Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 198 But is it all worth it?

"Today marks the fourth day of the battle between Deathstroke and Deadshot in Gotham City. Thankfully, we've received news that this utter disaster has finally been contained. Just now, Batman has taken them both back to prison. We can finally rest easy for a while."

"Yeah, yeah, Batman successfully stopped two criminals, and Batman is a hero again - but what was the cost? Was it all worth it?"

"Frank, what do you want to say?"

"Four days, Bill. Four whole days. These three incredibly dangerous lunatics treated Gotham like it was a paradise. Every district became their battlefield. Add in a psychopathic cyclist, and these four lunatics together were like playing mahjong. I know Kite Man saved a lot of people, so putting him aside—do you know what a mess Gotham was in during those four days? Grand Central Terminal was strafed, buildings in the Park District were blown up, and wherever they went, bullets followed them!"

"Hey! Batman has driven them to a no-man's land to fight. Only a dozen Gotham citizens were injured and no one died. This is a blessing in disguise!"

"My God, that's only three. The Joker has one, the Riddler has one, and Batman has already caused chaos in Gotham City. Do you know how many lunatics the Joker and the Riddler have? Do you know how many casualties their mercenaries cause every day? Do you need me to count them for you? If that group of people starts fighting, the days of Gotham's earth-shattering chaos are numbered."

"So what do you want to do? Hand over Batman and expect some mercy from the madman?"

"End the war! The priority now is to end the war! We're outside the war zone now, but it's still a bloodbath inside! And even if the federal special forces come, they may not be able to stop those lunatics!"

Sheriff Gordon turned off the news on his phone with a heavy heart. Although the host named Frank's words were unpleasant to the ear, unfortunately, he was not wrong.

He raised his pipe and took a puff, and the huge bat light cast a bat-shadowed beam of light from his side into the night sky.

"You're looking for me."

Batman walked out of the darkness, and he came quietly as always.

"Did you hear what was said on the TV show?" Gordon asked.

"cost."

"No, not the price, nor the madman." Gordon shook his head. "Those are just comments. The key is the facts."

"Federal Special Forces."

"Yes, they just gave me the news, the news from the federal special forces."

"They're already here."

Gordon was stunned. He glanced at Batman and replied, "Yes, they were here."

"When I was fighting Slade, Little Floyd."

"Yes, that's when, without a trace, two special forces teams arrived, the best of the best, moving simultaneously, one into the East Side and the other into the Upper West Side."

"They're only now telling me to 'clean up the mess at Gotham Police Department.'

“But something went wrong.”

Gordon was silent for a moment and looked at his watch. "It's been twenty minutes since the operation started."

"Just now, the troops in the Upper West District lost contact, and now - no news at all."

At this time, Sheriff Gordon's phone rang. He took a look at the caller and saw that it was a colleague from the police station, so he answered the call.

"Sheriff, someone has contacted you on your landline—it's the Riddler."

Gordon and Batman exchanged a glance before quickly rushing off to their offices.

"Sheriff Gordon?"

"Riddler, what do you want to do?" "I just want to remind the Gotham Police Department not to litter without any reason." The Riddler on the other end of the phone replied calmly: "It took me a while to deal with them, but no matter what, I decided to observe the etiquette of hospitality."

"Captain Gordon, you're welcome to come to any part of the East District anytime, and I'm welcome to come in anytime to 'clean up that mess'"

Upon hearing this, Sheriff Gordon couldn't help but clench his fists. This was the exact words that the federal special forces had spoken to the police station. Knowing this meant that the Riddler had grasped the movements of the federal special forces in advance.

There was a beeping sound from the phone, and after the Riddler completed this unilateral notification, he hung up the phone.

Jingle Bell--

Commissioner Gordon frowned. Right after the Riddler's call, his cell phone rang again, which gave him a bad feeling.

"Hey?"

"Gordon, the operation failed. The Upper West Side team was completely wiped out. That bastard Joker used their communicator to contact us."

Commissioner Gordon sighed. He hated that he always guessed these bad things.

"What did he say?"

"He said he wanted to buy some camouflage uniforms a few days ago, but couldn't find any."

When he said this, the other person's teeth were chattering, and he was obviously furious.

"He said thank you for our camouflage uniforms."

Sheriff Gordon remained silent.

In the evening, at Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne silently gazed at the bat lights in the sky, watched the smoke rising everywhere in the park area, heard the sound of gunfire, and watched the kite man flying in the sky.

I have a way to deal with those guys, he thought secretly, Penguin, Ventriloquist, Crocodile. I can beat them, but I need time, and Gotham City lacks time the most right now.

Every minute and every second, while Batman was fighting with those super criminals, hired soldiers from both sides were fighting and killing each other all over the city. Kite Man or Ma Zhaodi alone could not rescue all of these people.

I have to do something, he thought to himself, if Batman can't do it, let Bruce Wayne try.

"Alfred." He suddenly turned and looked at the old butler beside him: "I plan to arrange a dinner party.

Alfred's face suddenly showed a trace of surprise. "Dinner party? Oh, of course, I will arrange it for you - but who do you plan to invite at this time?"

"Well, when I was little, my mother used to say that when you're lost, just have dinner."

"At the time, I would argue, 'What's so special about dinner? We eat it every day, but we don't feel there's any magic in it.' And my mom would say, 'Bruce, this isn't just any dinner, this is a traditional, French nine-course meal.'"

When Ah Fu heard this, a knowing expression appeared on his face.

“It’s not just about eating, it’s about the art of eating—sitting at the table and taking the time to get to know your food, and also taking the time to get to know the guests you choose to host, the people you share your food with.”

"If you do it right, with decorum, preparation, and skill, this dinner will save you from confusion."

"Of course, Master." Alfred said, "I will arrange the dinner for you."

"Please feel free to worry."

(End of this chapter)