After retaliating with a knee to the Joker, the wounded Captain Gordon clutched the gunshot wound in his lower abdomen and rushed toward the small chapel.
"That bastard can turn toys into weapons!"
God knew what kind of terrifying ability that was.
Especially in the hands of a madman—didn't that mean he had an endless supply of weapons?
He arrived before the small chapel.
It was silent.
"Hiss—!!" Captain Gordon pressed down on the bullet wound with his left hand while raising his pistol with his right.
He braced the door with his hand and shoved it open with all his strength.
Creeeak~
The heavy chapel door slowly opened beneath Captain Gordon's weight.
Directly opposite the doorway was a shattered window.
The golden sunlight was blinding, and Gordon could not help squinting.
Only after his eyes adjusted to the golden light did he clearly see what was inside the chapel.
The morning sunlight streamed through the broken window and fell upon the Dark Knight.
The golden light draped him in a layer of gilded armor.
Batman stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, silently watching him.
"This is..." Gordon looked at the pile of corpses on the ground, his throat working as he swallowed.
"Toyman is very cunning, but according to my investigation, someone else killed these people." Batman's brief answer explained the cause of the horrific scene before him.
As the world's greatest detective, Batman could easily reconstruct the course of events. He never needed to falsely accuse anyone.
No matter what, Toyman really was a bastard.
Batman said to Captain Gordon, "It seems we'll have to continue working together in the future."
"Work together? With a criminal?" Gordon raised his pistol, aiming it at Batman. "As captain, my duty does not allow me to