He Even Had to Thank Us

"Gordon made a move too?"

"He and Batman raided the Maroni Family's drug factory. They should be done by now," Harvey said. "Let's grab dinner tonight and pop a bottle of champagne."

"Doesn't that count as celebrating before the game's over?"

"...Now that you've said that, I suddenly don't feel like opening champagne."

"Just saying." Roland shrugged. "Come on, let's go see them."

In Crime Alley, a man wailed, "I'm with the Maroni Family—"

"So what?" Officer Harvey Bullock roughly pinned him to the ground and cuffed him. "Caught red-handed dealing drugs. What else have you got to say?"

"Pah! Police brutality! I'm calling the cops on you!"

"Want to call the cops? Go ahead. I'll be the one answering anyway." Harvey Bullock didn't care in the slightest. "When you come in to give your statement, you'd better pray it's my body camera that's charged, not my Taser! Take him away!"

The police raided the Maroni Family with lightning speed, arresting most of its members involved in criminal activity.

None of Gotham City's factions, large or small, had seen it coming.

Even Falcone, who was colluding with the police commissioner, hadn't thought to kick the Maroni Family while they were down at a time like this.

They could have slowly taken over their businesses, seized their turf, and squeezed them out. It would have been slow, but safe.

But arresting members of the Maroni Family outright? Weren't they afraid of driving them into a corner?

Commissioner Gordon had no such concerns. If someone committed a crime, he arrested them. Wanted to resist arrest? Gotham City's SWAT teams weren't just for show.

As for Commissioner Rob, who could have given him trouble, Gordon had given him a concussion during the demon invasion, and he still hadn't left the hospital.

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