After Miao Mu returned to the Arkham Police Department, he divided up the money and went on medical leave.
Come on, he was not an old workhorse like Gordon, someone who could be called out twenty-four hours a day, all year round. If Gordon had remained on the front lines instead of constantly being promoted and demoted—
He might not have lived to retire at seventy-one.
These past few days, Gotham's biggest news had been the fierce clash between the notoriously corrupt, erratic Gotham Police Department—long mocked by talk show hosts—and the street gangs.
Just as Gotham's citizens were full of anticipation, that eruption of justice triumphing over evil came to a halt. Captain Gordon, Gotham's crime-fighting champion who had worked overtime for five straight days, was reprimanded by Police Commissioner Loeb.
Because he had not only been investigating the Maroni Family, but Falcone as well—and had personally shut down one of Falcone's bars.
"Where is Batman?" Loeb sat behind his desk, his hands clasped before his face as he stared coldly at Gordon.
"...Investigating," Gordon said stiffly.
"Who delivered Maroni last night?" Loeb asked coldly, holding back his anger.
Last night, Maroni, who had been planning to leave Gotham by boat to lie low for a while, had been hung upside down outside the Gotham Police Department in his pajamas. He looked like a roasted fat goose hanging in a butcher shop.
"Batman..." Gordon lowered his head.
"Then what are you still doing here?! Go arrest him! Gotham does not need some reckless lunatic like him!"
Loeb roared in fury. At City Hall, before all those upper-class figures Batman had intimidated, he had personally guaranteed that Batman would be thrown into prison.
And what was Gordon doing here?
He had mobilized officers to raid Maroni Family businesses and crack