Everyone has something they want in their hearts, this kind of thing is generally called desire, and desire, is not fillable, in mythology, this feeling is called the original sin that people are born with, it is not unreasonable, because desire itself, is with the birth of life, is our instinct, is the embodiment of our animal nature flowing in the bones.

When you have 10 dollars, you crave 100 dollars, then 1000 dollars, and finally 1 yuan, and that's just money, in human feelings and life, there are always many things that are more important than money... And this thirst for important things can also seem even more dangerous.

And there are also many things in life, it is difficult to get back if you lose them, and the longer you lose, the more painful it is, such as cherished treasures, such as love and family affection, which is the most innocent and flawless beautiful feelings of human beings, in many cases, it can drive human beings to create miracles, but on the contrary, the darkness derived from these beautiful feelings will be so terrible that it is unimaginable.

"Hey, Director, the underground casino in Downtown has been destroyed!"

Inspector Swan's capable voice woke up Gordon, who was in a state of distraction, and the latter grabbed the intercom and whispered, "Then close the team, Swan, and take care to put the main person involved in the case in the police station." ”

"What about the rest of the people, Director, should I arrest them as well?"

Inspector Swan's voice sounded very energetic, but his request was rejected by Gordon:

"No, no, let them all go. ”

"What?"

Inspector Swan's voice suddenly raised several degrees, and the young man, who was a little jealous and hateful, shouted angrily at this moment, regardless of the identities of the two: "How can this be done! Director, we can't let them go..."

"So what do you want to do? Swan, tell me!"

Gordon's voice also became muffled: "If we send every gambler we catch in jail, it won't take three days for the entire Gotham prison to be full! The only prison for felons there is already overwhelmed! Where do you ask me to find a trustworthy police officer who is willing to take the risk to interrogate them? How many more days will you and your brothers have to work overtime to finish their trial? How many people will be threatened with more dangers in the time you spend busy with a group of senseless gamblers?"

This series of sharp rhetorical questions made Inspector Swan, who was above justice, not know what to say, and Gordon probably realized that his tone was a little too much, so he paused for a moment and whispered:

"Swan, I know you're doing a great job at the Central City Police Department, and I can understand what you're trying to do when you move to Gotham with a heart for justice, but do you know what happened to the last person who wanted to do that? I value you, really... I don't want you to be the second Harvey Dent! Everybody is singing the praises of him, but so what? When a man dies, there's nothing!"

"This is Gotham, Swan, it has its own set of rules and taboos, and it's different from any other city in any other state! Here, if you want to be a hero, you have to throw away all your previous experience, listen to me, send those bastards to the police station, and then go back to rest! ”

There was silence for a moment on the other side, and Swan's voice came:

"Yes, Director, but I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled! no one willing..."

Gordon walked to the office window and looked at the night of Gotham, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "But this is Gotham, go ahead, I approved your 5 days off, I hope it will make you feel better." ”

A few minutes later, Gordon put down the intercom in his hand, he leaned back in his office chair tiredly, leaned his gray-haired head back on the chair, thanks to the blessing of the missing Harvey Dent, in the past two years, more and more young police officers who have been inspired by justice will choose to come to Gotham to experience it, most of them will be scared by Gotham's vicious criminals, although the current criminals are not weaker than the super criminals of the past, and even the Gotham gangs of the past.

But Gordon doesn't hate it, in fact, only when he has really been tested by danger, he can determine which people are really worth training and which ones are unreliable, and since Gotham has always been a bad place for law and order, he very much needs capable and independent police officers and detectives.

"Eddie Swan..."

Gordon took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, and silently recited the name, Inspector Swan, only 24 years old, was previously the inspector of Central City, this is a horizontal transfer, that is a young man with a great sense of justice, and his work ability is extremely good, Gordon wants to focus on cultivating him, but every time he sees Swan, Gordon will think of Harvey... This kept him from pushing Swan into a more important position.

He is afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past!

Although the dark forces of Gotham are far less powerful now, Swan does not have Batman and the Red Devil around him to help him... And even though Batman and the Red Devil are out at the same time, Harvey is still...

"Hmm... Wait and see. ”

Gordon pulled himself together, he put his glasses back on, and prepared to start tonight's late work, Gordon didn't know how long he hadn't been home, in fact, after he sent his children to school abroad, he had been resisting going back to that empty home, in the last confrontation with evil, he had lost his wife Barbara, he could never forget that night, that night, he lost a part of his life.

Every time he returned to his house, he would think of the time he had spent with Barbara, and the collision of sweet memories and cold reality would always make Gordon feel a painful desire to commit suicide.

