Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 86 I’m full, I can’t eat anymore

Mid-February, Valentine's Day.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and Wayne Manor was peaceful. Prosecutor Harvey and Sheriff Gordon were sitting in front of the warm fireplace. The fire was burning brightly. The neatly chopped birch wood and coal were burning quietly in the red flames, making crackling sounds from time to time.

This atmosphere made the two of them feel very comfortable, even without mentioning the black tea brewed by Alfred, or the comfortable environment in Wayne Manor, or the commemorative works of art that can be seen everywhere, or the large murals that record the past of the manor - just sitting by the warm fireplace, listening to the crisp sound of burning firewood in the fireplace, opening a book in the bright firelight, and then reading it slowly, this is enough to make people forget the cold wind and snow outside the window.

But neither of them was in the mood to read, so Harvey simply wandered around the room, while Gordon took out his pocket watch from time to time to check the time.

At this moment, Alfred suddenly raised his voice slightly and spoke.

"Gentlemen, since today is Valentine's Day, I feel it would be remiss of me not to point out one thing."

Harvey and Gordon looked over at him at the same time, and he continued, "Well, what can I say? Judging from Master Bruce's popularity..."

"He might not be back for quite some time."

Hearing this, Gordon looked up at the huge French window in front of the stairs. The twilight covered the sky, the sun had disappeared, and it was almost night, but Bruce Wayne was still nowhere to be seen.

He sighed slightly and asked casually, "Harvey, would you like to visit again later?"

The person behind me didn't respond.

"Harvey?"

Gordon turned his head and saw Harvey Dent standing in front of a huge portrait in Wayne Manor, looking at it carefully.

The portrait shows a handsome man and a gentle woman. The man's features are quite similar to Bruce's. There is no doubt that the people in the portrait are the previous head of the Wayne family and his wife.

"So, that's Bruce's dad, huh?"

Harvey turned and pointed his thumb at the man in the portrait. "This is, uh, Alfred, right? You don't happen to remember someone named 'Falcone' being here before, do you?"

"Come to see this Dr. Thomas Wayne?"

As Alfred listened to Harvey's question, the smile on his face faded slightly; Gordon couldn't help but sigh when he heard Harvey's direct and rude question, took off his glasses, and rubbed his brows in frustration.

The butler no longer looked at Harvey, but turned to look at Sheriff Gordon. "As I said, today is Valentine's Day, and I'm sure you have some other obligations. Sheriff Gordon, how is Mrs. Gordon? It's been a while since we last saw each other."

Gordon's expression suddenly changed. He knew that this was Alfred's order to evict him, but he also knew that there was a high probability that Mrs. Gordon was waiting for him at home.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

At this moment, Harvey's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello? Harvey, where are you now? Is it convenient for me to answer the phone? I have something to say."

Next, Harvey said hello to the two of them and went out to answer the phone.

"Okay now, Ma Zhaodi, what do you want to say?"

"Okay, Harvey, I'll cut to the chase. Listen carefully."

"First, when I was working at Maroni's restaurant, I saw Vernon hooking up with Maroni and taking a lot of money from him. I guess you were being watched."

"Second, the holiday killer came to Maroni's restaurant, killed four people, blew up a car, and left behind a pistol, a pacifier, bullet casings and the kind of Valentine's Day chocolates commonly found in stores - the scene has now been cleaned up by Maroni, so you don't have to rush over." Harvey clenched his fists as he listened to the news told by Ma Zhaodi.

"Speaking of which, there's another interesting piece of gossip." Ma Zhaodi's voice rang out again: "Today I saw Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle having dinner together. I guess they might have a romantic sleepless night tonight - haha, I don't envy them at all."

This gossip also made Harvey feel uncomfortable, because it meant that he and Gordon had waited in vain at Wayne Manor today, and Bruce was likely not to come back tonight.

Ten minutes later, Harvey came back from the door. Gordon could tell from his expression that he seemed a little tired, angry and frustrated.

"Harvey, what happened?"

"No, Gordon." Harvey shook his head. "It's no big deal. I can handle it."

Seeing this, Gordon stopped asking and sighed instead: "Barbara Harvey, did you remember what Valentine's Day gift to buy Greda?"

Harvey froze in his tracks. The gloom on his face faded temporarily, replaced by a look of despair. He stretched out his hands and covered his cheeks. "No. Oh my God, Greda will kill me."

"Harvey, you haven't hung up yet."

At that moment, Ma Zhaodi's voice suddenly came from Harvey's phone: "Harvey, Chief Gordon, long time no see. You two are very lucky. I made a few extra Valentine's Day chocolates and will find a package to send to your house on the way home. Mark it as the host's personal address. These chocolates are now your order. Remember not to say the wrong thing when you come in."

"It's 9:07 in the evening. If you hurry, you can still get home before Valentine's Day is over and try to earn Mrs. Gordon and Mrs. Dent's forgiveness."

"I'm done with work for today. I should go home and enjoy my single life."

"That's it, Ciao—"

Gordon and Harvey looked at each other in confusion. After a moment, they both breathed a sigh of relief as if they had survived a disaster.

At least today's Valentine's Day has not been completely wasted.

"crunch"

"The courier told me you'd be home soon."

Barbara was sitting at the table, holding a blonde baby and feeding him with a bottle. The food on the table had been reheated and there was an unopened package next to it.

"So I heated up the food."

"Barbara"

Gordon looked at his smiling wife and was speechless for a moment. It was not until he was pulled to the table and sat down that he reached out to open the package and took out a beautifully wrapped heart-shaped chocolate.

"I know I've told you this too many times, but I'm still sorry."

"Shh-"

Barbara gently covered Gordon's mouth, took the chocolate from his hand, and kissed it gently.

It was a very familiar feeling, just like the night he proposed to me many years ago.

“No matter how many times you tell me, I never get tired of hearing it.”

(End of this chapter)