"How long will it take him to wake up?"

Bruce stroked Jason's forehead and asked in a low voice.

As if he was afraid to wake up a sleeping patient.

"Who knows, maybe a day, maybe two months."

Rorschach spread his hands.

"He has been frozen by you for two years, and he has experienced pain that ordinary people can't bear at all, so it's not normal if he doesn't fall into a coma."

"Master Wayne, you have to come and see this."

Alfred's figure appears inside the Batcave.

He walked quickly to the worktop and worked on the panel for a while.

"It is reported that Harvey Dante, who originally claimed to have returned to normal, has escaped from prison at around ten o'clock today."

"We hope that the citizens of Gotham can provide valid clues, and the police will provide cash rewards to citizens who provide clues."

On the announcer, the sweet-looking female anchor was telling the words in a straight voice.

"At the same time, we also hope that all the citizens of Gotham will pay attention to their own safety, so let's listen to Director Gordon's opinion with the camera of the interviewer in front of us."

"I was already unhappy with Harvey Dante's discharge process!"

Director Gordon's bearded, glaring face appears on the screen.

"Dr. Wolple's psychoanalytic report looks overly optimistic! Harvey was almost as docile as a rabbit. ”

"Not to mention the sloppy nature of the report, when did Arkham Asylum become a child care facility? Just sign and leave? ”

"And in the face of the anger of the Gotham City Police Commissioner, Dr. Vople has this opinion."

The reporter continued to broadcast in an orderly manner, and Rorschach could even feel her slightly raised tone.

It's as if it's a joke, a play, a clash of ideas that everyone loves to watch.

"Dante's mental report has been improving over the past few years!"

The doctor in the white coat was equally loud.

"What's more, in the room he left, we found this one he left behind!"

In front of the camera, Bartholo proudly pulled out a one-dollar coin.

"This! It is strong evidence that Harvey Dant was cured, and we must believe that Harvey, the demon in man can be defeated! ”

Bartholo's words were firm, as if he had not received the slightest setback.

"Why, are you ready to make a comeback in Gotham?"

Rorschach looked at the screen, and the television was once again caught in the middle of a meaningless argument between the two debaters.

It's not really about announcing anything, it's about retaining viewers so that investors can further increase their advertising budgets.

It's not clever, but it's quite effective.

"No, Gotham doesn't need me anymore."

Bruce finally withdrew his gaze from the suit.

"Alright, then leave him to me."

Rorschach didn't care, just shrugged his shoulders.

"As for your retirement decision, read this before deciding."

With a flick of his hand, a finger was thrown out of his body and flew onto Alfred's tray.

"It's not too hard for you to test the DNA of this thing."

Rorschach looked at Jason, who was still unconscious, as if he was asleep at the moment, compared to the pain of the first ten minutes, he had undoubtedly come from hell to heaven.

Looking down the hospital bed, you can see his combat uniform, which is painted with green graffiti.

The font "You're just a joke" lay wantonly on the combat uniform, looking a little glaring.

Without a doubt, this is the Joker's masterpiece.

"Ah Fu, transfer Jason to the Wayne Group's VIP ward at Gotham Hospital."

"Of course, the DNA of that finger was verified."

Bruce looked at Rorschach's back in the distance, lost in thought.

He couldn't figure out the meaning of the other party's coming to him, but he knew exactly that the other party had no ill will towards him.

With Rorschach's ability to perform, knowing Bruce's former identity, if he launched a surprise attack on Wayne Manor, he would be able to escape into the Bat Cave.

So when Rorschach said the treatment plan, although Rorschach's expression didn't look very reliable, Bruce was sure that he was telling the truth.

Bruce suddenly turned his head and saw Rorschach's head reappear in the Batcave.

"What, whiskey?"

Rorschach gave a wry smile.

"Thanks, Alfred, leave me a better glass next time, and don't use this kind of wine glass that I don't know how many people have touched."

Walking out of Wayne Manor, Rorschach patted the bottle in his hand with some satisfaction.

It is worthy of being the first of the four major families in the city, and this grade of wine is high-end.

"Alright...... Let me think about where I can get news of the patient who has just been discharged from the hospital. ”

Two-Faced is not the kind of villain who is known for his strength or intelligence.

In other words, he still needs his younger brother to support him.

And these gangsters in Gotham, where their movements are going, just find someone who is also in charge of a group of younger brothers under their hands to ask.

So today's Iceberg Restaurant has an uninvited guest.

Seeing that the two thugs outside had fallen in a matter of seconds, everyone in the store picked up their guns and aimed at the person who pushed the door at almost the same time.

His face was covered with a white mask, and the black of paint flowed slowly on it.

"I'm looking for Oswald Chesterfield Copote."

As soon as Rorschach's words fell, all the guns that had been safed for a long time fired bullets.

The violent gunfire directly caused pedestrians on the street to lie on the ground.

As if they had been through it several times, the citizens of Gotham did not freeze in place and shout in panic, but quickly hid behind the engine of the car on the side of the street.

It wasn't until the magazines were emptied that the gunners stopped firing.

But the expected cinematic scene of glass shattering and dozens of holes being shot out of the gate did not materialize.

On the contrary, in the entire restaurant, there was only one more bullet casing, and not even a single chair was damaged.

The one who can watch the scene at the Iceberg Restaurant has not been in the Gotham underworld for more than ten years.

At a distance of less than ten meters, they will not miss a human-shaped, immobile target.

And the next scene almost broke down the spirits of everyone in the restaurant.

The person in front of him, or the monster that can hardly be called a "human", grew dozens of mouths, and spat out the bullets they had just fired one by one.

The entire dining room could be heard of pins dropping, except for the crisp clanging of brass bullets falling to the ground.

"Quite an interesting welcome, gentlemen."

On Rorschach's mask, the black movement was still slow, but it quickly condensed.

"Now, who's going to call that damn penguin to me?"