Oswald Copote, the king of Gotham, felt pain everywhere in his body.

During the years that Fish Mooney was working as an umbrella boy, he was beaten a lot, and it stands to reason that he was able to tolerate pain. But today he was extremely uncomfortable, his whole body was painful and numb, and his eyes seemed to be swollen into a slit.

Dr. Leslie Tompkins pulls out a sheet and barely covers the penguin's swollen buttocks.

Seeing that the person woke up, the glamorous medical examiner lady of GCPD asked softly, "Mr. Copote, are you okay?" ”

"What do you think, ma'am?" Colbert tried to roll over.

After all, the injured part was the buttocks, and he was lying face down on the hospital bed at this time.

The sound of chains clashing, and the poor penguin couldn't even lift his hand - Gordon just handcuffed him to the hospital bed.

The penguin was silent for a few seconds, then smiled a somewhat distorted: "I need to talk to my lawyer." Also, can't the sheets be washed often at GCPD, I have a reasonable suspicion that you guys are abusing me. ”

He grumbled indistinctly.

After Gordon appeared at the villa, the Penguin Man was taken back to GCPD by him. In view of Mr. Oswald Copote's alleged murder of Fish Mooney, the GCPD decided to lock the unconscious man in the interrogation room first. And the person who helped Colbert with the medicine and the body was turned into Miss Forensic Leslie Tompkins, the current girlfriend of Detective AKA Gordon.

Leslie Tompkins rolled her eyes in secret.

"I'm sorry about that, after all, the last person lying on this bed accidentally spilled his brain. Dr. Tompkins said, "And the man who made him leak his brain seems to be your right-hand man, Mr. Victor." ”

Copote: ......

He turned his head in indignation, trying to ignore the smell coming from the sheets.

Before he fell unconscious, all he remembered was that the little bastard named Hope was talking to Gordon on his phone. He knew that James Gordon would certainly not let go of this good opportunity to capture him, so Copote had already expected where he would wake up.

But it's not a big deal, he's already got Arkham's diploma, and even if he goes in again, it's just a revisit. Moreover, his men will not do nothing.

Cobot struggled to sit up from his hospital bed, thanking Gordon for not cuffing his feet.

A swollen pig's head appears in front of Dr. Tompkins.

"That little bastard...... "Copote struggled for a moment, then changed his words, "What about the kid?" ”

Leslie Tompkins looked at Copote: "What, you're going to thank him?" I don't think he needs to. ”

Penguins think I'm thankful for a butt.

If it weren't for that bastard imp, how would he have gotten to this point? He should now be in the comfort of a luxurious villa, drinking wine with his subordinates, partying and discussing how to divide the underground world of Gotham.

But he couldn't say the curse he held back.

As shrewd as Copote, he certainly knew that something was wrong with the kid. Hope could blow up the gun and say that it would rain if it rained, but he just wanted to threaten the kid and was bitten by a poisonous snake on the ass.

Curses don't have such coincidences.

…… Curse.

Copote's eyes narrowed.

"Are you asleep?" Dr. Tompkins stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the penguin, interrupting the King of Gotham's deep thoughts: "May I remind you, GCPD is not a place for you to sleep in peace. Why don't you make a plan for your Arkham vacation? ”

Dr. Tompkins couldn't see the penguin's eyes anymore, and she didn't know what the guy was paying attention to.

Hope is just a child, does the penguin want to get revenge?

"Ma'am, did I just happen to be passing by there, passing by a villa and going to be imprisoned in Arkham? IMHO, I haven't heard of Gotham's laws changing. Even the GCPD had to find evidence to get me in Arkham. Copote tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he might have to thank Hope for this, a painful rainstorm could have washed away almost all incriminating evidence.

Presumably Gordon didn't find anything, and all traces of him pushing Fish were long gone.

Copot gloated a little.

"So, if you don't mind, I need to communicate with my lawyer." The penguin man pulled out a smile: "I guess the GCPD has no tradition of abusing suspects?" I'm not a criminal yet, and if I get treated unfairly, maybe Mr. Mayor will talk to you. ”

Dr. Tompkins glanced at the penguin man and walked out the door with a calm face.

At this time, Hope was sitting on James Gordon's desk with his little short legs dangling.

He still has the ice cream that Agent Gordon bought.

James Gordon has a headache looking up various surveillance and records of Gotham in recent days, trying to find the trajectory of Hope-Jr. or suspicious adults.

After all, he couldn't get any more from Hope's strange description.

Now all he knew was that the child had lived in a huge castle and had never left. He has a great housekeeper and a lovely pet. And now, the child is looking for his father.

But what is Dad's name and what does he look like, little Hope can't answer a single question.

But Hope's somewhat messy description had disproved Gordon's conjecture of 'abandonment', but he really didn't know where Gotham could be called a 'castle' other than Wayne Manor and the villas of the old families.

He suspected that the child was lying, but his instincts told him that Hope was telling the truth.

If a child can fool him, then he doesn't have to mess around.

Harvey Bullock sat across from the two, an ice pack in his hand on the swollen door of his head.

While staring at Hope viciously.

