Sweet highs, accurate mids, deep lows

"Nonsense, do you think I'm some kind of bad person?"

From a legal perspective, sentencing you to more than ten years wouldn't be unfair.

"From a legal perspective, sentencing Batman like this isn't unfair." Roland rolled his eyes. "Some things, while legally problematic, are morally..."

"I know it's impossible to maintain order in this city while also upholding the law, but I'll stick to my principles." Gordon's phone rang again. He shook his head helplessly and answered, "Hello..."

"Hello, Commissioner Gordon." It was an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone. The surrounding noise was somewhat chaotic, like being at a banquet.

"Who are you?" Gordon asked, puzzled.

"I am Carmine Falcone."

"The Roman, what are you doing calling me?" Gordon felt instantly sober after hearing the other party's identity.

"I just want to make friends with you. I wonder if Commissioner Gordon would be willing to accept the Falcone family's friendship?" Falcone's voice was very gentle, without a trace of threat.

"I refuse."

"I'm sorry you made the wrong choice, but I'm still giving you a chance..."

Before Falcone could finish speaking, Gordon hung up the phone.

"What a... shame." Falcone he listened to the busy tone on his phone, seemingly feeling sorry for Gordon.

"Dad, what happened to you...?" Alberto Falcone asked as he walked over.

"It's nothing, it's an adult matter. Alberto, you should be chasing after pretty girls, not frowning over things that have nothing to do with you..." Carmine Falcone smiled and pointed to the focus of the dinner party, "Look at Bruce, you should learn from him how to charm girls."

The Gordon family.

"Looks like they're about to make their move." Gordon hung up the phone. He didn't believe that Gotham City's biggest Mob boss would call him, say a few harsh words, and then just leave it at that.

"It must be the middle of the night," Roland said. "Don't worry, I'll try to keep things quiet and not wake your son."

"That kid often wakes up in the middle of the night... and then cries his eyes out." Gordon shrugged. "But I've figured out how to get him back to sleep. It only takes half an hour, so you can do whatever you want with him."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Roland nodded, glancing at Gordon's Bowers & Wilkins speaker. "Wow, a Nautilus speaker, that's some good stuff..."

Since its debut in 1993, the Nautilus loudspeaker has become one of the world's top loudspeakers for its superior sound quality and unique design. To minimize distortion and improve sound quality, the Designer used a matrix-style frame, which was ultimately designed in the shape of a nautilus shell, hence the name.

"This was a gift from Bruce. You don't intend to use this, do you?" Gordon was taken aback. "The noise might get Barbara to kick us both out."

"Ahem... They're still awake, aren't they? Let me hear it..." Roland looked at the stereo with a hint of envy.

"Then I'll go and ask my wife for permission."

"... come on."

Soon, rock music started playing in Gordon's house.

"There's a girl but I let her get away."

"It's all my fault cause pride got in the way."

"And I'd be lying if I said I was ok."

"About that girl the one I let get away."

"The high notes are sweet, the mid-range is accurate, and the low notes are deep; in short, they are crystal clear," Roland exclaimed with great enjoyment.

Gordon came out of his room upstairs. "Damn it, can't you play something cheerful? Barbara's about to cry."

"She's only happy because you're about to cry," Roland said to Gordon, mimicking Joker's dance. "Even if I put on a good day, she still won't be happy."

"Damn!"

"Go and appease your wife. If you don't know how, I can teach you," Roland said.

"You talk as if you know how to sweet-talk your wife." Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Of course, even though I don't have a wife, I know how to charm girls," Roland said confidently. "Form doesn't matter; the key is sincerity."

"Go away... I'd rather ask Harvey; he seems to have figured it out now."

You mean Harvey? Can he even compare to me?

Gilda's house.

Gilda, who had been busy all day at the Psychology Clinic, opened the door and immediately saw a path lined with Rose.

"Oh..." Gilda took off her shoes, stepped on the petals and walked forward, and then saw Harvey, dressed in his finest, sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

Candles and incense were lit on the table, along with red wine, ham, and several desserts.

"You're a little late today." Harvey stood up, took a glass of red wine, and put his arm around Gilda's waist.

"So I think... we should get straight to the point." Gilda picked up her wine glass, clinked it with Harvey's, and then downed it in one gulp. "Is this your Latour collection? Is today some special occasion? You've opened it all."

"Every day with you is special." Harvey took a sip of his drink. "Cheers."

An hour later, Harvey lay in bed, quietly contemplating life. He thought of his friends, wondering how their romantic relationships were going.

Bruce is a playboy; he's never short of girls, but no girl can truly hold onto his heart.

Gordon has been married for a while, but he doesn't seem to be able to balance work and family... I used to be like that too, but I'm doing okay now.

Roland... who knows what he's thinking.

The Gordon family.

Several men dressed in black, carrying guns, quietly went upstairs.

"Gordon, is he still awake at this hour? Where does he get the energy to pick a fight with us during the day?" one of the men in black asked, puzzled, upon hearing the music.

"He probably can't sleep. I heard his son was just born recently; it's perfectly normal for babies that age to cry at night."

"... You don't even have kids, how come you talk like you have experience?"

"My younger brother was like this when he was born, what's wrong with that?"

"Shut up," John Vitti his men in a low voice. "Gordon used to be a special forces soldier. His marksmanship and Martial Arts are excellent. Don't let your guard down, or Gordon will shoot you dead."

"How could this be... there are so many of us."

"Yes, and his wife and child are here. No matter how powerful he is, do you think a woman who has just given birth and a child less than a year old can resist him?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about it." John Vitti frowned, gently pried open the Gordon's door with a wire, rolled inside, and after finding no one there, gestured to the others behind him, signaling them to Mob down and come in.

The stereo was still playing music in the living room, but when they came in, the music suddenly switched to the next song.

As the intro to "Never Gonna Give You Up" began, the Mob present suddenly felt like they had been tricked.