Tetch looked at Victor and Oswald.
He knew he had been set up.
Tetch hurriedly bent down, reaching for the pocket watch on the ground with his uninjured hand.
Victor fired at the ground. The bullet struck beside his fingers, blasting a small pit in the concrete and spraying chips of stone onto the back of Tetch's hand.
Tetch snatched his hand back as though he had been burned and staggered two steps backward.
Oswald smiled. Leaning on his umbrella, he walked toward Tetch one step at a time.
"Did you think I'd let you hypnotize me again?"
He took his phone out of his pocket. A live broadcast was playing on the screen.
In the video, a news anchor was reporting, "According to information provided by a source, Thorne helped the Maroni Family traffic drugs during his time as a councilman..."
"Butch has already submitted all this evidence to the Gotham Police Department." Oswald slipped his phone back into his pocket and rested both hands on his umbrella, his chin slightly raised. "What a shame. All that work for nothing."
Tetch clutched his injured hand. Blood dripped from his palm.
His voice trembled. "Take me to the Police Station."
Someone else emerged from the shadows of the parking lot, her high heels clicking sharply against the ground.
"Such a respected man, Professor Tetch. Working for the mob, yet still finding time to hire someone to kill me. If we handed you over to the Police Station, wouldn't we just be giving you a chance to bribe your way out?"
Ririko spoke in a tone that said, I knew exactly what you were up to.
The moment Tetch saw her, his pupils contracted.
"Impossible... You-you should be dead..."
Ririko had no patience for savoring his terror. She was waiting to