"So your butler's name is Lucian?" James Gordon confirmed to Hope Jr. for the 101st time: "Are there any conspicuous buildings near your house?" ”

Little Hope nodded obediently.

"Hope remembers that there are huge lakes and forests!"

The ice cream was about to melt, and the child hurriedly licked it.

"Do you mean Wayne Manor?" Bullock rolled his eyes, "You want to say you're a kid of the Wayne family?" Are you dreaming? Babbling little bastard! ”

"What is Wayne? Can you eat it? The child asked, confused.

"Can Hope have another ice cream?" Now, nothing ice cream is more appealing.

Lucian cooks a lot of snacks, but he doesn't make ice cream for kids. So little Hope had never eaten anything like this cool and sweet.

"No," said James Gordon, "if you don't want to spend tonight in the hospital." Listen to me, Hope, you need to recall the location of your home again, don't you want to go home? ”

"Yes," little Hope pouted a little sadly, and although the ice cream was delicious, he still wanted to go home more, "But Hope wants Daddy!" ”

Gordon stood up helplessly.

Dr. Tompkins came from not far away and exchanged a kiss with Gordon.

"The penguin man is awake, and the director is communicating with his lawyer. So, did you find the evidence? Dr. Tompkins was a little worried that the penguins would retaliate against the child.

Detective Bullock shrugged: "Thank God for raining down on the rain and washing away all the sins of the world." ”

Gordon sighed together with Dr. Tompkins, then set his eyes on little Hope.

Dr. Tompkins couldn't help but reach out and pinch the child's soft face: "Is little Hope sleepy?" It's getting late today. So, do you want to go to my house? ”

"Little Lay—" Gordon covered his forehead, going to Leslie's house was to go to his house, of course he lived with his girlfriend: "This kid ......"

Gordon had wanted to say that little Hope Jr. was sent to a child welfare agency, but now the child welfare agency should also be closed. Not to mention that it is in the suburbs, which is a bit far from the location of GCPD.

Hope looked at the two adults curiously.

Dr. Tompkins' heart melted at the sight of his watery red eyes. Bullock, on the other hand, remembered the bright red eyes in the darkness and smiled mischievously.

He snorted heavily.

Soon, GCPD officers came out of the interrogation room with the penguin man and his lawyer. Although he had expected the result, Gordon couldn't help but be angry when he saw this scene.

The GCPD officers and the Soft Egg chief are threatened by Copote's lawyer and immediately release them.

After all, His Excellency Falcone has made it clear that he wants Penguin to take over his business. The little brother with an umbrella is now worth doubled, and he is indeed not the one who can be imprisoned in Arkham at any time.

Oswald Copote walked like a penguin, carrying a cane.

By this time, he had changed into a brand new Italian handmade custom suit, and it seemed that he was ready to go to his banquet.

Cobot took off the top hat that his subordinate had just brought and put it on his chest, and nodded slightly, "Good night, gentlemen." It's a shame that Gotham's laws seem to think I'm just a lucky merchant who has just been gifted an inheritance—good, righteous, and law-abiding. ”

Gordon didn't speak, and Bullock smiled awkwardly but politely at the pig-headed face.

"But I'm here for this little gentleman," said the penguin, "and it was little Hope who saved my life by calling Agent Gordon for me while I was on the rooftop." I always keep this in mind. So I'm ready to go through the adoption formalities and officially adopt this poor child. You're going to have a dad, happy, little Hope? ”

This was the final conclusion that Copote had come up with what little intelligence he had left in the interrogation room.

He suspects he's under Hope's curse, so he has to find a way to keep Hope by his side. The first thing to do is to lift the curse on yourself.

Secondly -

What a perfect tool this child is, killing invisibly and hurting thousands of miles away.

"I, Oswald Copote, will be your father!" The penguin proclaimed loudly with his tongue.

There was a thunderous sound, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled down again.

Cobot was startled.

"What are you paying attention again, penguin?" Gordon frowned: "Don't you even let go of the child now?" I'm not going to let you hurt him. ”

"You're thinking too much, Gordon...... Detectives. The penguin man glanced at Gordon with some arrogance: "I just want to give the poor child a home according to the legal formalities." He hadn't even set out to ask Hope for advice, and a simple adoption process was as easy for him as it was to eat.

"I'll take good care of you, little Hope." Colbert held out his hand to Hope, then quickly retracted as if remembering something. He motioned to his subordinates behind him to pick up the child: "Come with me, right?" ”

Gordon stepped forward to block Hope.

"Hope has a dad." The child was very calm, or he didn't understand what the penguin was saying.

Just when several people were at a stalemate, an old man and a young man walked in at the door of GCPD.

Alfred brought his young master, who had just turned 14 and was about to get into contact with Wayne Enterprise's affairs, to report the case - a missing R&D person for Wayne Enterprise.

Little Hope felt a familiar breath, the smell of blood, longing, confusion, unwillingness, and other complex emotions gradually approaching.

Tears welled up in the child's eyes.

He sprang over like a small cannonball, and then grabbed Bruce Wayne's thigh.

"Dad-Dad——!! Woo-"