Hiding a Little Boy in the Church

"...You don't need to explain that to me." Batman glanced at him, inadvertently catching sight of the disc in Roland's hand with a muscular naked man printed on it. He couldn't help wondering why his friends had such strange tastes.

He paused before saying, "Save it for Gordon. He's a man of principle. If I'm not mistaken, he won't be getting any sleep tonight."

"This is Gotham. How much room is there for principles?" Roland shrugged. "It's not like we have much of a choice... Where'd he go?"

Having gotten the information he wanted, Batman had left without so much as a goodbye.

Before long, however, people from the Wayne Foundation delivered more than a hundred tents, along with sleeping pads, sleeping bags, and other supplies.

After hanging up the phone and confirming that the supplies had arrived, Batman continued doing what he had to do under the cover of Gotham City's night.

He slipped into the home of Rob, commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside the room.

It was already midnight, but Commissioner Rob was still awake, talking on the phone.

"...I never imagined Gordon would actually manage to kill Victor Zsasz. It's simply..."

"...Yes, I know. Having such a capable commissioner in Gotham City is truly reassuring. I just hope a commissioner like him can live a long, healthy life, rather than die in the line of duty."

"I'll do my best to protect such an outstanding commissioner. I won't send him on any dangerous assignments."

"Mm-hmm... By the way, what's his family situation?"

"He has a wife who's due to give birth soon."

"Oh... To think he can still devote himself to work with so much going on at home. But this is when his wife needs