When Bruce opened his eyes again, he saw Alfred's concerned gaze. Hearing movement to his right, he turned and saw Gordon's back.
"He's awake." In a daze, Bruce heard Alfred say it. Gordon then walked over and waved a hand in front of his eyes.
Bruce regained consciousness faster than he had expected. He propped himself up on his arms and looked at Alfred. "Did you bring me back, Alfred?"
"Actually, it was your friend Peter and a lawyer named Matt. They operated the crane and lowered you somewhere safe."
Bruce did not feel any pain anywhere on his body, which meant that although he had passed out in the end, he had not been seriously hurt.
"Ande Jin." Bruce took the glass of water from Alfred, drank a sip, and spoke the name. He turned to Gordon, hoping Gordon could give him an answer.
Gordon lifted the hem of his trench coat and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember him, Bruce."
Gordon lowered his eyes, hesitating to speak. Bruce stared hard at him. Only after standing there and letting out a long sigh did Gordon say, "This is my fault. Back then, I never expected him to go directly to you. You were only a child. Most people wouldn't do that."
"What happened, Jameson?"
Gordon's lips pressed into a taut line. He said, "I'm sorry, Bruce. He actually warned your parents."
At the time, he had been investigating a series of murders involving important figures. After realizing that Mr. and Mrs. Wayne might be the next targets, he had warned them through anonymous phone calls. But your parents had been too busy to pay attention.
"Your father was a good man. His charitable work had helped Ande Jin's family, so Ande Jin didn't give up. He called