A Leg-Breaking Gotham

The police finally broke down the gate; the heavy door panel crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

They rushed in, saw the corpses scattered on the ground, and gasped in horror. They quickly pointed their guns at the only Two-Face.

"Two-Face, surrender."

Gordon looked seriously at the Two-Face who was facing away from them, his gaze sweeping over a coin and a mirror on the table.

"Gordon, it's been a long time."

Two-Face slowly turned around, his handsome face facing Gordon.

His once frenzied gaze was now filled with peace, a calm look that startled Gordon and the other officers.

"Two-faced—no, Harvey, your face has been restored."

Gordon's face was filled with disbelief.

"Yes, it finally recovered in the last moments."

Harvey Dent sighed, raising his hand to gently stroke his once scarred but now smooth face, his eyes revealing complex emotions.

The moment her appearance was restored, her righteous and kind nature took over.

Unfortunately, it's all too late.

Harvey gazed at the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with pain and regret.

He possesses both personalities, and he remembers these crimes clearly; he cannot escape them.

"Harvey ..."

Gordon slowly lowered his gun, looking at his former friend with heartache, his eyes reddening, a thousand words stuck in his throat.

"Gordon, I'd love to talk to you more, but my time has come. I need to go find my Rachel."

Harvey Dent suddenly raised his pistol.

"Etc..."

Gordon reached out to try and stop him, but it was too late.

Harvey Dent's temple burst with blood in mid-air, his body shuddered violently, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Gordon stood there, stunned.

A police officer stepped forward to investigate.

"Chief, the Two-Face is confirmed dead."

"He's not Two-Face, he's Harvey Dent."

Gordon stared at Harvey, who was smiling, for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that his head had a hole in it, he would have looked like he was having a sweet dream.

"Chief, there's a 911 call on Robinson Park Street. Batman broke the legs of a group of robbers."

"Chief, there's a 911 call on Mercy Avenue. Batman broke the legs of a group of gangsters."

"Chief, there's a 911 call on the Sprain River. It's Batman breaking the legs of a group of kidnappers."

The police communicator kept transmitting urgent messages; within just a few minutes, there had already been seven emergency calls.

These successive pieces of news also dispelled the sadness that had just welled up in Gordon's heart.

He took a deep breath and ordered, "Clean up the bodies on the ground, wait for people to come and take them away, then head to the next location immediately. We're going to be busy tonight."

The officers sprang into action, and the once quiet area outside the bank was now filled with a cacophony of noise. Gordon's patrol car, siren blaring, raced toward the new crime scene.

The next day, the gentle morning light bathed the streets and alleys of Gotham.

The citizens of Gotham walked to work with a hint of doubt and bewilderment on their faces.

Why is Gotham so quiet today?

No sharp gunshots suddenly rang out.

There was no deafening explosion.

There was no roar of speeding cars.

The gangsters who usually partyed in the streets at this time of day were nowhere to be seen; their arrogant and domineering figures seemed to have vanished overnight.

The shops on both sides of the street were open for business as usual, with no broken iron gates or shattered windows.

The tranquility was unlike anything in Gotham; this unusual peace both surprised and disoriented them, as if they were in a strange yet beautiful dream.

Of course, not all places are quiet.

Gotham's hospitals are overflowing, especially the orthopedics departments, where the corridors are packed with people and groans fill the air.

The thousands of patients needing bone setting and the hundreds needing amputation kept medical staff extremely busy.

Even so, some people still went to the neighboring Metropolis.

"No, why can they reattach their limbs, but I have to have mine amputated!"

A man with tattoos on his upper body roared, his bulging facial muscles trembling with rage.

"Your bones are shattered into dozens of pieces; they can't be put back together like a jigsaw puzzle. Amputation is the only option."

An orthopedic surgeon spoke calmly, though his voice betrayed exhaustion and helplessness.

"I'm from the Dmitri Family. If you can't fight back today, I'll make your whole family pay with their lives for my legs."

The man threatened him menacingly.

"Yeah?"

The orthopedic surgeon, completely unfazed, arrived at the door and shouted loudly:

"The Dmitri Family wants my entire family to be buried with them. Who among you agrees?"

For a moment, the corridor fell silent.

"The Falcone Family disagrees."

"The Marone Family disagrees."

"The Chechen Gang disagree."

"The Gamble Gang disagrees."

"The Sionis Family disagrees."

"Which bastard is using the Dmitri Family's name to swindle people? Drag him out and bury him!"

Immediately, voices of opposition rose from various families and gangs, making the already noisy hospital corridor even more chaotic.

Are you kidding me? Orthopedic surgeons are a scarce resource these days. What will you do if you bury them?

Two burly men in black suits rushed in, grabbed the tattooed man, and ran out.

"Doctor, I... Ahhh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a burly man grabbed his leg hard, and excruciating pain shot through his entire body, causing him to faint instantly.

A white-haired butler walked in with steady steps, took out a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket, and handed them over with both hands.

"Doctor, I'm so sorry this person impersonating our family has caused you trouble. This is a small token of my apology. I wonder if you could treat my husband?"

"Sure."

The doctor readily agreed, a hint of surprise on his face.

He quickly took the banknotes and casually put them into the drawer, which was already filled with various rings, necklaces, and money.

It was tiring, but I made money.

A satisfied smile appeared on the doctor's face as he turned to prepare to treat the new patient.

The atmosphere in Arkham was eerie at this moment.

Countless criminals sat in chairs, their faces bruised and swollen.

Their expressions were pained and helpless, their eyes blankly fixed on the Batman in front of them who hadn't stopped talking since yesterday.

The guards on the perimeter watched with curiosity; this was the first time they had ever seen Batman manage to subdue everyone.

"I've always been curious, don't you get pimples from wearing so much white powder on your face? Of course, I never cared about that before, but it's different now, I love my face!"

I used Vanessa's Youth Serum every day for skincare. Oh, and I even used some on my brother too. But Vanessa found out and broke up with my brother. But I bought him a Youth Essence and we got back together. We both used it.

Oh, by the way, you probably don't know what youth is, so let me explain...

Deadpool continued talking non-stop.

"..."

The Joker listened to this nonsense with lifeless eyes, his original smile fading away, and his exaggerated makeup now looked somewhat listless, as if his soul had left his body.