Everyone has something they want in their heart. This thing is usually called desire, and desire can't be filled. In the myths, this feeling is called the original sin that people are born with. It's not without reason, because desire itself comes with the birth of life. It's our instinct, the embodiment of the bestial nature flowing in our bones.
When you have 10 dollars, you will crave 100 dollars, then 1000 dollars, and finally 10,000 dollars. This is just money. In human relationships and life, there are always many things more important than money. This kind of desire for important things is also more dangerous.
There are also many things in life that are difficult to get back after you lose them. The longer you lose them, the more painful it will be. For example, treasures, love and family. These are the purest and most beautiful feelings of human beings. In many cases, it can drive human beings to create miracles. But on the other hand, the darkness derived from these beautiful feelings can be unimaginably terrible.
"Hello, Chief, the underground casino in the lower city has been destroyed!"
Inspector Swan's capable voice came from the walkie-talkie, waking Gordon from his daze. The latter grabbed the walkie-talkie and whispered, "Then let's call it a day, Swan. Pay attention to lock up the main suspects in the police station."
"What about the rest? Chief, should I arrest them as well? "
Inspector Swan's voice sounded very enthusiastic, but his request was rejected by Gordon.
"No! There's no need. Let them go. "
"What?"
Inspector Swan's voice suddenly rose a few degrees. This young man who somewhat abhorred evil did not care about the identity of the two at this moment and shouted indignantly, "How can you do that! Chief, we can't let them go... "
"Then what do you want to do? Swan, tell me! "
Gordon's voice also became low, "If we send every gambler we catch to prison, the entire prison in Gotham will be full in less than three days! That place was only used to lock up felons, but it was already overburdened! Where do you want me to find a trustworthy police officer who is willing to take the risk to interrogate them? How many days do you and your brothers have to work overtime to interrogate them? During the time you are busy with a group of meaningless gamblers, how many people will suffer more dangerous threats? "
This series of incisive rhetorical questions left the righteous Detective Swan at a loss for words. Gordon probably realized that his tone was a little too harsh, so he paused for a moment before speaking in a low voice.
"Swan, I know you did a good job in the Central City police station, and I can understand what you want to do by transferring to Gotham with the heart of protecting justice, but do you know what the last person who wanted to do so ended up like? I value you very much, really... I don't want you to become the second Harvey Dent! Everyone is talking about his deeds, but so what? When people die, everything is gone! "
"This is Gotham, Swan. This place has its own set of rules and taboos. This place is different from any other city in other states! ......... Listen to me, send those bastards to the police station, and then go back and rest............... That's an order, Inspector Swan. "
After a moment of silence, Swan's voice was heard.
"Yes, Chief, but I'm not satisfied!".
"I'm not satisfied either! No one will be satisfied... ".
Gordon walked to the office window and looked at the night sky of Gotham. He sighed and said softly, "But this is Gotham. Go, I approve your 5-day leave. I hope this will make you feel better."
Several minutes later, Gordon put down the walkie-talkie in his hand. He leaned against his chair tiredly and leaned his white-haired head against the chair. Thanks to the missing Harvey Dent, over the past two years, more and more young officers who were inspired by justice had chosen to come to Gotham to experience it. Most of them were scared shitless by the vicious criminals of Gotham. Even though compared to the supervillains of the past or even the Gotham Mafia, the criminals of today were so much weaker than the supervillains of the past.
However, Gordon did not hate this. In fact, only when he was tested by real danger, he could determine who was worth nurturing and who was unreliable. Because of the terrible law and order in Gotham, he needed capable police officers and inspectors who could take charge.
"Eddie Swan..."
Gordon took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, and muttered the name silently. Inspector Swan, only 24 years old. He was previously a inspector in Central City, which was considered a transfer. He was a young man with a sense of justice and excellent work ability. Gordon wanted to focus on nurturing him, but every time he saw Swan, Gordon would think of Harvey... This made him afraid to push Swan to a more important position.
He was afraid of repeating the same mistake!
Although Gotham's dark forces were not as strong as before, Swan did not have Batman and The Devil Gang by his side to help him. Even if Batman and the Red Devil worked together, Harvey would still be...
"Hmm. Let's wait and see."
Gordon forced himself to stay awake. He put on his glasses again and prepared to work through the night. Gordon didn't know how long it had been since he last returned home. In fact, ever since he sent his children to study abroad, he had been resisting the idea of returning to his empty home. In the last battle against evil, he had lost his wife, Barbara, who had been with him through thick and thin. He would never forget that night. That night, he had lost a part of his life.
Every time he returned to his house, he would think of the time he spent with Barbara. The collision of these sweet memories and the cold reality always made Gordon so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.
