What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 1019 Jim Gordon: You Wayne family are really good at it

"Is this Gotham?"

Bruce Wayne, Talia, and Damien dressed up as a couple with a child.

Walking on the streets of Gotham, I felt a kind of almost desolate depression.

There were few pedestrians and almost all the shops were closed.

Everyone's eyes are on guard against other people within their sight.

"Yeah, this is it." Talia looked at the surroundings with interest. "The environment here makes me feel like I'm home."

"It seems like this place is really in chaos." Bruce Wayne looked around thoughtfully, "But... unlike the almost apocalyptic scenes we've seen along the way, Gotham now looks like... paradise?"

"Yes, it's extremely chaotic, with crimes rampant... but hidden within that is a distorted order. At this point in time, you might be right to call this a paradise." Talia curled her lips. "Everything is afraid of comparison... Even the most distorted order is still order."

A robber holding a knife came out from the alley next to him.

Before he could say anything, Talia smiled at him, then reached out and took out...

A few banknotes.

"Here, take it and get out of here. I don't really want to kill anyone right now...at least not before I fully understand the situation."

"You must be joking! Take out all the money you have."

"Tsk." Talia lifted her windbreaker, revealing the gleaming golden pistol at her waist. "Did you see it clearly? Get lost."

The robber stood there in a daze, but Damian walked up to him, stuffed a few bills into his hand, and then kicked him hard in the butt.

Only then did he react completely, and then he ran away in a panic.

...Judging from the wet shoe prints, it was a real mess.

"I thought that when you, the Assassin's League, deal with people like this, you would kill them without hesitation... After all, to you, killing a person is no different from killing a chicken."

"Bruce, you have to understand that we are assassins, not America's serial killers." Talia curled her lips. "Why would we kill such a worthless target? Not to mention that during the investigation phase, rashly killing someone will cause unnecessary trouble."

The disguised family of three continued along Gotham Avenue and soon encountered several police cars.

The last car stopped in front of them with its windows rolled down.

"Excuse me, I'm Jim Gordon, the chief of the Gotham Police Department." Gordon nodded at them. "You don't look like locals... Do you need any help?"

"Well, we are here to seek refuge with our relatives... We are a branch of the Wayne family."

"A branch of the Wayne family!?" Gordon, who hadn't paid much attention at first, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes and began to look the three of them up and down. When he set his sights on the man's face, he was stunned for a moment. "Wait, wait!? Are you telling the truth?"

"Absolutely true... The Wayne family has quite a few branches. The elders in Gotham should all know about this, right?"

"...I don't know if you're from a branch of the Wayne family, but looking at your face, it's hard to say you're not related to Bruce Wayne." Gordon sighed, then said to the family of three, "Get in the car. I'll take you to Wayne Manor."

"Really? Thank you so much." Talia smiled happily and awkwardly like an ordinary housewife.

Bruce Wayne next to him exclaimed in his heart that it was outrageous.

This acting... is absolutely amazing.

She is truly worthy of being the Devil’s Daughter of the Assassin’s League.

So, the family of three, who were originally planning to collect some intelligence, were sent directly to the target person's home by Jim Gordon.

On the way, Jim Gordon contacted Alfred and told him about the existence of the family of three.

Alfred was not surprised that the Wayne family had a branch.

After all, among foreigners, there is generally no such thing as a single lineage.

So Jim Gordon's police car had a smooth journey all the way to the gate of the villa.

Alfred had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"Commissioner Gordon, thank you very much."

"Alfred, this is just what I should do." Jim Gordon got out of the car first and whispered in Alfred's ear, "Well, there shouldn't be anything wrong with your cardiovascular system, right? Do you want to take some medicine as a precaution? I have some imported medicine I bought from the Republic..."

As he spoke, he took out a small gourd-shaped medicine bottle from his pocket.

It turned out to be a quick-acting heart pill!

"Commissioner Gordon, are you...exaggerating a bit?"

"Exaggeration? Sigh."

Jim Gordon sighed, then turned around and opened the door for the family of three in the car.

When they appeared in front of Alfred, Alfred's pupils vibrated violently.

"I, I, I, I...why do I see a younger Master Bruce?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alfred rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

Jim Gordon hurriedly caught the old man who was old enough to be his father.

"I'm telling you, let you take a pill first!?"

"You're already so old, and you still dare to be provoked like this! Can you in the Wayne family be any more tolerant?!"

……

"Well……"

Alfred woke up slowly and found himself lying on the sofa.

Jason and Tim were observing their own conditions.

"Wow, Alfred you're finally awake!"

"Young Master Jason, Young Master Tim..."

"No, no, no, don't sit up so quickly!" Jason held Alfred down and whispered in his ear, "Is there something wrong with my eyes? Why did I see someone who looks almost exactly like Bruce?"

“That’s the question I wanted to ask as well.”

Alfred shook his head, then looked at the family of three sitting on the sofa opposite him with a complicated look.

Once upon a time, this was the happiness he most hoped Bruce Wayne could obtain...

Instead of being like now, Bruce Wayne is just a disguise and Bat is the real me...

This is really enviable.

"Alfred! What's wrong with you?!"

The door was flung open, and Dick rushed in wearing Nightwing's suit.

"Master Dick, I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're okay, I'm okay... Holy shit!?" Dick turned around and saw a face that looked almost identical to his adoptive father's. "What... is going on?"

Jim Gordon leaned against the wall, watching the scene before him...

With one hand in his pocket, he kept taking pictures with his phone with the other hand.

"This is fucking brilliant."

"Or your Wayne family is the first family in Gotham."

“There’s something really going on.”