"I don't believe you."
Gordon sneered.
A weirdo in a tight suit shows up at the Wayne Tower ruins at night, claiming to help the police solve a case? Gordon didn't think he was crazy enough to believe that.
"No, take a closer sniff," the figure shrouded in shadow said, hiding his body in his cape, much like a bat hiding its body under its wings during the day.
Gordon sniffed the air, then frowned slightly.
A faint, strange smell hung in the air. If he had to describe it, it was like paint, or maybe a paint thinner?
Gordon shrugged, "That doesn't prove anything. Maybe the murderer accidentally knocked over a can of paint while committing the crime."
Gordon continued, "Besides, it's the police's job to solve cases, and I don't care who you are..."
But before he could finish, Batman interrupted him, extending a hand towards Gordon, "Got a light?"
"What are you planning?!"
Gordon gripped his gun tighter, once again connecting this mysterious figure with a murderer. Was he going to set the crime scene on fire?
Seeing Gordon's wariness, Batman silently retracted his hand. He had intended to ask Gordon for a small favor, hoping to lower Gordon's guard through such an action.
However, he had overlooked that his identity and current actions could be considered criminal.
Batman turned, his chin indicating the wall, "Look at that wall. Do you see something?"
Gordon frowned, pushing up his glasses with his other hand, trying to discern something in the dim light.
Gordon stared at the dirty wall, his gaze sweeping over some light brown marks, and his heart skipped a beat.
"You're saying this is a clue the killer left for us?"
"I'm afraid so."
"And the pungent smell in the air is coming from the wall? I recognize it. It's a message left by a special kind of linseed oil."
"Who would leave a message at a crime scene?!" Gordon was both shocked and enraged. What did the perpetrator think this was? A game?
"The lighter." Batman lowered his voice, and this time, Gordon instinctively tossed the lighter from his pocket.
Before he could react, he saw Batman had already flicked the lighter on. The flames crept up his arm, moving closer to the brown stain.
"Wait!"
Gordon was alarmed; this was crucial evidence, perhaps vital for the police investigation.
But, the orange flames landed on the brown marks.
The next instant.
Boom!
The originally weak flames instantly climbed along the marks on the wall.
They were like a pair of entwined fire dragons, igniting the entire wall in an instant.
The grand and scorching orange flames danced in the dark night.
Gordon stared at the large English letters, and couldn't help but read them aloud: "Let's play a game, Batman."
He looked at the mysterious tight-suited weirdo, and found a strange look flickering in the man's eyes. And the slightly upturned corner of his mouth seemed to be proving that this freak seemed a little happy?
"We're done for."
Gordon groaned inwardly; it seemed this black-clad freak was also a psychopath.
Wouldn't a normal person be in pain and fear in this situation? But why was that guy happy? Batman turned to Gordon, "Can you let me see the body? I think I have some leads."
"You..." Gordon looked at the mysterious figure, feeling the rich, terrifying darkness on him, yet also a sense of security, and was somehow compelled.
"Alright, follow me."
Gordon led Batman to open a body bag. The strong smell of blood emanating from the headless corpse inside made Gordon slightly frown.
Batman stared at the corpse, and after just one look, he concluded, "Death by decapitation with a blade.
"The wound is smooth, with no signs of secondary cuts. The killer is experienced and received rigorous training." Batman's white-eyed mask narrowed slightly; this killing method reminded him of some past events.
The mysterious figure then followed Gordon to open three or four more body bags.
"I can confirm it." Batman spoke after a moment of silence.
Gordon, however, looked bewildered. "Confirm what, exactly?"
Seeing Gordon's inquisitive gaze, Batman briefly explained, "The killer is an assassin from an organization called the League of Assassins."
As the world's greatest detective, Batman possessed not only exceptional intelligence and a flawless memory, but also the sharpest judgment.
During his time with the League of Assassins, he participated in some missions. While he didn't kill anyone himself, he witnessed the gruesome fates of those slain by his companions, and these corpses matched those he'd seen before.
"The League of Assassins?" Gordon's face was a question mark. He looked at Batman, thinking maybe this guy was starting to lose it again.
Batman paced the room once more. Having confirmed that the League of Assassins was behind the murder, his focus shifted.
Batman looked up at the ceiling.
Soon, with the help of the moonlight, he found a series of unclear black footprints on the ceiling above.
Gordon watched as Batman took a uniquely shaped, heavy pistol from his belt, and couldn't help but question, "Wait, you think there's a clue up there?"
Batman didn't answer. He raised his Grappling Gun and aimed it at the ceiling.
"Bang!"
The heavy grappling hook's iron anchor at the tip whistled as it slammed into the ceiling.
However, it seemed the distance wasn't enough, or perhaps the angle was wrong. The grappling hook didn't wrap around the concrete beam above, instead falling to the ground in an extremely awkward position.
"Clatter～"
The iron anchor fell to the concrete floor.
Gordon and Batman exchanged a look, both falling into a brief silence.
The first shot had failed.
Batman gripped his Grappling Gun, pressing the button on the other side of the weapon.
"Swoosh…"
Like a returning serpent, the cable retracted, pulling the grappling hook back into the barrel.
"Hoo." Batman inhaled deeply, raising his Grappling Gun and randomly firing at the beam.
This time, his attempt was successful.
The iron cable, propelled by inertia, wrapped around the cement pillar several times.
Batman tugged on the Grappling Gun, making sure it wouldn't slip, and then squeezed the trigger again.
The Grappling Gun pulled him upwards, soaring towards the rafters.
His massive bat-shaped cape billowed in the wind.
Batman, with a graceful flip, landed on the rafter, looking up at the black footprints above him.
He sniffed at the footprints, and a foul stench assaulted his nostrils.
Batman narrowed his eyes. He didn't even need to think to know where these footprints came from.
In all of Gotham City, there was only one source of such a vile odor: the Gotham City sewers.
Batman flipped to the ground, one hand behind his back, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "But why would they come to Gotham City?"
He didn't think there was anything in this place that would interest Ra's al Ghul.
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