Batman and Batwoman rushed to the neighborhood they had once suspected and, sure enough, spotted Bruce there. He had not grown old, only more mature.
The two followed Bruce home. More precisely, after Bruce returned home, they deduced his address from the lights shining through the windows, then climbed onto his balcony.
Through a gap in the curtains, they saw an old man lying on the bed.
Bruce put the groceries away in the refrigerator one by one, walked into the room, sat beside the old man's bed, and switched on the bedside lamp.
From the corner of the balcony, Batman saw that it was Gordon. But he had aged beyond recognition, his hair white, his body thin and withered, his eyes vacant.
"Sheriff Ge Yin got divorced," Bruce said. "Her second husband cheated on her and was also suspected of sexual bribery. She's fighting him in court for custody, and things aren't looking good."
Gordon merely stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, his gaze unchanged. Batman and Batwoman both heard Bruce say, "I know she came to see you twenty years ago, but it wasn't because of the Claw Killer. You sent her to investigate me."
"You had her find the files on the case where you were shot all those years ago. You suspected I was the one who fired the gun."
At last, Gordon slowly turned his eyes toward Bruce and stared at him through cloudy pupils. Bruce said, "You saw me, didn't you?"
Gordon slowly turned his eyes away again.
Batwoman looked at Batman from the balcony. Neither of them seemed surprised, because they had already guessed it.
Gordon had sent that policewoman to retrieve the old case files, yet wanted to hide it from everyone, including Bruce. That was not normal.
Even if he had been