Kidnapping

Chief Gordon had his memory back, and he was driving back to the station.

 It's a long ride from Arkham Island back to the station, not only through several Bridges and tunnels, but also through a less-than-safe part of town, where Two-Face and her men are the most aggressive.

 Of course, using the law as a weapon to deal with evil people has its weaknesses, which is that Two-Face knows the law, knows the law, and is arguably the best lawyer. Harvit Dent was Gotham's rising star, a famous young prosecutor, before she went crazy.

 However, her past knowledge of the law means that even if she is caught by Batwoman, she will soon be released on parole. After all, Batman will not be able to testify against her, and with only scattered physical evidence and no witnesses, her crime will not be recognized by the jury.

 Of course, money probably plays a big part in this, too.

 Gordon has been on guard since Batwoman left, but nothing much has happened. Until last week, when he received 911 calls from citizens who said the circus was out in force, burning and looting the streets.

 He immediately sent police officers to keep the peace while he drove to Arkham, which in the past has been the case with circuses when jesters come out again.

 But when he got to Arkham, after heavy security, he found the jester sitting cross-legged on the floor of her cell eating a roasted rat with a plastic knife and fork.

 He had nothing to say to the jester, and after making sure that she was well inside, he returned to the police station to continue dealing with the unrest in the city.

 Gordon is an old detective, and this situation does not let him down. He senses something unusual about the circus, and from that day on, he makes a daily trip to Arkham, only to be sure that the jester is still inside.

 Although the batlight on the roof of the police station is always on, it is now only a deterrent to criminals. The bats have left, and Gotham is now unattended.

 At the end of visiting hours today, he hasn't spoken to the jester, just watched her draw on the floor of her small room in silence behind the thick bulletproof glass. A few strokes, she seems to think of something, then burst into a wild laugh, then a few more strokes, then a little dance around the room.

 Makes him want to run in and beat the crap out of her.

 Yes, he hates her, but the law can only go so far, and he's even thought about killing her a million times, but it conflicts with what he's believed all his life. He's a cop, he took an oath to protect order and law in this city, and mental illness is legally immune.

 Maybe one day the city council will recognize the danger they pose and take away the immunity for the insane, and in Gotham they'll have the death penalty and send them all to the electric chair.

 He looks forward to the day when his family, his friends, countless people have died at the hands of lunatics, and he can give up his position as commissioner and apply to be the executor. But that will come from the trial of law and justice, not the lynching of his James Gordon.

 In this respect, he knows as much as Batgirl, but nothing like Deathknell. For people like Cindy and Eugene, revenge never happens overnight.

 The law may be made by the representatives of Parliament, representing the will of the people's rules and terms, but Deathstroke does not like to be represented, what laws are not laws, can you eat?

 Gordon couldn't wait to see what she had drawn. She had already left the police station later than usual today, because during the day a call had been made that ninjas were in town and attacking someone.

 Gordon spent the day and half of the night chasing this story.

 Unfortunately, the rain was so heavy that there were no clues left, not even the police dogs could smell anything.

 It was past midnight, so he was supposed to go back to the station to pick up Barbara and take them home. Maybe he could stop at a gas station to pick up some donuts and burgers for dinner. I just wondered if the fast-food restaurant he used to pass would be open in this weather.

 Driving in a rainstorm is a strange feeling. You can't see much of the landscape, only the monotonous patter of rain in your ears.

 Gordon turned on the radio, only to turn it off quickly, and the Gotham City radio announcer inside had a high-pitched, excited voice that reminded him of the madman, of the man he had just met.

 Maybe he should check out the announcer some day. She feels like part of the circus.

 The lonely journey made Gordon inevitably myriad thoughts. He thought of his daughter sitting in a wheelchair at a young age, and could not help but feel distressed and worried. Although she was still very beautiful, so kind and lovely, the disabled were always at a disadvantage and inconvenient in choosing a mate in life.

 The rain outside the car window is constantly beating against the glass, the sound of the rain flowing down, like the sound of waves rise and fall, Gordon drove the car, the heart is also difficult to calm.

 Batwoman says there may be a cure for the nerves in his spine. What is it?

 She says there's a danger looming. What is it?

 A few days ago it was the circus, today it's the Shadow Dancers League, what are these guys up to?

