Little Bruce looked at Schiller and asked incredulously, "Save Gotham? Give me a break. If they could unite to save Gotham, would Gotham be the way it is now?"
"Yes, if what you said is true, then Gotham is about to be destroyed. But for all these years, hasn't this city been on the brink of destruction every second of every day? Why haven't they been gathering Divine Artifacts from all over the world and working together to solve the root of the darkness?"
"Second, this is absurd. Do you think Jerome could endure working with his brother to save Gotham? How could that lunatic possibly stand it?! Even if he could endure it for a while, once the plan was complete, he'd be the first to pounce on Jerome's twin brother and snap his neck. He's the most vicious madman I've ever seen!"
"And then there's the part I understand least. This is twenty years, not two hundred. Aside from my parents' accidental deaths perhaps needing to be dealt with by later generations, twenty years doesn't even count as two generations, does it? Did they really need such an archaic method as diaries to pass along information?"
Little Bruce leaned forward and looked Schiller in the eyes. "Forget everyone else. Falcone is at least still alive, right?"
"With Gotham's Mafia Godfather still around, and the Four Great Families so united, they have more than enough money and manpower to hire people to search for those metals. Even if they had to pile up bodies, twenty years would have been enough for each of them to collect a ton. Why did they have to use their own family members?"
"Think about it carefully. Twenty years ago, Falcone was at the height of his power. Gotham was both his money tree