As mentioned before, Gotham's first law was that no matter how correct and proper the beginning of something was, the people of Gotham would inevitably turn it into a complete mess. Gotham's second law was that Gothamites believed in neither ghosts nor gods.
It was hard to say why the citizens of a city on the American East Coast were all such staunch materialists, but that was the truth. Whenever Gothamites saw something they could not understand, something beyond common sense, they never thought of paranormal incidents, divine punishment, or natural disasters. And they certainly did not scream and flee in panic.
When faced with such a situation, every native Gothamite had only one reaction: find a gun, pull the trigger, empty the magazine, then walk over and make sure whatever they could not understand was truly dead.
This was, in fact, another manifestation of natural selection, because people who panicked and only knew how to run could not survive in Gotham City.
Thus, after Fisherman, the first witness in the previous haunting incident, shouted those words, every gangster in the third-floor corridor of the asylum opened fire at once. As muzzle flashes flared, white beams shot straight out through the windows at both ends of the hallway, illuminating the pitch-black night like oversized searchlights.
How could one describe the intensity of the firepower at that moment? Simply put, Batman and Joker fled with their heads down, Penguin and Scarecrow scrambled away on all fours, and Hell Detective Constantine nearly caught the express ride straight to Hell.
Gotham's gangsters might not have looked pleasant on the outside, but on the inside... they were not much better.
That night, they had first been inexplicably woken up by a ghost, then dragged into a fierce gunfight. After fighting for half the night,