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Chapter 97 Green Dream
green.

All of Gotham turned green.

This was Gordon's first feeling after opening the door.

People were coming and going on the streets, wearing bright green scarves, green headdresses in the shape of shamrocks, and green hats (Irish culture is somewhat different from ours, so here it can be understood as changing into new clothes during the Spring Festival), and even their faces were painted with green oil paint.

Everywhere Gordon looked was filled with a sea of green people, singing and dancing, and the cheerful sounds of violins, drums and trumpets almost filled the entire block.

"That would be nice, if there were no gang fights and holiday killers. Maybe this is what St. Patrick's Day in Gotham should be like."

Gordon couldn't help but smile as he thought about it. The green crowd was so enthusiastic, the joyful music was so loud, and the festive atmosphere was so warm. Even he, who was always frowning, became happy at this moment.

Wait, festival killer.
Thinking of this, Gordon suddenly woke up from his dream. St. Patrick's Day had clearly passed, but the scene before him was...
"Gordon, why is there so much noise on the street? What's going on?"

Barbara, his wife, walked to the door with her child in her arms and saw the green crowd on the street. She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "I thought Patrick's Day was over."

"That's what I'm like—"

"What are you waiting for? The holidays are here!"

A green magic elf dwarf holding a wooden wand staggered out from the crowd, gently waved the wand, and changed Gordon and Barbara's clothes into green suits and bowler hats.

Gordon also had a cane in his hand.

"To be honest, I'm a little allergic to this green outfit and this round hat," Sheriff Gordon said subconsciously. "And this cane reminds me of a very troublesome guy."

The magic elf was very human, and with another wave of the wand, Gordon's clothes changed into a green western leather jacket, jeans, a cowboy hat and riding boots.

He also had a green water gun in the shape of a revolver in his hand.

"Oh, you look really cool."

"Thanks, Barbara, but I'm still not sure what happened overnight—"

"Hey, Sheriff Gordon!"

"Harvey? Why are you like this?"

Harvey Dent, wearing a green windbreaker and a peaked hat, appeared in front of the two of them, holding Greda, who was wearing a green long dress. His face was involuntarily affected by the atmosphere, and his expression seemed somewhat relaxed. "I don't know, but it doesn't hurt when I hit myself, so this might be a dream."

"Dream"

"Why are you still thinking so much?"

Barbara took Gordon's hand and said, "Since this is just a dream, why not celebrate this St. Patrick's Day before you wake up?"

Little Gordon, with green hair on his head, was still in his cradle, but at this moment he was floating behind Barbara and nodded in agreement.

"Something must be wrong with the world."

Sheriff Gordon stared at little Gordon floating in the air in amazement, and then was pulled into the crowd.

There were so many people marching that they stretched from one end of the block to the other. In fact, the entire Gotham was filled with jubilant crowds.

Even the water surrounding Gotham turned green, looking down from the Brown and Three Gate Bridges.

The river flowing through the city bubbled, transformed into a river of green beer; the building materials turned into green chocolate and candy, easily broken off and tasted; the clouds in the sky were green cakes, occasionally falling and crashing into the crowd, but no one felt pain or was hurt; the fountain in the square gushed out green ice cream, which was now surrounded by a group of greedy children, waiting for the magical elves and dwarfs to distribute their share. Of course, some people were not affected by the festive atmosphere - Carmine Falcone woke up today to find that his gold watch had been transformed into a green children's watch, and now even his face was green.

"dong dong dong"

There was a sudden knock on the Godfather's bedroom door, which made him quite strange. Within three minutes after waking up, he concluded that he was in a dream. All his men were not in the apartment and they didn't know where they had gone. Who would be knocking on the door at this time?
"Come in."

"Happy Father's Day, Dad."

A familiar voice sounded behind him. Falcone turned his head in disbelief. The figure that appeared at the door was indeed his youngest son, Alberto, whom he had been thinking about day and night and who had long been sleeping in the cemetery.

"Alberto, my Alberto, how did you appear here——"

"Father, what are you talking about?"

Alberto had a puzzled look on his face. "It's Patrick's Day today, and you asked me to come celebrate with you—but why is there no one in your apartment? This is dangerous."

Falcone's mouth half-opened, his lips trembling twice, but he didn't ask or answer. He simply said, "Alberto, today is St. Patrick's Day."

"Come with me to the streets to celebrate the festival."

Alberto was a little confused, but still nodded, looking just like the obedient child in Falcone's decades-long memory. This simple answer made Falcone's eyes a little sore.

He said, "Yes, Father."

"Happy holidays, Heidi."

"Richard?"

The woman wandering alone on the street saw her deceased lover appear before her again. She covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, and then her eyes were filled with tears.

"Heidi, be happy during the holidays."

"Fuck! What the hell is this dream!"

Kara Vitti was practicing shooting in the basement, cursing. She didn't know why she had this damn dream, but she was very dissatisfied that her pistol had turned into a squirt gun that could only shoot green cream.

"Mom, why don't you go to the street?"

When Johnny Vitti appeared in front of her, Carla Vitti almost jumped up and cried loudly while hugging her son.

Such scenes happened everywhere in Gotham. Five members of the Irish gang held a concert in the square in the center of Gotham. The jubilant crowd cheered and surrounded them, but perhaps few people knew the dream they had when they left their hometown - to form their own band and become a world-famous superstar.

Carlo passed by Quick's house and found him baking cakes for his grandmother in the bright little house.

Brown, his wife and daughter were having dinner at home. The table was filled with delicious food, enough to not leave anyone hungry.

Smith took her mother for a walk in the park. Her mother looked so good, and the weakness and paleness left by years of selling blood had disappeared.

Duke sat in his office in high spirits. Even though it was a holiday, he was still processing work documents.

Wilson ate pizza and sang; Martin packed his luggage and bought a ticket to Star City on the platform; Thomas had a water fight with his parents using a water gun; Albert and his wife embraced each other in tears.
In the green dream, Gotham once again had a green St. Patrick's Day.

(End of this chapter)