Gordon stood beside the table and did not answer immediately.
He thought of the people rescued from the music festival-
Some had still been trembling on stretchers. Others had curled up behind ambulances with their hands over their heads, saying they had seen unimaginable horrors.
If that fear toxin spread throughout Gotham, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Watching the idea gradually take shape in Gordon's mind, Ririko gave a secret little smile.
So Jerome's plan for "getting out of Blackgate Penitentiary soon" had been to goad Klein into launching a terrorist attack on Gotham.
Only an idiot like him could have come up with that.
Three levels beneath Blackgate Penitentiary, inside a high-security cell.
Jerome sat cross-legged on his iron bed, a glossy roasted chicken leg in front of him. Its aroma filled the cramped cell.
He held both hands over the chicken leg, gesturing as he decided which angle to bite from to get the tastiest piece of meat in a single mouthful.
The iron door suddenly opened.
The Warden stood in the doorway, a squad of fully armed prison guards behind him.
Jerome's hands stopped in midair. His eyes remained on the chicken leg as he said impatiently, "Can't you let me finish this chicken leg first?"
The Warden froze for a moment. Faced with all this, how was this lunatic still thinking about eating chicken?
"Mayor Cobblepot has ordered you to assist in the investigation of a terrorist attack. You can come back and eat when you're done."
Jerome chuckled at that and tossed the chicken leg behind him. The greasy meat stuck to the wall with a smack.
"I'm going on a date with my darling Ririko. Who cares about some chicken leg?"
Grinning, he sprang off the iron bed and pulled out a small