Brutal Knight hid in the shadow beneath a tree, but rain still covered his shoulders, and floodwater rose past his thighs. Yet the cold external environment could not affect the fire in his heart.
He knew he was being somewhat obsessive. Although his parents' deaths had been related to Gotham's lawlessness at the time, did they really have anything to do with Gordon, who had only just taken office back then?
Not entirely.
But Gordon was now the commissioner of the Gotham Police Department. He represented this city's rotten, backward order and legal system. Brutal Knight's opponent had never been one person, but the established order of the entire world.
So Gordon had to die. But as an old friend of many years, Brutal Knight would not shoot him. He had to make everything clear to Gordon first, then kill him with a dagger and make him understand just how unforgivable his betrayal of Batman had been.
Even if he knew this Gordon was no longer his Gordon, so what? Every Gordon deserved to die. Gordons from every world were on his kill list.
Perfect. Traitors like this had to be killed several times before he could vent his hatred.
The police station was right before him now. All he had to do was rush in and drag Gordon out. The communications blackout really made things convenient.
Rainwater gave the weapons on his back a cold, deep gleam. He took down the assault rifle slung across his back, pulled the bolt with a click, chambered a round, then used the heavy rain and dark clouds as cover to charge swiftly toward the police station through the darkness.
Because of the chaos in the city, only a handful of officers remained at the station. Even when they saw Batman, their first