The Truth always came so suddenly, yet when the veil of mystery was lifted, no matter how difficult it was to accept, people had to learn to accept it.
Gordon looked worriedly at the bound Barbara. She was his daughter. They had been father and daughter for so many years; even if she had truly become a vampire—indeed, the Vampire King—his feelings for her could not be cast aside so easily.
At that moment, Schiller stepped forward and patted his shoulder. He first gave Dick a look, sending Dick and the real Barbara upstairs together. Then he led the somewhat dazed Gordon to the porch behind the manor. Alfred watched over the fake Barbara, while the other Robins went back to rest and prepare for the hard battle ahead.
With trembling hands, Gordon took out a cigarette. After taking a deep drag, he sat on the porch railing, elbows braced on his knees, head lowered in silence.
Schiller sat beside him and said, "You're thinking about those videos."
"Yes." Gordon's voice was bitter. "But all my professional experience is telling me that the videos are real. Barbara did this."
"Yes, Barbara did this." Schiller did not deny it. "She admitted it herself. She did all those things, and she remembers them."
Gordon looked up at Schiller, because he felt that the man was not merely repeating his words, but emphasizing something.
But Gordon's mind was blank now. He had no leads, nor could he ignore the evidence and forcibly defend Barbara.
"What about the things she doesn't remember?" Schiller prompted. "There are things only you remember. Aren't you going to think about them?"
Only then did Gordon understand. Schiller meant the time when Barbara had still been an infant, but that had been too long ago. He truly could not