Under the cover of night, faint light spilled from the offices of the Gotham Police Department. Gordon stood by the window, lighting a cigarette.
Behind him, Batman was organizing his gear at the desk. Gordon exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "Honestly, after so long in Gotham, I've seen every kind of scum there is—robbery, murder, drugs, selling out friends, betraying family... but someone like Constantine? That was a first even for me.
"I admit, saving him might be difficult, but we can't just let him go on like this. I can't stand by and watch someone destroy himself..."
"Even if you hadn't said anything, I would have kept an eye on him."
Gordon turned around, raised his brows slightly, and looked Batman over. "You really do seem to be watching him closely. Why? Just because he's a criminal on probation?"
"Do you know why Schiller let him go?" Batman lowered his head, wiping the sharp edge of a Batarang.
"He was fully capable of trapping Constantine in a dream. Even if he didn't do that, he could have knocked Constantine out, handed him over to you, and sent him to trial."
"A trial? With all due respect, even if he received an absolutely fair trial, the final result would only be confinement in a psychiatric hospital. Look at the state he's in—would you believe he wasn't mentally ill?"
"But I do find it strange. Schiller doesn't seem like the kind of person who goes looking for trouble. He let such a Big Trouble into Gotham City—didn't he consider how much chaos he might cause?" Gordon asked, puzzled.
"Clearly, he did consider it, and he knows exactly what he's doing. Do you think Constantine told the truth?"
"Hmm... I'd say most of it was probably true. At least the