Popping the champagne at halftime

Francesca Hamilton, a very famous Dispatcher in Gotham City.

He became famous not because of his outstanding work performance, but rather because he was a guy who often neglected his duties at work.

On one occasion, a woman returned home feeling that her house had been invaded. In order not to alert the intruder, she only told the police that she needed to order takeout.

If she had encountered a quick-thinking and responsible Dispatcher, this method would have certainly succeeded; unfortunately, she encountered Francesca Hamilton that day.

Francesca treated the call as a nuisance, and ultimately, the woman was murdered by burglars.

On another occasion, a professor's wife suddenly fainted and lost consciousness. The professor performed CPR on his wife with one hand while calling 911 for help with the other.

He told Francesca, who answered the phone, that his wife had fainted and needed Ambulance. However, Francesca simply said "okay" and hung up without calling Ambulance for the professor. Later, thanks to one of the professor's students who happened to be driving by, the woman was taken to the hospital.

After these two incidents, Francesca's reputation spread, and for a time, when Gotham City called the police, they would first ask if the person on the other end was Francesca.

As for why Francesca wasn't fired from the Police Department despite all this, it was because he had a secret deal with the Police Department and was considered one of Commissioner Rob's men.

"Francesca, how is she?" an older Police asked him.

"It's terrible. The phone rang all night, it's so annoying, and it's always the same thing," Francesca said unhappily. "Don't they know that nobody has time for this, and nobody wants to?"

"Alright, then I'll tell the director that."

"No, tell the director that I have successfully completed the task he assigned me, and there were no problems."

"... Okay then."

"Oh, right, and this too." Francesca pulled out a bottle of Champagne. "Want to have a drink together?"

What are you... celebrating?

"Of course, it's to celebrate that idiot Batman finally being taken down!" Francesca checked the time and popped open the Champagne. "Yes, it's time. Cheers to Batman!"

Several tens of minutes later.

Commissioner Gordon led his team back to the Police Station, where Commissioner Rob, his face dark with rage, roared at him, "Who gave you the authority to send out officers without authorization?!"

"Report, I received a call reporting that criminals had attacked Gotham TV, which is why I decided to respond!" Commissioner Gordon saluted Commissioner Rob and said with a serious expression.

"What emergency number? I don't know anything about it."

"Report! I'm sure I heard the emergency call; Francesca told me herself!"

"What did you say?" Commissioner Rob glared at him. "Go and fetch Francesca for me!"

Two minutes later, a drunken Francesca was carried over.

"Tell me, did you tell Commissioner Gordon that you received an emergency call?" Commissioner Rob was furious as he looked at him.

"No, what emergency call? I didn't say anything..."

"You told me yourself, Chief. If you don't believe me, you can check the recording of the call; there's definitely a police report." Commissioner Gordon glanced at Francesca, who had disliked this colleague for a long time, and added, "He's probably drunk and forgot about it."

"I see..."

"Chief, if I hadn't received the alert, how would I have known a crime had occurred? And how would I have caught the Joker who escaped from Arkham Asylum?" Commissioner Gordon said. "It was Dispatcher Francesca who told me. This time, it was thanks to her timely response that I think..."

"You go and rest first. I need to talk to Mr. Francesca about his drinking problem during work hours." Commissioner Rob with a dark face, pulling Francesca into his Office.

Meanwhile, the Joker was taken to Arkham Asylum.

Two heavily armed Police sat in the car, watching the Joker intently without moving.

The Joker kept trying to make conversation with them, but the two Police remained silent.

"You guys are so boring... I won't miss you after I'm gone." The Joker the Batman Who Laughs maniacally, and suddenly the tires made a loud screech, followed by the police car overturning.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Joker knocked one of the Police unconscious with a headbutt and then kicked another Police in the groin, rendering him unconscious as well.

"Puddin', I've come to pick you up!" Harley opened the car door, threw the two Police out, and unlocked the Joker's hands and feet.

"Well done, that's my girl." The Joker smiled.

"Puddin', you seem quite happy?" Harley found it strange. She had never seen the Joker so Wrath when he left, but now that he'd been captured, he seemed to be in a better mood?

"That's right, that idiot Killer Croc never even caught the Bat's head; it was just a trap to lure me out," the Joker laughed.

"Then why are you so happy?" Harley was even more confused.

"Of course, this means that Bat -Head values me enough and knows me well enough," the Joker laughed heartily. "It's like receiving a custom-made gift from my crush!"

Harley's heart skipped a beat; she felt like something was off.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go," the Joker urged. "April Fools' Day is almost here, and I'm going to give Bat Head a big thank you gift on that day!"

"This is really..." Inside the Batcave, Batman listened to the Joker's declaration and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Young master, what's wrong?" Alfred brought Batman in a cup of Coffee.

"Nothing..." Batman took a sip of his Coffee, "I'm just a little worried about the Joker."

You should take better care of yourself and get some rest.

"I know, Alfred." Batman smiled at Alfred and continued with his work.

Not long after, Batman heard a commotion at the door. He looked up and shouted, "Alfred, what's wrong?"

"Young Master Dick has woken up, and he insists on coming in... I can't stop him..." Alfred was forced through the door by Dick Grayson.

"Dick, what are you doing..." Batman's face darkened.

"That's what I wanted to ask you too. You really fooled me. I actually thought you'd been captured by that bastard Waylon," Dick said unhappily.

"How would I know you'd be in Gotham City?" Batman retorted.