Gordon glared at Bruce. After a while, he patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "All right, I admit it. What I said when I tried to persuade you before was a little extreme. I know you're a good person, doing everything you can to help others. You shouldn't be wanted."
"Stop messing around, Bruce. This is a matter of life and death. The Angelica Theater Troupe has only been in Gotham for a few days, and their most famous leading actress has already been murdered. She had a great many fans. We need to give the public an explanation."
"Besides..." Gordon sighed. "Vicki had an excellent reputation in the industry. Everyone said she was a beautiful, gentle, genius actress. If she gave up theater and tried her luck in Hollywood, she would certainly have achieved great success."
"We can't stand by and watch such an innocent life be taken, Bruce. You should be able to analyze some clues, shouldn't you?"
"I..." Bruce's arms trembled slightly. He could not feel the constriction of solid armor around them, nor the drag of wind against his cape. There was no mask on his face, no weapons at his waist, and more importantly, no one here was waiting for Batman to appear.
He was no longer Batman.
Countless scattered clues whirled through his mind, yet they could not form a complete chain of logic. Something was obstructing his thoughts. Bruce focused and looked closely, only to discover that it was Bruce Wayne's memories.
Debauchery, absurdity, chaos, accomplishing nothing—this was Bruce Wayne, a hopeless fool and a rotten person. Ten years ago, he had failed to save his parents. Today, he could not save anyone either.
Seeing that Bruce did not respond, Gordon stamped his foot and said, "Please, I honestly don't know who