On the corner of the second floor of Wayne Hospital, a conversation was going on. It was not a quiet place.
Rachel didn't mind Saber's teasing. She looked at the photo of herself seriously. It was probably taken when she got off work, but that wasn't the point. Her pretty eyes quickly noticed the bloodstain on the back of the photo. As an assistant district attorney who often dealt with criminals, she immediately realized that Saber's method of getting the photo wasn't that 'righteous'.
However, the bartender in front of her had helped her. Being a district attorney in Gotham City was a very dangerous job, especially one that insisted on upholding justice. One had to be prepared to die almost every day. Now that Saber gave her a warning, Jamie wouldn't be able to get it so easily.
Most importantly, Falconi was already in custody and would be prosecuted soon. Rachel had a 90% chance of sending this Gotham mafia boss to jail. As long as Falconi was prosecuted, Jamie, a small fry, wouldn't dare do anything to her.
"Thank you for your warning, Mr. Saber. I will remember your kindness."
Rachel stuffed the photo into her pocket and thanked him coldly. She walked past Seiber and left the staircase with her high heels clicking on the ground. Suddenly, Rachel said, "What's wrong with you?
"Mr. Saber … You are very mysterious. Forgive me for being blunt, but you are walking on a very dangerous path."
"Hmm?"
"Sergeant Gordon kept the information regarding the attack on Officer Robin. However, you have to know that this is a modern society. There are many cameras in Gotham's streets. I think the one who should be careful is you … You know, this city is very chaotic. The bureaucrats have become the dogs of money, so we are not the only ones who can see the footage."
The beautiful district attorney paused and lowered her voice again.
"So if I were you, I would choose to wear a mask next time …"
Saber's expression became serious because Rachel's reminder was just right.
His eyes narrowed as he suddenly understood!
Why did the bastards who attacked Robin wear masks? Why did Batman dress like a circus actor? Obviously, it wasn't because this city was filled with psychopaths and transvestites. It was to protect themselves!
His father had reminded him more than once that Gotham still had some order. He used to think that he was talking about justice on the surface, but now, from Rachel's warning, he realized what it was.
The forces here were intertwined. If they couldn't protect themselves well, then it was easy to fall into the big net that had been woven and lose everything. This was a dangerous place, like a tangled spider web that could be caught by hunters at any time.
"This is killing me! This damned place! "
Saber grumbled. He stretched his neck and looked out of the window. The place was bright and sunny, but there was a special gloominess to it. No matter how good he was at fighting, he was only one person. Currently, there were too many people in this city who could make him disappear with a flick of their finger.
Even Jamie, that unworthy boss of the docks, had almost killed him.
The slight complacency in the young man's heart faded a little and became more serious. He looked back at Robin's ward and then took a deep breath. Fortunately, it was not too late for him to understand.
But since he had already formed a connection with Rachel, he didn't mind developing it further. Rachel's words just now showed that the beautiful district attorney's power was much greater than he thought.
So he quickly turned back and waved the phone in his hand at Rachel who hadn't gone far.
"Beauty, if you don't mind, can I have your number?"
"Oh."
Rachel turned back, her eyes carrying a trace of a smile.
"Then in what name? Mr. Vigilante. "
"Let's just treat it as … well, as a friend. Also, I don't mind providing security for a beautiful woman. You know, my dad only hired me for three days. Today is the last day, and I'm about to lose my job."
Saber spread out his hands, "Also, I'm not a vigilante. You know, I'm a … um, violent person. So, would you like to experience the feeling of being friends with me?"
This statement made Rachel stunned for a moment. Ever since she graduated and became a local prosecutor's assistant until now, no bad guy had ever talked to her like this. However, as an excellent prosecutor's assistant, Rachel's eyes soon narrowed into a beautiful arc as she shrugged.
"I can't afford a bodyguard, but as a friend, I can …"
The two of them exchanged numbers. Before they left, Rachel caressed her hair out of habit and said to Seiber, "Thank you for your help.
"This city is terrible, Mr. Saber. From the bottom of my heart, I don't like people like you who use violence to solve problems. But Robin is a good police officer. She and Mr. Gordon are the only two good people in the entire Gotham Police Department. So, thank you for everything you've done for Robin. But if you do something unjust and I see it …"
"Justice?"
Saber raised his eyes and looked at Rachel, "As an adult in your twenties, do you really believe in this?"
Rachel nodded. Saber wasn't the first person to ask this question. She was already used to answering this question.
"I believe!"
"Even in Gotham?"
"Yes, even in Gotham!"
Saber looked at Rachel. He didn't want to miss a single detail on her pretty face. In the end, he saw the determination in Rachel's eyes. He was no stranger to this kind of gaze. In this dark era, these people were the hope that held on to the light. But he didn't like people like this.
He suddenly remembered the trip to the narrow island. He muttered for a few seconds and leaned against the wall.