 With questions in his head, Gordon squinted and tried to see through the windshield, which was completely obscured by the rain. He had to get his daughter home before the car broke down in the water.

 But at a junction ahead, just around the bend, he spotted a strangely dressed man lying on the side of the road in standing water.

 Although the sky was dark and the rain had affected his vision, he was sure he had seen someone fall, and the rain was inexorably flooding her body.

 He slowed his car and watched the situation carefully. There were no suspicious people, and the buildings along the road were closed. The inhabitants of Gotham are long past the nosy stage, and there is absolutely no one to interfere with people lying on the side of the road, because it could be blackmail or it could be a trap.

 But in most cases, people who fall on the roadside are actually dead, and the cause of death is varied.

 Freeze to death, starve to death, murder, drug overdose, etc....

 Of course this has given rise to a profession in Gotham, specialized in picking up dead bodies. Last winter, he and Batgirl busted up a creepy factory that made sausages out of dead bodies, and reportedly couldn't keep up with demand for their products, which were destined for high-end restaurants.

 Gordon didn't want to dig into who else in the city had eaten them, or even think he might have unwittingly eaten them himself, so he stopped eating sausages or anything stuffed with meat.... for a while after the incident

 He pulled to a slow stop, unbuckled his seat belt, tightened his trench coat and checked his pistol.

 As a police officer, even a chief, you can't turn a blind eye to a man falling on the side of the road. That's the job.

 There was more wind and rain, which had not been the case when he had left Arkham, and now, almost ten metres away, it was difficult to see, the wind against the door of the car making it difficult for him to get out.

 He stepped into the water that reached his ankles, and the coldness of his whole body struck deep into his heart.

 "Whoo..." The rain in the wind forced Gordon to duck. His glasses were soaked and everything was distorted, as if he were looking into a funhouse mirror.

 He was acutely aware of his age. He could feel the decline in strength and fitness. Although he was not yet sixty, years of underhand injuries made every joint ache on these rainy days.

 Closing the car door, he pressed one hand against his glasses and the other hand against the pistol in his trench coat, like an old man clutching his aching back in a storm.

 As he got closer, he could see better the figure on the side of the road, a young woman dressed like a caveman in a garment of animal hide.

 It's not surprising, Gordon, when you have a friend who dresses up every day as a bat, parading around town in her bat-like car with props called batdarts, batbelts, batgloves, and batcapes.

 Then you'll be fine with whatever you see. There's no shortage of weirdos in Gotham. It's just that some of them are just going to a Halloween party, and some of them are dangerous.

 Judging by this person on the side of the road, Gordon figured she was the latter.

 "Ma 'am! Are you awake? This is James Gordon of the GCPD."

 After determining that the other person may be dangerous, the first thing is to shout, hoping that the other person will stop playing dead and leave immediately.

 After that, if the other person still persists, Gordon will also shoot him in certain dangerous situations.

 This is how law enforcement works in Gotham.

 The woman on the side of the road is motionless and unresponsive.

 Gordon looked closer. The woman's pale face showed that she was dead, and that the rain had soaked her slightly.

 There was a huge gash on the side of her body, cut by a sharp force. The attack had destroyed a third of her internal organs and caused her to bleed to death.

 This kind of death is very painful, and the intense suffocation caused by the lack of blood will make the deceased spend the last hours of her life thrashing about like a fish caught on the shore, lasting for a long time.

 According to the current circumstances, this is not the first scene of her death, she was moved here, there is no nearby mud under the fingernails of the victim, no scratches on the soles of the feet, indicating that she died in a dry and flat environment, judging from her dress is likely to be an exclusive club room.

 But the rain had destroyed most of the evidence, and that was as far as he could tell. Her whole face was closed in death, and her gray eyes were just staring at the sky.

 Gordon sighed. This meant the police had something to do again. Gotham was not just a city of crazy people, but a city of ordinary people who killed people for a variety of reasons.

 The identity of the dead could not be determined, but the coroner had to be called. Gordon shutered back to the car, ready to make a call.

 At that moment, however, the doors of the building suddenly opened in all directions, and a group of people in black suits and old-fashioned fedora hats poured out of the building. They surrounded Gordon for the first time, pointing multiple assault rifles at him.

