The Police finally broke through the door, and the heavy door panel crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
They rushed in and gasped at the sight of the bodies on the floor, their guns quickly pointing at the only person still standing, Two-Face.
"Two-Face, surrender."
Gordon looked sternly at Two-Face, who was facing away from them, his gaze sweeping over a coin and a mirror on the table.
"Gordon, long time no see."
Two-Face slowly turned around, an handsome face facing Gordon.
His usually mad eyes were now filled with peace, and that calm gaze stunned Gordon and the other Police officers.
"Two-Face, no, Harvey, your face has recovered."
Gordon's face was full of disbelief.
"Yes, it finally recovered in the last moments."
Harvey Dent said with emotion, he raised his hand and gently caressed his once scarred but now smooth face, a complex emotion showing in his eyes.
The moment his appearance recovered, his righteous and kind personality took over.
"It's a pity it's all too late."
Harvey looked at the bodies on the floor, his eyes filled with pain and regret.
Both personalities were him, and he remembered all these crimes clearly, unable to escape.
"Harvey…"
Gordon slowly lowered his gun, looking at his former friend with a heavy heart, his eyes red, thousands of words stuck in his throat.
"Gordon, although I still want to talk to you more, my Death has arrived, it's time for me to find my Rachel."
Harvey Dent suddenly raised his pistol.
"Wait…"
Gordon reached out his hand to try and stop him, but it was already too late.
Bang!
Harvey Dent's temple exploded with blood in the air, his body trembled violently, and he fell weakly to the ground.
Gordon stood frozen in place.
A Police officer stepped forward to check.
"Director, Two-Face is confirmed dead."
"He's not Two-Face, he's Harvey Dent."
Gordon gazed for a long time at Harvey, who wore a faint smile, looking as if he were having a sweet dream, if not for the hole in his head.
"Director, there's a Police call from Robinson Park Street, Batman broke the legs of a group of robbers."
"Director, there's a Police call from Mercy Avenue, Batman broke the legs of a group of gangsters."
"Director, there's a Police call from Splinter River Road, Batman broke the legs of a group of kidnappers."
…
Urgent voices from the Police communicator kept coming, and in just a few minutes, there were already seven Police calls.
These successive messages also dispersed the sadness that had just welled up in Gordon's heart.
He took a deep breath and ordered: "Clean up the bodies on the ground, wait for people to pick them up, and immediately proceed to the next location, we're going to be busy tonight."
The Police officers quickly sprang into action, the once quiet area outside the bank was now filled with noisy sounds, and Gordon's Police car once again blared its siren, speeding towards the new crime scene.
The next day, the morning Sun gently sprinkled over the streets and alleys of Gotham.
The citizens of Gotham walked to work, with a hint of confusion and trance on their faces.
Why was Gotham so quiet today?
There were no sudden piercing gunshots.
No deafening explosions.
No roaring sounds of racing cars.
The gangsters who usually partied on the streets at this time were also gone, those arrogant figures seemed to have vanished without a trace overnight.
Shops on both sides of the street were open for business as usual, with no pried-open iron gates or broken glass windows.
It was so calm that it didn't feel like Gotham, this unusual tranquility made them feel both surprised and a little unaccustomed, as if they were in a strange and beautiful dream.
Of course, not all places were quiet.
All hospitals in Gotham were full, especially the orthopedics department, the corridors were crowded with people, and groans rose and fell.
Thousands of patients needing bone setting, and hundreds of patients needing amputations, kept the medical staff overwhelmed.
This was still with some people running to the neighboring Metropolis.
"No, why can they get their bones set, but I have to have an amputation!"
A man with tattoos on his upper body roared, the flesh on his face trembling with anger.
"Your bones are shattered into dozens of pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle that can't be put back together, so amputation is the only option."
An orthopedic Doctor said calmly, his voice filled with weariness and helplessness.
"I am from the Dmitri Family, if you can't put it back together today, I'll make your whole family accompany my leg to Death."
The man threatened fiercely.
"Is that so?"
The orthopedic Doctor wasn't scared at all, he walked to the door and shouted loudly:
"Someone from the Dmitri Family wants my whole family to accompany his leg to Death, who among you agrees?"
Instantly, the corridor was silent for a moment.
"The Falcone Family doesn't agree."
"The Maroni Family doesn't agree."
"The Chechen Gang doesn't agree."
"The Gambo Gang doesn't agree."
"The Sionis Family doesn't agree."
"Which bastard is using the Dmitri Family's name to swindle people? Drag him out and bury him for me."
For a time, objections from various families and gangs rose and fell, and the already noisy hospital corridor became even more boisterous.
Are you kidding me? Orthopedic Doctors are a scarce resource now, what will they do if you bury him?
Two burly men in black suits rushed in and dragged the tattooed man out.
"Doctor, I… Ahhh!"
Before he could finish speaking, his leg was roughly grabbed by one of the burly men, and a tearing pain spread throughout his body, causing him to faint instantly.
A White-haired butler walked in with steady steps, he pulled out a thick stack of banknotes from his embrace and handed them over with both hands.
"Doctor, I apologize for the trouble this person, who impersonated our family, caused you, this is an apology gift, may I ask if you could treat our Master?"
"Of course."
The Doctor responded eagerly, a hint of surprise on his face.
He quickly took the banknotes and casually put them into the drawer, which was already filled with various rings, necklaces, and money.
Although tired, he was also making money.
A satisfied smile couldn't help but appear on the Doctor's face, and he then turned to prepare to treat the new patient.
At this moment in Arkham, the atmosphere was eerie.
Countless criminals sat on chairs, bruised and swollen.
Each of them had a painful and helpless expression, their eyes blankly staring at Batman, who hadn't stopped talking since yesterday.
The surrounding guards also watched curiously, this was the first time they had seen Batman able to make everyone so obedient.
"I've always been curious, does putting White powder on your face all the time not cause acne? Of course, I didn't care about that before, but now it's different, I love this face so much, I even use Vanessa's youth for maintenance every day, oh right, I also used a little for my brother, but then Vanessa found out, and she separated my brother and me, but I bought a youth serum to reconcile us, both of us. Oh, right, you must not know what youth is, this is where I need to introduce you…"
Deadpool was talking non-stop.
…
Joker listened to these nonsensical words with dull eyes, his usual smiling face couldn't be maintained, and his exaggerated makeup now looked a bit listless, as if his soul had left his body.