My Dad Is a Councilwoman!

"Is that so?"

Hearing Jonathan's words, Falcone replied without looking up.

"Ra's al Ghul is as he always was. Even sitting securely within the League, he still knows everything happening under heaven.

Wraith only appeared a day ago, yet he has already entered his sight. That is truly impressive.

But Jonathan, you should know something about Wraith, shouldn't you?"

As he spoke, Falcone folded the document recording the cargo information and placed it beneath the ashtray.

Then, he saw various photographs of Downton in the second document.

As he examined every detail in the photos, Falcone continued speaking.

"You encountered Wraith even earlier than I did.

When Wraith went to the battlefield near the bus station for the third time yesterday, wasn't it your car that took him there?

Because of that news, I initially thought Wraith was Mr. Ra's al Ghul's secret weapon or prized disciple. I never expected Wraith to have no connection to the League.

That truly surprised me. After all, Wraith's abilities are far too similar to the legends of the League of Assassins..."

Falcone set down the document and cast a sidelong glance at Jonathan.

Meeting Falcone's gaze, Jonathan raised a hand to adjust his glasses, then revealed a gentle smile.

"It seems Mr. Falcone is quite curious about Wraith as well."

"No, not curious about Wraith. Curious about Mr. Ra's al Ghul!"

Falcone interrupted Jonathan.

"Tell Mr. Ra's al Ghul that I greatly look forward to meeting him, because I am very curious how he intends to tame such a troublesome beast as Wraith.

You are a doctor at Arkham Asylum and a professor of psychology at Gotham University. Having met Wraith in person, you should understand just how troublesome he is."

"Indeed."

Jonathan nodded lightly.

"When I first met him, I only took him for one of Gotham's countless madmen.

Whenever night fell, bastards like Downton who disregarded life and death would always linger among women and white powder, causing one meaningless mess after another.

But the truth proved that he was far beyond my expectations. I might as well tell you that he may have even exceeded Mr. Ra's al Ghul's expectations.

The instant Mr. Ra's al Ghul received information about Wraith, he decided to come to Gotham.

In any case, Falcone, please be prepared to meet Mr. Ra's al Ghul at any time."

With that, Jonathan closed his briefcase and rose from the sofa.

After bowing once more, he turned and left Falcone's garden. Once he was gone, Falcone sighed softly.

Once abilities like Downton's were clearly displayed to the world, the world's response would be astonishingly swift.

For now, there was only Ra's al Ghul and the League of Assassins. As for what came later...

Falcone could not help shaking his head.

Would he truly have a chance to get a piece of Downton's pie?

Just as Falcone was thinking that, a graceful beauty emerged from the corridor connecting the garden to the mansion.

Ignoring Falcone's slightly reproachful gaze, the woman walked straight behind him and gently began massaging his shoulders.

Feeling her movements, Falcone frowned.

"I believe I told you to wait for me in the study, Sofia."

"But Father, we haven't seen each other in three years. Do you know how much I missed you?"

Sofia acted coquettishly, then bent down and pressed her cheek against Falcone's.

Even so, Falcone still shook his head in displeasure.

"You missed me? That is an excuse, not a reason.

Sofia, do you want me to think you were eavesdropping on my conversation with a guest?"

"How could I possibly do that, Dad? I'm not interested in the family business.

Besides, you know my fashion brand has been making a fortune. Especially the wide-leg jumpsuits I designed myself, like the one I'm wearing.

My brand is selling like crazy, Dad!"

After replying, Sofia placed her hand on Falcone's forehead and gently massaged his head.

Feeling his daughter's movements, Falcone cooperatively closed his eyes, while Sofia's gaze immediately locked onto Downton's photograph.

As she studied Downton in the picture, Sofia continued acting cute toward Falcone.

"Dad, you promised me that if I made my fashion brand successful, you would invest two hundred million in a fashion movie for me.

Now that my brand is starting to take off, shouldn't you make good on that movie investment you promised me?"

"An investment?"

Hearing that, Falcone lifted his eyes and glanced at Sofia.

Under Falcone's gaze, Sofia stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully.

Seeing that, Falcone helplessly let out a breath.

