Sweet highs, clear mids, deep lows

"Nonsense. What, am I some kind of bad guy?"

"Legally speaking, sentencing you to a dozen years or so wouldn't be unjust."

"Legally speaking, neither would giving Batman the same sentence." Roland rolled his eyes. "Some things might be questionable from a legal standpoint, but morally..."

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

"Commissioner Gordon, hello." The voice on the other end was unfamiliar. There was a lot of background noise, as though the caller were at a banquet.

"Who is this?" Gordon asked, puzzled.

"This is Carmine Falcone."

"The Roman. Why are you calling me?" Hearing who it was sobered Gordon up instantly.

"I simply wanted to make a friend. Would Commissioner Gordon be willing to accept the Falcone family's friendship?" Falcone's voice was gentle, without a trace of menace.

"No."

"I'm sorry you've made the wrong choice. Still, I'm willing to give you another chance..."

Before Falcone could finish, Gordon hung up.

"What a... shame." Falcone listened to the busy tone and sighed, seemingly feeling sorry for Gordon.

"Dad, did something happen...?" Alberto Fal