r18novel Chapter 28 I'm going
Chapter 28 I'm going
"Check where this car went."
Batman pressed his earpiece, and the hoarse, throat-related voice sent a shiver down the spine of the person on the other end.
"I guessed so, young master. After all, you went through all that trouble to install it, surely not just to add some trivial decoration to that bread cart."
Inside the enormous cave, an elderly man with gray hair was sitting in front of a computer, typing away.
This naturally formed underground cave has been transformed into an office space, where various high-tech products are displayed. Bats, hearing the noise, fly around overhead, making sounds.
This place is just like a secret base in a popcorn blockbuster. In terms of actual effect, it's not much different, since they're all doing shady things anyway.
The screen displayed the bread truck's trajectory.
"This route... I think you're right, young master, they're heading straight for Arkham."
Alfred transmitted the images analyzed by the computer to the Batmobile. "So what are you going to do next? You can't just go in alone, can you?"
Unable to get a response from Batman, Alfred sighed helplessly.
"Please be considerate of an elderly person's fragile heart. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. You have a banquet to attend the day after tomorrow. How are you going to explain these bruises then? Another exercise pushing the limits of human endurance?"
Anyone with even a slight understanding of the Batman character knows that Batman's name is Bruce Wayne, the only son of the Wayne family. After the death of his parents, he inherited the Wayne Enterprises and the plantation, and he has a father-son relationship with the old butler who raised him.
Alfred was this butler.
Before Bruce grew up, he faithfully guarded the legacy left by old Thomas, protecting young Bruce from accidental death.
Even after Bruce grew up and traveled to various countries around the world, he always stayed at Wayne Manor, waiting for his young master to return.
Now, Bruce Wayne has grown up and finally returned to Gotham after years of wandering.
Alfred did not approve of his decision to become Batman.
That's too dangerous. This child I've watched grow up might die right before my eyes one day.
But he also knew that the boy might never have left the alley that night.
That dark alley swallowed up a family of three.
He brought out an empty shell, but now that empty shell has struggled to grow flesh and blood, and has grown into a hero called Batman.
How could Alfred bear to let him walk alone?
Thus, when Batman appeared before the public, his initial partner, a support staff named "Penny One," was born.
"One penny," Batman said in a low voice, "I know what to do."
The Batmobile, now under his control, stopped in front of him. Batman then drove off in the opposite direction, going in the opposite direction from Arkham.
Seeing that his words had some effect, Alfred breathed a sigh of relief.
At least tonight, he doesn't have to worry about being greeted by a bloodied young master in the bat cave.
"So where are you headed?"
"I suspect this is related to the Arkham Asylum bombing."
Batman sped through the streets in his car. "I'm going to investigate."
"Well," Alfred muttered to himself, "maybe the police station would welcome a guy dressed like a bat more than an asylum."
Batman pretended he hadn't heard anything.
Gotham City Police Department.
The central hall, staffed 24 hours a day, was brightly lit, even brighter than during the day.
Brock and Gordon left the lobby one after the other and headed towards the underground parking lot.
"I told you they wouldn't agree."
Brock spread his hands. "Now what are we going to do? Without an arrest warrant, we don't have the authority to search Arkham, and we can't do anything."
After obtaining the evidence from Jung Eun, he and Gordon submitted documents to their superiors and applied for an arrest warrant.
Police Inspector Essen didn't say anything, Gordon thought it was a good start, but Brock remained pessimistic.
He's been with the GCPD much longer than Gordon. Essen is a good person, but she's just a police inspector.
Sure enough, the application I submitted at noon was rejected before I even had dinner, because the evidence was deemed insufficient.
Gordon went to Essen unwillingly, but Essen could only give him a helpless look.
Look up; that's the reason why the arrest warrant hasn't been issued.
Many things cannot be explained in words but can only be understood intuitively. Gordon realized what Essen wanted to express, and he turned to look at Brock, who was chasing after him. Brock had an expression that said, "I knew it."
He looked at Brock, then at Essen. "So you all knew?"
You all know this won't work, you all know the bureau chief is corrupt?
Gordon's suppressed rage swept his gaze over the people around him, but no one was willing to meet his eyes, nor was anyone willing to give him a straight answer.
Essen patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "Go back."
Gordon was unwilling to leave just like that, so Brock put his arm around his shoulder and forcibly pulled him away, saying, "Let's go, it won't do any good even if you stand in Essen's office forever."
Gordon was a stubborn man. When the evidence given to him by his superiors was insufficient, he volunteered to work overtime to organize and supplement the information, determined to fill in the so-called insufficiency in the excuse.
Brock had no choice but to keep up with him, and it wasn't until now that he was finally ready to go home.
It wasn't that he wanted to harm Gordon, but the problem was undeniable. No matter how perfectly Gordon wrote his application, the arrest warrant wouldn't be approved.
"Try again tomorrow, there's always a way."
Gordon was unwilling to give up. "If all else fails, I'll go to Arkham myself."
Brock thought he was crazy. "You know that's Roman territory. They might not shoot a policeman in broad daylight, but if something really happens, no one can protect you."
"Just going to check things out, it's no big deal," Gordon said. "Who else could go?"
"I'll go."
The sudden sound from the darkness startled Brock. He instinctively placed his hand on the gun at his waist and shouted, "Who goes there!"
"Don't be nervous, I know him."
Gordon walked forward. The figure that emerged from the darkness was someone he had interacted with several times before, someone he could talk to with with peace of mind.
The draped cloak, the sturdy armor, the bat emblem on the chest, and the two pointed ears on the top of the helmet—the newcomer's identity was unmistakable.
Brock was astonished.
He shouted out incredulously the common name people had recently come to call the man before him.
"Batman?"
He looked at the strange, dark-skinned man in front of him, then at Gordon. "Do you know the department is after him?"