"Everything should be fine now, Commissioner Gordon."
Under the effects of Bathing in Spring, Gordon's fatigue and discomfort vanished in an instant, and he looked considerably more refreshed.
"It would be even better if you could be a little gentler the next time you rescue someone."
Gordon stretched, listening to his bones crack, and finally relaxed.
He had spent all this time on the front lines, fighting those damned plants. The constant tension had worn him out, and he had even lost quite a bit of hair.
"Let's put that aside for now. Cobblepot, how are things inside the base? Is everything all right?"
After relaxing for a moment, Gordon immediately pulled himself together again and asked about the situation at their allied base.
Unlike Maroni and the other gangsters, who wanted to exploit the chaos to redraw their turf through force, they had originally planned to evacuate with most of the civilians.
But Gordon had astutely realized that, if left unchecked, these plants would soon spread uncontrollably.
When that happened, not only would the residents of the temporary safe zones be in danger, but other cities would be threatened as well.
So, after making up his mind, Gordon had gritted his teeth and returned to the city with a few like-minded police officers to curb the plants' growth. He had been hard at work ever since.
"The base is mostly intact. Some of it was hit by enemy shells earlier, though, so there may be some damage."
Cobblepot's expression was equally serious.
Unlike Gordon, who risked his life for the greater good, or Killer Croc and Man-Bat, who had volunteered to stay and rescue people, he had stayed purely for profit.
With Gotham in such chaos, this was an excellent opportunity to redraw the boundaries of power. But he