But he could not. After losing the love of his life, other than his children, Gotham was his last faith.
However, no matter how hard Gordon tried to concentrate, his eyes could not stay on the document for too long. His heart was filled with another matter.
"Bang!"
Chief Gordon snapped the pen in his hand in frustration. He took deep breaths as if he was making a difficult decision. In the end, he closed his eyes and took off his glasses. He opened the drawer beside him and took out a folded dark letter. Just by looking at it, this letter had been in his hands for a long time.
He opened it, and there was a short paragraph written on it.
"Dear Chief Gordon, When you read this letter, you should have noticed the current situation of Gotham. For an excellent police officer like you, I never expected our activities to be hidden from your eyes. That's right, we are planning something. I can tell you clearly that we want to take over Gotham! But not to destroy … In fact, we just want revenge. And you, you must know who we want revenge on. "
"When you read this, I think you must be thinking about how to get rid of us. But believe me, you don't have to do that! It's because you have a better choice … Your gentle and virtuous wife, Lady Barbara Gordon. I know very well how it feels to lose one's true love. It's a pain that can crush any warrior. We've been watching you, and we know very well what you need the most right now. "
"Let me tell you, reviving the dead is not a fantasy. And we, we have the ability to do it! I can't prove it to you now, unless you believe me … Or, you can ask The Devil Gang, but I can guarantee that they can't do it! "
"Now, make your choice, Mr. Gordon. Is your city more important, or is your wife more important? It is a pity that you have to make such a difficult decision, but … it is necessary!"
At the end of the letter, there was a clumsy smiley face, as well as a sentence that made Gaden unable to restrain his anger and hatred.
"Do you really think that the culprit, Joker, is dead? No, he is not! Under the protection of your good friend Seb Hawk, he is living a good life. This world is unfair to begin with. A person like him should have died a long time ago, but you can't avenge him with your own hands … But don't worry, I'm giving you the same opportunity now … "
"After you have made your decision, contact us, Chief Gordon … I believe that we will become good friends."
"Fu … Saber Hawke, you really … really and Joker …"
Gordon, who had quit smoking for a long time, took out a cigar from the deepest part of his drawer. He leaned against the chair in a relaxed manner, lit it, and took a deep breath.
"Cough, cough, cough."
A series of coughs broke the silence in the office. Gordon, whose face was flushed red, placed the cigar in front of his eyes. Under the dim lighting in the office, he allowed the mellow smoke to scatter everywhere. His eyes became muddled and blurred, and he maintained this posture for a full five minutes. He looked like a philosopher who was thinking about the future, or like a body that had its soul taken away, leaving only an empty shell under the light.
This was a struggle. In the deepest part of his heart, two voices were screaming madly. One was telling him to take revenge with all his might, and the other was telling him to maintain the status quo, as if nothing had happened.
But the problem was, could he really pretend that nothing had happened? He had seen the person he loved the most fall into a sea of fire, but he could not do anything about it. Then, he was betrayed by a friend that he thought he could trust. All this, all the suffering and torture he had suffered, all the betrayal and lies he had endured, all the weakness and humiliation he had suffered … Could he really pretend that nothing had happened?
If it were you, would you choose to endure it?
"Bang!"
Gordon stood up, pushed the chair away, and picked up the pistol on the table. He held it in his hand and looked at it several times. This gun had been with him for many years, drinking the blood of the criminals, but it had never really done anything for its owner.
If you had spent most of your life working for the light, then it was destined that you would not be able to resist the temptation of falling into the darkness. If the temptation was not enough, then add the bait of the most beautiful thing, the thing that you cherish the most … This was an open and honorable trap. But now, Gordon felt that he had no way out, and there was no other way forward.
He took a deep breath, put out the cigar in the ashtray, and put the pistol in his pocket. He took off his coat and put it on. He glanced at his office, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. But in the next moment, he seemed to feel humiliated by his hesitation. He punched the wall fiercely, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.
It was painful. His skin was scratched, and the friction between his flesh and the wall was painful. But it was not even one-thousandth of what Gordon felt in his heart!
"Although it was difficult … I made the decision after all."
"Bang!"
The lights in the office were completely extinguished at this moment. In the outer corridor, a lonely and silent figure was getting farther and farther away until he completely disappeared around the corner. It was as if he was walking into hell, step by step, without stopping.
What drove people to keep moving forward was never despair, but hope … This was the most vicious and effective strategy. The power of hope could drag a person out of hell, but it could also push a person into it.
Director Gordon was a good man in every sense of the word. He was a decent man, a decent man. He might be wavering, but unfortunately, on this night, he had already walked on another path.
A path with no future, no light or darkness, and no one knew where it led.
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