, shocked by the images before her. As she gets familiar with the system, she finds bat probes all over the city.

 She understands Batgirl's motives, but she doesn't understand her need for it. With the density of this private camera, nothing on the ground in Gotham City is a secret to her.

 She has surveillance cameras everywhere, from the luxurious luxury restaurant boxes to the broken Bridges where the homeless live. She watches everyone as a potential criminal, and there are even a few cameras pointed directly at Gordon's house.

 Eugene pats her on the head and calls her back: "Welcome to the Dark Knight. Yes, she is what you think she is."

 "That's crazy. I didn't know.... Is what she's doing really good? She's invading everyone's privacy, criminal or not." Barbara frowned, a little hard to accept. She had always thought Batgirl was someone who had the same good intentions for the world as she did.

 In fact, if you think about it, you know, because bats never appear in the daytime, it is because there is only darkness in her heart.

 "As far as Bats are concerned, Gotham citizens are criminals and not yet criminals. She doesn't trust anyone."

 Cindy sneers on the side. She doesn't like the bat's style. Technically speaking, she at least believes in covenants. She thinks she fits in better with society.

 "Even my father? He's been there for her." It was hard for Barbara to take in, her eyes wandering as she clutched the arm of her wheelchair.

 "Not even your father." Eugene sighs that Batgirl in the Dark multiverse is even darker than Batman in the main world and reassures, "Your father is just less likely to be a criminal and less of a threat to Batgirl. Even though she thinks of Gordon as a friend, she thinks of him as a different kind of friend, and Batgirl always has a reserve, just in case."

 Barbara is in a daze. She doesn't know what she was thinking, but Deathstroke is more of a world-famous baddie than Batgirl, and is synonymous with blood.

 "No, that's just your guess."

 'Perhaps, but I have heard a thing; why don't you hear it?'

 After hearing Eugene talk about Barbara's difference and seeing her strength, Cindy immediately chimed in, sure not to let her fall for the bat.

 Barbara looked at her with eyes full of inquiry. In fact, in many places on the computer, she already knew who Batgirl was, but she didn't want to believe it.

 Cindy grabbed her helmet and sat down on the console to the side. "It was right after your last accident, when Gordon and Batgirl grabbed the jester, and Gordon raised his gun to the jester, and the muffle was blocked by the bat with his body."

 "What does that tell us? Batwoman is having an affair with a jester?" Barbara is so distraught that she shudders like a little rabbit at the mention of the jester's name.

 "If it had been me or Sue, instead of the bat, we wouldn't have stood in the way."

 Cindy pressed on the arm of Barbara's wheelchair and pulled her closer, looking into her big blue eyes as the fear faded into her own face.

 "Then you don't care about the law!" Barbara looked away from Cindy, her slender fingers away from the keyboard and clasped to her chest, as if feeling a chill.

 "That's because I know Gordon won't shoot!"

 Cindy pinched her face and turned her head to make her look at herself, to make her face reality:

 "I know Commissioner Gordon's resume by heart as well as a bat! We both have his entire psychological analysis! We all know what he's like! Emotions don't get him out of control, Gordon does what a cop does! But bats? Do you think she trusted Gordon by standing in the way of the gun?"

 Barbara was speechless. She didn't know exactly what the situation was, but when she woke up in the hospital, Gordon was distraught, telling herself that he was a cop first and her father second.

 He was crying and apologizing to her, which Barbara didn't understand at the time and just assumed he was upset about his leg.

 So after learning the truth today, Barbara finally realized that he gave up killing the jester, it was his own choice, never had anything to do with bats.

 Gordon's decadence isn't just about him, it's about him realizing Batgirl doesn't trust anyone.

 He's been a cop in Gotham for over 30 years, and he's been working with Batgirl for over a decade, and she still won't trust him, even if he thinks he's keeping her secret, which she's really just letting him know.

 Batgirl always has an agenda.