When Gordon received the emergency call, he merely rubbed his forehead and said nothing. He looked at Batman standing in the corner of the room and said, "I told you, it's not that I don't want to explain. I just don't have time. If you're free, do me a favor."
As he put down the phone, Gordon looked at him and said, "Someone reported that Willie, one of the protesters, had found his daughter murdered. The house is covered in blood. Violent cases are happening one after another, and we don't have enough manpower. Go take a look."
Batman had not wanted to move, but Nightwing walked in. He looked utterly exhausted, with wounds on his face, yet he still stood before the desk and said, "Things on Lark Street have been dealt with. Seventeen people died, and thirty-six were rescued. We caught the killer, but he only admitted to having a personal grudge against the factory manager."
Gordon showed no expression, neither anger nor sorrow. Nightwing sensed that something was wrong and looked at Gordon searchingly.
Soon, Gordon stood up and looked at Nightwing. "I'll resign as Director. For the time being, keep doing a good job, just as you are now."
"What?!" Nightwing stared at him in disbelief. "You're resigning?! How can you resign at a time like this?? Gotham needs you, Director!!"
Batman looked at Gordon as well. He had not expected Gordon to choose this moment to resign.
"Gotham does need me, but it may not need James Gordon as Director of the Police Department." Gordon lowered his head. "I can't let a fifteen-year-old child bear such responsibility."
Neither Batman nor Nightwing understood what he meant. Only Gordon himself knew that while Willie's daughter's identity could indeed arouse people's sympathy, a little girl who had not