"Joker shouldn't have done this."
The Batwoman Clark had placed such high hopes on was now facing Gordon's questioning, and all she could say was that.
After another batch of lunatics committed suicide and drew the attention of both the police and Batwoman, Joker had infiltrated Arkham Asylum and killed Bane with laughing gas.
Batwoman suspected that the "Tooth Fairy" she had sent in not long ago had provided some help, and that this was all part of Joker's plan.
The big man Bane had been held in a special room, his limbs secured by specialized equipment weighing a total of one hundred tons. Yet Joker had still entered his cell through perfectly normal channels without alerting anyone. He tampered with the skull wrestling mask Bane used to wear and poisoned the strongman to death.
Whenever Batwoman thought of Bane's deathly expression after his mask had been removed—laughing until his eyeballs bulged and the corners of his mouth split—she found it hard not to lose focus.
That madman had organized his followers into committing mass suicide. Then he had killed Little Jim, followed by Bane. Was there some connection between those events?
"Batwoman, you need to stop that damn lunatic as soon as possible."
Gordon still did not know that his son had been murdered, but his expression was just as grim. Standing in the snow for so long had reddened the tip of his nose, and the hand holding his cigarette trembled so badly that he could not get the filter between his lips for a long while.
When the cigarette finally touched his lips, the commissioner lowered it again and continued.
"For every extra second he roams free, Gotham City gets hundreds or thousands more lunatics. You know the kind of influence he has in this city. People