"Prisoner, Edward Nygma."
"You are to maintain complete silence. Any talk, noise, movement, any resistance, will be punished swiftly and severely. Now, in preparation for your assignment to cellblock C, please place your hands in front of you."
…
Jim Gordon prepares to put the Riddler into the bondage suit himself.
This is a top-of-the-line prisoner transport vehicle. In addition to the reinforced body and bulletproof glass, the doors and windows are reinforced with metal protective materials to ensure that the prisoners being transported cannot escape.
Inside the huge carriage, more than 20 armed policemen were on guard, each wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a rifle.
Gordon was certain that with such an escort lineup, even the Riddler would not be able to escape.
perhaps.
"Have you talked to him?"
The Riddler said, "You're in such a hurry to transfer me to Arkham?"
"I don't like to start with a warning," Commissioner Gordon said. "Why don't we start with the threat of rubber bullets?"
He said to the policeman next to him:
"Let him kneel down."
The policeman next to him pointed his gun at the Riddler.
Click, click, click, click…
Five or six guns were pointed at the Riddler's forehead almost at the same time. The red laser dots fell on his head, making him look even more terrifying.
"Let's do a riddle."
The Riddler said, "How long will it take to escape the cage?"
"10 seconds? 15 seconds? Half a minute? An hour? Or even a lifetime?"
Gordon felt an inexplicable chill that crawled up from the soles of his feet to his tailbone.
"The answer is—"
"Twenty seconds."
"Shut up, you..."
Jim Gordon realized what the other party was going to do, but now it was too late.
"Hey, Andrew! Wait a minute, don't listen to Gordon. Remember you have three kids - Maya, Carolyn, and Caitlin - who go to Bright Community School in Conway."
Hearing the familiar name, the policeman's gun muzzle immediately sank slightly.
"And, I've escaped from Arkham a dozen times, and I'll escape again, I'll find them, and I'll kill them."
"What?"
the soldier whispered.
A great fear gripped Commissioner Gordon's heart.
"Officer, you are given orders, not choices."
"Chris! Does Commissioner Gordon know that you have been secretly accepting bribes from Two-Face behind his back? You are also involved in Black Mask's powder-selling network, but you may have forgotten that Harvey Dent is a former district attorney, and district attorneys are used to collecting all criminal evidence - so here comes the most interesting part."
"He collected enough evidence to put you in Blackgate prison for 100 years."
"And I hold the evidence, dear Chris. If you don't do what I say, everything you've done will be exposed immediately—"
“Oh shit, I didn’t realize your coworkers seemed to have heard your shit, too.
"This is terrible. They all know what you did. They will report you as soon as they return. Do you really want to go to jail and stay with those prisoners you have arrested?"
I'd like to propose a good solution:
What do you think of the idea of killing everyone present to ensure that the secret remains hidden? Of course, you have to protect me, otherwise once I die, your secret will be exposed too-"
Gordon saw Chris's gun muzzle tremble twice.
"Chris, don't believe in enigmas..."
Before Gordon could finish his words, he saw Chris pointing the gun at him.
"What the hell."
Jim Gordon cursed, "Shut his mouth—"
"Darryl, Jill, Christopher, Raphael, Ron, Connor, Josh..."
"As if I knew all of you, and your dear, sweet, soon-to-be-dead families, and your darkest, deepest, most shameful secrets."
“It feels like this is the first time we’ve met.”
The Riddler said, "This is an interesting riddle."
Bang!
A policeman suddenly shot his comrade in the head without any warning. As the sound of gunfire from those out of control began to ring out, the situation turned into an unmanageable chaos.
The bullet penetrated the flesh, drilled through the texture, and lodged in the bone. The other policeman fell down without a sound. They were all professional policemen from the same system, and they all knew each other's tricks.
That is... strike first to gain the upper hand!
"here we go."
The Riddler said.
"No, put your gun down, do you hear me?" Commissioner Gordon was still trying to stop it, but it was of no avail.
"lay down-"
"I heard it! You heard it too, I have a *##%%@#* child!"
"I will never let a psychopath like Edward Nygma walk out of this car!"
"Everyone! You have to stop! Daryl, put your weapons down, now, I'm not kidding you—"
Bang!
"Who was the first time you met him and also the last time you met him?"
"Arkham Guard."
The Riddler lay on the ground, leisurely placing his hands behind his head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of intense gunfire.
"Oh no, that's too specific, you have to be here."
Bang! Bang!
"Who is someone you could meet once and never see again?"
"A bunch of stupid cops with bullets in their heads."
Bang!
"No, I don't feel that, it's frustrating, that's why I have to talk to him, he just makes everything make sense."
Jim Gordon knelt in a pool of blood.
"Oh my goodness."
"Gordon, could you please contact him one more time? I would really appreciate it."
…
"Impossible, Joker, this is pure suicide."
Scarecrow said, "Batman has set a trap for you to go back. I'm not going with you. There's no way."
"What do you mean, no way?"
"What I mean is that the target is too small, Joker. When we joined forces, we agreed to destroy the entire city, not just one person."
"But this city, you idiot, is his, and once we get him, Gotham will be ours, and we have to do it for our own sake..."
"We can't let that outsider Bane take away Batman's attention from us!"
"So you're just going to go over there like an idiot? I don't understand what Batman's attention means to us? How does it help the plan?"
"Give up that thought, you clown. I've had enough of your dictatorship."
The clown's face darkened.
"You've decided, haven't you?"
Then in an instant, without warning, he punched the Scarecrow in the face.
"You actually hit me for Batman? That's a very unwise move."
The scarecrow stumbled back two steps and raised the fear poison in his hand: "I can pinch him anytime I want!"
"Hahahahaha—your fear gas?" The clown laughed wildly: "I'm looking forward to it!"