Gotham City has many alleys, and I don't know if the government is intentional or not, and there is always a lack of lights in the alleys, which provide a breeding ground for evil. Most people are afraid of the dark, and even citizens in other cities will try to avoid walking in the darkly lit alleys, let alone Gotham City, which has a "simple people's customs".

But there are also some bold people who are not afraid, such as our chubby female judge.

She had just finished hearing Jim Gordon's case today and was now returning home from work. It takes a lot of time to walk home from the workplace to the main road, but if you walk through the alley, you can save nearly twice as much time.

The alley was slightly better than other similar alleys in Gotham City, with a not-so-efficient streetlight every other distance, and the wiring was probably aged, most of which were noticeably not as bright as they had been.

In the empty alley, only the "click" of the judge's lady's high heels echoed.

When she passed a dimly lit street lamp, the lamp suddenly seemed to roar weakly before dying, and then it lost its light completely.

Madam Judge was taken aback. The lights in this alley were already poor, and the distance between the two lights was so far that it was almost completely dark in the distance between the lights that went out. Inevitably, she was a little irritable and walked forward with a quicker pace, the frequency of the blows on her heels and the ground increased significantly.

The moment she walked to the second lamp, it also let out a strange cry and was swallowed up by darkness.

Although it is an old street lamp that has aged badly, it is too abnormal to extinguish two in succession at the moment I pass by, right?

She began to panic, and it was as if she could feel the weight of the boulder weigh down in her heart. Her steps became more and more hurried, and she looked back from time to time in a panic to see if there was anyone or a ghost following her.

No, nothing. The alley was empty, except for the darkness left behind by the lights out.

Then, the third, as if had been made to make an appointment, went out precisely the moment the female judge passed by it.

The judge froze.

She felt her fingers cold, and she believed that the culprit that had frightened her until now was reflected in her retina.

On the escalator of the balcony on the second floor of the residential house on the right hand side of her, a man with a bat-like head painted in bright red on his chest was half-crouching.

"It's Batman's man." She hurriedly comforted herself, "It's just a bunch of crazy people dressed in weird costumes." ”

But the fact is that the moment she saw this person, her hands and feet were as cold as falling into an ice cave, her body trembled involuntarily, and her heart was beating wildly like a percussion instrument that could burst out of her chest at any time.

Damn it! Say something!

She wished she could say something at this point, but her vocal organs seemed to be frozen and couldn't function.

The man in black, Roy, of course, jumped down and landed in front of the female judge. The judge's chubby body involuntarily sat down on the ground, looked up at him, and stammered out a few words: "What do you want?" ”

Without saying a word, Roy bent down and grabbed the judge by the collar and lifted her feet in the air. The female judge's thick calves were scribbling in the air, and the person was almost about to cry, but as soon as her mouth opened and closed, she couldn't speak.

"You're in charge of reviewing Jim Gordon's case."

The man in black finally spoke, and the judge felt that the demonic bat in front of him was also speaking like a death interrogation. Although she repeatedly reminded herself that it was just a disguise of a voice changer, it did not alleviate the fear in her heart in the slightest.

"Yes, yes"

Jim Gordon's lawyer has provided new evidence that proves something else in his case. But you guys didn't discuss that at all, did you? You just declared a good man, a hero guilty, you ruined him, you'd better give me a reason that I can accept, not to ruin you here. ”

The judge was at a loss and said: "It's not my fault it's the jury's resolution"

"Don't try to fool me!" Roy raised his voice and shouted, "I can see from your eyes, you know the truth is not that simple. If you refuse to be honest, I'll just dig them up and see them for myself. ”

"No, don't it's not my fault, you don't understand it's Falcone. Everyone on the jury, and I, everyone who can play a role in the judicial process, had no choice. A few days before the trial, he contacted each and every one of us, took pictures of each of our families every day, and mailed them to us. You know what happens if we don't do what he says oh God, you don't understand."

Roy let go of the weeping judge and remained silent.

When the judge wiped away his tears and looked up again to confirm, the three street lamps had been turned on again, and the figure of the man in black was nowhere to be found.

Back in the apartment, Roy softly closed the door and walked in barely making a sound.

He gently pushed open the door to Barbara's bedroom, and was not surprised to see her with her hands in her hands with a silky and beautiful red hair, and her tired face looked like a big battle, depressed. Barbara's always neat and clean table was a mess, and there were obvious traces of venting.

When Roy went to see the judge just now, the communicator in the headset was also on, and Barbara heard what the judge said here, of course.

There was nothing to blame for the judge, or for everyone on the jury, any more than they could prove Jim Gordon guilty.

No, it should be said that even proving Jim Gordon's innocence would not help. Because at this juncture, it doesn't matter whether he is innocent or not. Gordon's imprisonment in Black Gate is almost a certainty.

"Barbara"

"You don't have to try to comfort me." Barbara said, looking up and half-tilting her head. Roy couldn't see her face from this angle, her red hair hanging down to obscure her vision, but it wasn't hard to guess that she must have cried just now, because her voice sounded so unnatural.

Looking at her haggard figure, Roy closed his eyes slightly, and when he reopened them with some determination.

"There's another way." Roy said.

Barbara turned her head to the side, as if to confirm if he was just casually speaking to comfort her.

But Roy's face was serious in addition to seriousness.

"How?" She had a glimmer of hope again, and she couldn't help but start fantasizing in her heart that if it was the incredible person in front of her, maybe there would really be another way.

"Robbery, prison, car." Roy said word for word.

Barbara was stunned, then shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, this is crazy, I mean then my dad will be a fugitive, he won't accept it"

"The truth is, he's now a murderer." "It's been a long time since the innocence of the city doesn't matter, and I've just learned that," Roy said. The important thing is that the Gotham Police Department is completely in the hands of the enemy, and we need someone with enough prestige to step up and guide at least some of them back into our camp. Falcone is against your father because he's afraid, and he knows that Jim Gordon's plan won't go smoothly if he's there, so we need Jim Gordon to be on our side at the most critical time of this battle. As for the murder suspicions, I'm sure there will be a way to solve them when Falcone is brought down. ”

Barbara was visibly moved, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then said, "But Batman Bruce would never approve of that." ”

"All I can say is that I'm not Batman." Roy said lightly, "It's his business how he does it, that's my style." ”