"So you and Batman have already found the culprit-the Riddler, who's been missing for years?"
"Yeah."
William answered distractedly, occasionally turning to sneak a glance at Gordon as he drove.
He still wanted to ask about Barbara Kean, but he was worried about touching a nerve with Gordon at a time like this.
Even now, he could hardly believe that the gentle, devoted wife Gordon had described existed only in his imagination.
"Um... Mr. Gordon..."
"You don't have to say anything else. I know what you're trying to say. I think I've come to terms with it. Cop or gangster, they're just labels in the end. I won't pry into your background anymore. Everyone living in this city has troubles they can't talk about, don't they?"
You have no idea what I'm trying to say!
William grumbled inwardly, while still smiling and nodding along.
Still, that did put an end to his urge to dig deeper.
Just as Gordon had said, everyone had troubles they couldn't talk about.
The Ford rounded the corner and entered a residential neighborhood.
Following the address William had given him, Gordon parked in front of a small detached house.
"I'm curious. If the entire city has changed beyond recognition, how did you find your old friends scattered all over the place?"
"Just chalk it up to the protagonist halo!" William shook out his clothes and rang the doorbell.
"Protagonist... halo? As far as I know, only God and angels have halos."
Gordon muttered quietly, thinking that if William could save Gotham, then in a sense, he really could be called an angel.
After the doorbell had rung for a while, a man in a pink jacket covered in cartoon bears walked across the dew-covered lawn.
"Can't you salespeople give it a rest? It's the weekend!