Gotham.
Though Gotham's public safety had improved, crime could never be completely stopped.
As long as people had no way to make a living, they would eventually choose to take desperate risks.
Besides, Gotham's people were naturally kind and honest...
Ajani was a mid-level employee at Wayne Enterprises. In her thirties, she had just been promoted into the company's management.
In high spirits, she had arranged to meet a few friends for a get-together.
Feeling thirsty, she got out of the car to buy a bottle of water.
When she turned around, someone was pointing a gun at her waist.
Ajani jumped in fright, then heard a low voice say, "Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Trembling with fear, she immediately asked, "What do you want? You can have it all."
"My bank cards and cash are in my bag."
She willingly handed over everything of value.
But to her surprise, the robber still chose to shoot.
"Bang!"
At the sound of the gunshot, everyone on the street was startled and hurriedly fled.
"Why?"
Ajani looked dazed as she collapsed in a pool of blood.
She had cooperated, after all.
The robber was full of regret, stunned by what had happened.
The gun in his hand was so old that it had gone off by itself.
This was why you shouldn't point a gun at someone.
But now, all he could do was run.
"Wooo-woo!"
The Gotham police responded quickly.
They had all been trained in the harsh conditions of the past, after all.
When they reached the scene, they saw Ajani slowly getting to her feet in the pool of blood.
"What the hell? What's going on?"
The officer watched as Ajani clutched her stomach, then brazenly used clear tape to "bandage" the wound there.
"Ma'am, you need proper medical