"Do you know? Miss Rachel, in this modern city, there's a slum that I can't imagine. I don't even want to step into it. I killed someone there, about 2-3 hours ago. "
Rachel's expression turned serious but Saber didn't mind. He just wanted to use this incident to test Rachel's nature.
There were some people who claimed to be righteous, but in reality, they were stubborn fools. What they pursued was not justice at all, but a goal of self-obsession. True righteous people knew how to compromise and sacrifice some principles in exchange for the realization of justice. Seiber had to see if Rachel was such an idiot. He didn't want a bigot to appear by his side.
You've seen Catherine, right … That's the child I saved. You can go and see the scars on her body. You probably won't be able to understand something like that in your life. I killed him. No, no, no. Maybe if you go now, you can save that fatty. I left him there to die. By the way, do you know where he got the money to buy the drug? "
Rachel didn't answer but she had already guessed the answer. She felt powerless. Every time she heard these things that she and her righteousness couldn't change, she would feel like her righteousness was no more than a joke.
She looked at Saber's eyes that were as dark as the abyss. She even tried to avoid looking at him.
"Fufu … Do you still believe in righteousness now?"
Saber took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He buried his face in the rising smoke.
"Pops is right. Based on what I've seen in the past three days, this city is hopeless. Rachel, you don't belong here. Your job will get you killed sooner or later. Boshkin's incident was just a trigger. I can imagine how many people want you dead … As a woman, you should know that there are many things in this world that are scarier than death … So, as a friend, Rachel, I have to say …"
She felt the sincerity in Saber's words. Even though this was only their second meeting, she still interrupted Saber's persuasion and smiled at him.
"No, this is my choice. I was born here, I grew up here, I will stay here. I believe that the things I look forward to will come back. Also, I'm sorry, Saber, I was wrong. You're a good person. You're much better than most people in this city."
Saber shrugged. He extinguished the cigarette on the window and made a helpless expression at Rachel.
"Alright, then remember my number. If your righteousness can't solve the problem, I'll try my best to rush over and help you …"
The young man grinned.
"But I don't have a driver's license and the traffic in Gotham is terrible. So, I don't know if you can hold on until I come over to save you. You better bring some useful self-defense items. Yes, what I mean is, the taser you have with you won't be able to protect you!"
This time, it was Rachel's turn to be surprised. The beautiful prosecutor hugged the file and widened her eyes.
"How did you know that I have a taser with me?"
Saber's eyes scanned her curvaceous body. He retracted his gaze and said awkwardly, "How should I put it? Next time, you should wear looser clothes."
With people coming and going, Rachel's face turned red, but she couldn't do anything. She glared fiercely at Saber and turned to leave. However, Saber took a step forward and placed something in her hand.
"Only a sharp object can protect you. Aim it at those bastards who try to bully you and stab them with the sharp end. Don't worry, they won't die. It can also tell others not to mess with you!"
Rachel didn't need to look down to know what Saber had placed in her hand. It was a sheathed dagger. She gritted her teeth and looked at Saber, who turned to leave and waved at her. In the end, she kept the dagger in her handbag.
But soon, when Rachel walked into her office, she met a guy she didn't want to meet.
"Madam Rachel, I'm glad to see you here."
Klein, who came out of the District Attorney's Office, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He seemed to be very happy to see the assistant prosecutor, but under the illumination of the street lights, a touch of coldness flashed in the depths of his misty eyes.
He had a typical white American face, brown hair, and looked a little thin and gentle. He wore a fitting and well-ironed suit and carried a black briefcase in his hand. He had the temperament of a high-level intellectual, but it was hard to like him, if one had to describe him.
He was like a poisonous snake crawling under the sun. No matter how bright his appearance was, no matter how beautiful his scales were, it couldn't hide his vicious nature.
This guy must not have too many friends!
Rachel saw Klein walking towards her. She was a little surprised, but she quickly recovered. She gave Klein a kind and unapproachable smile.
"Dr. Klein, I rarely see you at this time of the day. What's wrong? Are you going to appear in court to defend those assassins again? … And, call me Miss, I'm still young! "
Rachel's words were somewhat harsh. Klein's fair face showed a trace of embarrassment and impatience, but he quickly returned to his polite appearance.
"No, Miss Rachel, I was invited by the district attorney to visit Falconi in prison. That old man has already cut his wrist three times in seven days. I have to confirm if he has any special mental illness."
Dr. Klein waved his hand at Rachel and said in a slightly deliberate manner, "Don't worry.
"Hey, why am I telling you this … Anyway, whether he has any mental illness or not, I will do my best to complete my job. Oh right, good night, Miss, go back and rest early."
Klein reached out to stop a taxi and quickly left the district attorney's office. However, Rachel's expression turned cold. Klein was definitely a bad guy. As Gotham's most famous psychiatrist, he had helped Falconi's assassins get off the hook many times. This time, he was going to help Falconi again. His purpose was self-evident!
However, she touched her file and thought about the information that the guy dressed like a bat gave her last night. Rachel's face revealed a cold smile.
"Just you wait, Klein, this time I won't let you get away with it so easily!"
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