Chief Detective Gordon stood at the entrance to Wayne Manor and pressed the doorbell again.
One hand rested on the Glock pistol inside his coat as he warily watched the door.
Too many of his leads pointed here.
This wealthy young man, traumatized in childhood, had lived in seclusion here all along. But according to Gordon's own investigation...
The elusive killer who had appeared and disappeared throughout Gotham, gunning people down in public without the slightest restraint...
Was very likely him: Bruce Wayne.
Though he had leads, Gordon had no evidence. After thinking it over, he had decided to come investigate personally.
With a click, the door opened.
A somewhat thin Alfred stood in the doorway and asked warmly, "How may I help you, sir?"
"Chief Detective of Gotham. I need to see Mr. Wayne."
Gordon pulled out his identification from inside his coat, flashed it, then raised his eyes to peer inside.
Alfred's expression immediately turned cold.
Gordon understood. No one would look pleased to find the police at their door asking to see someone in their home.
"I need to ask Mr. Wayne about something. He may be involved in dangerous activities, and I believe that is something you would not wish to see either," Gordon patiently explained.
Alfred considered it, then pulled the door open and gestured inside. "You may wait here."
Gordon stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the elegant antique furniture and the expensive paintings on the walls.
He searched patiently, like a police dog seeking out dangerous materials, ready to sound the alarm at any moment.
"Chief Detective Gordon... what did you want, coming to my home so late at night?" Bruce, out of his gear and dressed in pajamas, stood at the top of the stairs with the irritation of someone who had