"The money I promised you will be transferred into your company's account in installments next week. But before that, I want to ask you something. How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-seven, Dad. You can't even remember my age!" Sofia rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I know how old you are, but I hope you do not forget that you are already twenty-seven!

Even if that age is not considered old among so-called socialites, you are not merely a socialite.

Believe me, do not look only at their glamorous side. In some ways, you are far better than they are. Do not demand that you live like that chaotic mess they call a life!"

"So what, Dad? Are you going to introduce me to a man?

Who is your target? Him? An Asian guy?

He looks fairly handsome, but his fashion sense is terrible. Does he always wear those torn-up suits?"

As Sofia talked back, she naturally pulled over Downton's file and pointed at him in the photograph while speaking to Falcone.

Falcone tacitly allowed Sofia to take the intelligence, then nodded lightly at her.

"Take his file and find a way to meet him. I will not force my daughter to make any so-called sacrifice for the family, but I still hope to see sparks between the two of you."

With that, Falcone silently studied Sofia, while Sofia nodded readily.

"Sparks, huh? I'm not good at this, but I'll do my best.

Because you would never lie to me, Dad. Whoever you recommend must be the one best suited for me.

But compared to me, Selina should be much better at seducing men, shouldn't she?

If she did not like women, then she would be the one who truly had seduction in her blood. Why not let her..."

"Shut up. Get out."

Falcone suddenly cut Sofia off, then raised a hand to dismiss her from the garden.

Seeing that, Sofia shrugged, then left carrying Downton's intelligence.

Watching Sofia's retreating figure, Falcone narrowed his eyes wearily.

Even after a brilliant life, few of his children had truly satisfied him.

But on second thought, although Sofia was a handful, she was at least far better than Councilwoman Lawrence's daughter.

Just look at last night's news. Now all of Gotham knew that the Lawrence family had a brainless slut of a daughter.

At that thought, Falcone let out a long breath and continued reading today's Gotham Gazette.

As for the daughter of Councilwoman Lawrence whom he had just mentioned...

At that moment, at the Lawrence residence.

With something weighing on her mind, Heino got up before eight o'clock and kept pacing around the living room with her phone clutched in hand.

In front of the television, Councilwoman Lawrence helplessly shook her newspaper.

"Heino, if you really like walking that much, go walk on the treadmill next door. Stop pacing around the living room like a robot vacuum!"

"Got it, got it! You're so annoying!"

Heino unhappily took her phone back to her bedroom and continued anxiously waiting for Downton's call.

Ever since she learned that the police had not caught Downton, Heino could not wait to see him.

She was Downton's little fangirl. She wanted to be his criminal assistant, to run wild with him, because she loved the thrill of crime too much!

But... why was Downton not calling her?

After waiting until past nine, Heino finally could not stand it anymore.

"If you won't call me, then I'll have to call you!"

After muttering encouragement to herself, Heino bravely dialed Downton's number.

At the same time, in Smallville Town on the outskirts of Metropolis.

Lois Lane, sitting in a coffee shop, suddenly jolted.

"He... he really called!!!"

As she cried out, Lois Lane showed the phone to her father beside her.

Hearing that, General Lane nodded calmly.

"Do not worry. He will not harm a single hair on your head!"

"Then I'll answer it."

Lois Lane nodded, then answered the call.

"Hello, this is Lois Lane. Downton... are you really coming to Metropolis to see me? But I'm in Smallville on an interview assignment, I..."

"Wait, why is it a woman's voice? Lois? Who the fuck are you, you bitch? Why do you have Downton's phone?

That's the phone I gave him! I even chose the number for him myself!"

Heino was instantly enraged by Lois Lane's voice. She brought the phone to her mouth and screamed curses at the utterly bewildered Lois Lane on the other end.

"Lois, right? You're dead! My dad is a Gotham councilwoman, and my mom is the Deputy Secretary of Defense. I'm telling you, you're dead!

You're in Smallville Town right now, aren't you? Wait for me. I'll kill you with my own hands, with my own hands!!!"

I'm doing okay mentally. I'm not that easily crushed. Even though I'm going without recommendations this week, there's still a sliver of hope next week!

Please keep reading, everyone. Let's work together and at least get Downton onto the trial recommendation!