Batman still remembered that when he had first become a hero, someone had asked him: if he needed evidence too, then what was the difference between him and those useless cops?
And now, the facts he had uncovered himself proved that what Schiller had told him back then was right. In a place like Gotham, the law was less than a joke.
Or rather, the law anywhere had no way of dealing with people like Falcone. He had never killed anyone with his own hands. He had not even incited anyone, nor had he ever ordered a gunman to assassinate someone.
All his enemies had been killed by others, devoured by the wolves seeking to follow him and claim greater profits. Yet Falcone, Gotham's uncrowned king for decades, the godfather revered and feared by everyone, was far cleaner than them all.
It made all laws, trials, and convictions seem like jokes. Those who killed for him were merely driven by profit, clearing every obstacle from Falcone's path. Batman knew that even if he brought Falcone before a court now, the judge would have no way to convict him.
Just as they had been unable to convict the murderer of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.
As Batman delved deeper into the meaning of law, he received a call from Schiller, telling him to come to his office. In an instant, he tossed that profound sociological question aside, because he knew he might be facing an even greater problem.
When Bruce arrived at Schiller's office, he found Lex there as well. He immediately knew that this bigger problem might have just doubled.
If there was anything in the world that required him and Lex to work together to solve, Bruce was already wondering whether Schiller had become dissatisfied with the sun's position.
Bruce