But he can't... After losing his beloved, in addition to his own children, Gotham is his last faith.

But no matter how much Gordon tried to concentrate tonight, his eyes couldn't stay on the papers for long, and he had another thing in his heart.

"Bang"

Director Gordon irritated and broke the pen in his hand, he breathed heavily, as if he was making a difficult decision, and finally, he closed his eyes, took off his glasses, reached out and opened the drawer at hand, and took out a folded dark letter from it, just from the appearance, the letter should have been in his hand for a long time.

He opened it, and there was a short passage on it:

"Dear Director Gordon, by the time you read this letter, you should have noticed the current state of affairs in Gotham. For a good police officer like you, I never expected our activities to hide from you, yes, we're planning something, and I can tell you plainly that we're going to take Gotham! Actually, we just want revenge, and you, you know who we're going to get revenge against. ”

"When you see this, I think you must be thinking about how to get rid of us, but trust me, you don't have to! I know very well about your gentle and virtuous wife, Lady Barbara Gordon, the loss of a loved one, that is enough to break the pain of any warrior, and we have been watching you, and we know what you need most right now. ”

"Let me tell you, resurrecting the dead is not a fantasy, and I, we have what it takes to do it! I can't let you prove it right now, unless you believe me... Alternatively, you can ask the Devils Gang, but I can assure you, they can't do that!"

"Now, make a choice, Mr. Gordon, whether your city is more important, or your wife, I'm sorry to have you to make this difficult decision again, but... It's necessary!"

On top of the final signature of the letter, there is a clumsy smile, and a sentence that makes Gordon can't help but be angry and hateful when he reads it:

"You don't really think that the culprit of everything, the clown, is dead, do you? No, he doesn't! Under the protection of your good friend Seber Hawke, he lives very well, and the world is so unfair, people like him should have died a long time ago, but you can't get revenge with your own hands... But don't worry, now, I'm giving you this opportunity as well..."

"Once you've made your decision, contact us, Director Gordon... I believe that we will become truly good friends. ”

"Uh... Cyber Hawke, you're really... Really and clowns..."

Gordon, who had quit smoking for a long time, pulled out a cigar from the deepest part of the drawer, leaned back in his chair in an extremely relaxed posture, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

A series of coughing sounds broke the silence of the office, and Gordon, whose face was flushed, put the cigar in his hand in front of his eyes, and under the not-so-bright light of the office, he let the mellow smoke scatter everywhere, his eyes became chaotic and confused, and he maintained this posture for a full 5 minutes, like a philosopher thinking about the future, and like a limb that has been withdrawn from the soul, leaving only an empty shell under this light.

This is the struggle, and in the deepest part of my heart, two voices are roaring wildly, one telling him to do everything for revenge, the other telling him to maintain the status quo as if nothing had happened.

But the question is, can it really be as if nothing has happened? to see the dearest person fall into the fire before his eyes, but he can't do anything about it, and then he is betrayed by a friend who is considered trustworthy, all this, all the suffering and torture he has suffered, all the betrayals and lies he endured, all the weakness and humiliation in him... Can it really be as if nothing happened?

If it were you, would you choose to put up with it?

"Bang"

Gordon stood up, pushed his chair away, picked up the pistol on the table, held it in his hand and looked at it several times, it had been with him for years, drunk on the blood of bandits, but had never really done anything for his master.

If you have spent most of your life paying for the light, then you are destined to have a hard time resisting the temptation to fall into the darkness, and if this temptation is not enough, then add a little bait of the most beautiful, the things you hold most dear... It was a trap above board, but now, Gordon felt that there was no way back, and that there was no other way to go.

He took a deep breath and snuffed out the cigar in the ashtray, then put the pistol in his pocket, took off his coat and draped it over his body, he glanced at his office, and a flash of wavering flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, he seemed to feel shame because of this vacillation, and slammed his fist against the wall viciously, blood flowing from between his fingers.

It hurts, the skin is scraped, the flesh and the walls rub hurt, but that's not even a thousandth of what Gordon is suffering inside!

"It's tough, though... But I made a decision after all. ”

"Bang"

The lights in the office were completely extinguished at this moment, and in the outer corridor, a lonely and silent figure became farther and farther away, until it completely disappeared around the corner, as if walking into hell, step by step, without stopping.

What drives people to move forward is never despair, hope... This is the most vicious and effective stratagem, hoping that the burst of power can drag a person out of hell, and can also push a person into it.

Director Gordon is a good man in every sense of the word, a decent man, a decent man, and he may be swinging from side to side, but sadly, on this night, he has gone the other way.

A road with no future direction, no light and darkness, no one knows where it leads.