The Gotham Police Department was far from Laka's only target. In fact, he had exposed everyone from the courts to the city administration.
With the unrivaled power of his speech, the audience's emotions surged higher, wave after wave.
More and more people raised clenched fists, shouting during the brief pauses in Laka's speech.
Gradually, their cries became a rhythmic tide.
As William watched, Laka on the screen seemed to sprout a side-swept fringe, while the space beneath his nose slowly darkened...
This was absurd. What was this guy trying to do? This wasn't a fucking campaign speech. It was a rally before the Beer Hall Putsch.
"Renee, what kind of stupid question is that? Shouldn't we be finding out who leaked the secret? Only the three of us should know what happened that night!"
Chris Pass and Renee had wanted to question William, but they started arguing before they could.
"Stop arguing. Someone set us up. Remember one thing: neither of you had any part in the killing, from beginning to end. You didn't even know about it."
William lowered his voice and held out his wrists together so Gordon could cuff him.
"William... I'm sorry, but this is the commissioner's order. I'll investigate the case as quickly as I can and clear your name!"
Even now, Gordon was still trying to comfort him.
He simply couldn't believe that a young officer who had desperately searched for the missing Batman and diligently performed his duties ever since joining the force could be a gang's mole.
But William's next words shattered that illusion.
"It's all true. I did kill someone. Stop wasting time on pointless things. Tighten security. Chaos will descend on this city soon."
William took off his watch and set it on the desk.
"I'm sorry."
Gordon stood frozen,