"Ah! Aaaaaah!!"
Li Jie lay sprawled over the conference table, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and as dull as a dead fish's.
"You should all know that the East End Police Department is facing a matter of life and death." He looked solemnly at the other two attendees beside him-Edward Nygma and Harleen Quinzel. "Our relationship with our former ally, Batman, who is of course also Gotham's premier moneybags, Bruce Wayne, has been deteriorating. It's reached a dangerously critical point."
"So..." Harleen grew a little nervous, too. "Are we about to go to war with him?"
"It's worse than that," Li Jie said, looking grief-stricken and indignant. "He hasn't donated a single cent to the East End Police Department in five months. Think of those officers risking their lives out there. They could have endured the darkness if they'd never seen the light."
"Um... I think you mean that once you've gotten used to having money, you can't stand being poor anymore?"
Nygma sounded rather exasperated. "As they say at Eastern University, it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go back."
"That's not all!"
Li Jie pounded the table with a series of loud bangs. "Not donating to us is one thing, but he just gave Central Headquarters five million last month. Nothing makes you feel worthless like seeing what someone else gets."
He sat up and leaned back against his chair.
"We all know why he won't give us money. I shot Jervis Tetch five times. He wasn't happy about it, but I don't regret it either. We had a fight, he left, and the money was gone."
"We all think you did nothing wrong." Harleen took out her glasses, put them on, and sat primly at the table. "His accusations against you