 "Chief Gordon, our boss has invited you to be our guest."

 The woman at the head wore a fake smile as several black vans pulled out from behind the building. She motioned for Gordon to get up.

 Gordon took off his glasses and tried not to be distracted, but myopia was also a problem:

 "Who's your boss? Penguin Woman? Black Mask?"

 Only as the boss of the underworld, their men will be so no characteristics, although kidnapped, but the good thing is that the other party is not crazy, maybe also....

 "Oh? Does Chief Gordon seem to have forgotten his old friends and only remembered his new ones?" The woman smiled, but then showed her teeth and gave Gordon a hard blow. "That's okay. You'll remember when you get there and meet the boss."

 Gordon was knocked to the ground by the sudden attack and fell to his knees in the muddy water of the street. The body nearby did the same thing, only now he thought it was looking at him.

 'Did you kill her, that woman over there, too? Gordon, clutching his stomach, lay on his stomach, staring intently at the woman in black.

 "Alas...." The woman in black sighed and looked around at the heavy rain. "Are you still worried about a dead man? We have another team to call for your daughter, you should be worried about whether she will end up with this body... Take him away!"

 She shouted commands to her men, and the rain fell, still unable to stop her voice.

 Surrounded by a handful of burly women, Gordon was put into a black van, which started one by one, and then everyone disappeared down the street.

 Only Gordon's van was left in place, and the body of the woman, dressed in animal skins, was gradually hidden by a curtain of rain.

 ...

 At this time, Eugene and Cindy are still riding hard in the wind and rain. Now his abnormal physical fitness makes him not feel tired in the storm. And they have ridden about 30 kilometers, in only ten minutes.

 If it hadn't rained today, he thought the bearings of the unicycle would be smoking. Only Deathstroke or some other reformer could ride the unicycle at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour.

 Not far away, through the thick rain, could be seen a tall building with a fine dome looming over it. That was the Gotham City Courthouse, and across from it, in a small street park, was the Gotham City Police Department.

 There are no pedestrians on the street. This is the central city, where there are a lot of government agencies, and where the public order is relatively good.

 In normal days, there are always people who like to take their families to sit in this park, or people who work around come here to have lunch.

 But in the middle of the night, even across the street from a police station, there are still people dealing drugs in the park.

 He felt as cold as the outside environment, which was only a few degrees, such as on a rainy spring night. Through every crack of his armor, water was pouring in, and the wind was carrying the heat away quickly.

 Cindy was still leading the way from a few paces ahead, and it probably felt chilly by now, too.

 "If we'd known it was raining more and more, we should have had a few drinks at Harley's before we came out. It would have been warm." He felt for the wine in his backpack, which he had stolen from the Vayne Building.

 Cindy pedaled the wheelbarrow and sighed, "We're both thinking the same thing. I'd rather have a hot dog than a drink."

 "There should be a vending machine in the police station. We'll smash one later. Do you have microwaves in your world?"

 "Of course they have microwaves, household appliances."

 He didn't know what was going on in the world. There were all the appliances and communication equipment, but there were no flying machines. It was as if this technological tree had been forgotten.

 But the two were already planning what they would eat when they arrived at the police station. The police inside, to them, seemed like children with toy guns.

 So instead of killing the cops, just knock them all out and abduct Gordon, and with all the chaos in town these days, given his dutiful nature, he'll be working overtime at the police station.

 Eugene's plan is to kidnap Gordon, attack the station, and use Gordon's safety as a bargaining chip on the TV to make Batwoman appear.

 Is Bliss going to let Gordon die? Impossible. Even in Earth-11, before the destruction of Gotham, Burris was no different from any other Batman in the alternate universe.

 Even because she is the only superhero in the world, she has a sense of responsibility, and in the end, the family is destroyed, and this sense of responsibility turns into guilt, which overwhelms her.

 "Wait, did you hear a gunshot over there?"

 Through the rain, he could faintly hear a noise coming from the direction of the police station. The rain was not thundering this time, so the continuous roar was an explosion or a shooting.

 Cindy took off her helmet and listened, her blond hair wet and her expression serious.

 "Yes, and it was a grenade explosion, right inside the police station."

 The two men realized that something had changed and quickened their pace.