Chapter 1444: Flying Birds and Returning (V)

The moment she saw the Joker, Barbara subconsciously reached for her gun—and then remembered she had changed clothes and wasn't carrying one.

Not long after Damian left her room at Wei En Manor, Barbara climbed out of the windowsill. She had to go see her father, and more importantly, she might be able to see her mother.

As smart as Oracle, how could she not think that in this universe with a timeline further back, her mother was very likely still alive? She really wanted to see her mother once.

She knew that at this time, her father should still be working hard at the police station. As the only good policeman working diligently in a huge city, Gordon always had endless work to do.

Every night when duty ended, as long as Barbara walked to the downstairs of the police station and looked up, she could see the familiar lights in Gordon's office room.

Barbara went, but the lights weren't on.

She was wearing the Batgirl uniform, so she hesitated about whether to climb over the wall, but she didn't hesitate for long before the gatekeeper of the Cat Getan Police Station on night duty came over and asked what she was doing there.

Barbara didn't know why the surveillance of the Cat Getan Police Station in this universe wasn't broken. Usually, it was broken, and only the thousand or so installed by Batman were useful, and those surveillance images could only be seen in the Batcave. The gatekeeper couldn't possibly know.

Barbara guessed that this old man might be Batman's mysterious informant, but she couldn't care about that now. At such a late hour, Gordon wasn't in his office, which meant he must have gone out on duty, which meant something very dangerous and urgent must have happened, most of which was related to Batman.

Did the madmen of Arkham Asylum escape collectively again? Did the Joker stage another kidnapping to force Batman to appear? Did mysterious toxins appear in the drinking water or air again?

Countless terrifying thoughts floated in Barbara's mind, so she didn't have time to delay any longer. She grabbed the gatekeeper's arm and asked: "My father... I mean, where did Police Chief Gordon go?"

"He went home."

Instantly, Barbara's heart sank to the bottom. It was highly likely that the worst situation had happened. Her mother or her in this world had been kidnapped. The Joker, Scarecrow, or Hugo could all be the culprits.

With such a mood, Barbara walked toward her home along the familiar route, but when she knocked open the slightly old door, the person who opened it was a family of strangers.

Barbara asked them where James Gordon had gone. They only said they heard the landlord mention it, and it seemed to be the name of the previous tenant.

Barbara had to find the landlord who lived upstairs, and then she learned that Gordon had long moved away from here. It was said that he bought a new house in the North District.

Barbara rushed to the North District again. Fortunately, the distance itself wasn't too far. After passing through streets full of luxury cars, her gaze fell on the iron gate with Gothic patterns, on which hung a sign with the words "Gordon Manor" written in fancy English.

Barbara nimbly climbed over the wall, approached the manor building from the garden, and climbed onto the second-floor balcony along the drainpipe, listening to the sounds coming from the brightly lit room.

"My father will attend my cousin's wedding. At that time, I must return to Sicily. He couldn't possibly allow me to be impolite and miss my cousin's wedding. After all, my uncle came when I got engaged..."

"But the planning meeting for the concert event is really important! Yin Wensi! You have extraordinary talent in this regard. Where can Cat Getan find an artist as learned and talented as you?"

"But what I know is opera, not rap."

"It's all the same anyway!"

"Alright, Luo Yin, don't be so anxious..."

Barbara recognized that this seemed to be Gordon's voice, only it wasn't as hoarse, and sounded much younger.

"How can I not be anxious? The album's momentum is very strong now. In less than a week, it will definitely top the Billboard, and it is very likely to impact this year's Grammy. This is a great opportunity for a breakthrough in Cat Getan's tourism industry..."

"Then let's move the date of the planning meeting forward a bit... Who's there!"

Barbara took a step forward, and saw a pitch-black gun barrel pick open the curtain and press against her head.

At the moment of eye contact between father and daughter, both were stunned.

What shocked Barbara was that Gordon was a bit too young.

Of course, Gordon couldn't be called a young man. He was quite a bit older than Bruce Wei En, but "young" didn't mean he had fewer wrinkles on his face, but that his temperament was very different. He looked simply energetic.

The Gordon in Barbara's impression had long since merged with the style of this city. God didn't show him any mercy in such terrifying darkness, and he was as exhausted and old as all Gothamites, just not as numb as them.

But this wasn't without reason. The life of Cat Getan's last conscience was soaked in the blood of those who died unjustly and the panic of the people struggling to survive. These things eroded him day after day, making time even less merciful to him.

Barbara had never seen, nor had she ever thought she would see, a red-faced Gordon—looking like he hadn't worked overtime all night recently, and at least hadn't had nightmares for three days and had slept very well.

And Gordon was shocked by Barbara's appearance. He blurted out: "Barbara... Sorry, I mean, are you Barbara's sister? Why are you dressed like this?"

Barbara knew that the "Barbara" in his mouth should be her mother. She couldn't even care about the shock in her heart, nor could she care about Gordon's gun barrel. She took a big step forward, rushed out from the curtain, grabbed Gordon's arm, and said: "Where is my mother?"

"Your mother?" Gordon looked at her quite puzzled. He looked Barbara up and down from head to toe, and then said: "Forgive my bold speculation, Barbara couldn't possibly have a daughter as big as you, or are you her niece?"

"I..."

Barbara's messy thoughts didn't know where to start. Gordon took a step back and let Barbara into the room.

Seeing that Gordon had guests, Luo Yin and Yin Wensi sitting on the sofa both stood up. Yin Wensi nodded to Gordon and said: "You guys talk, we'll leave first."

After saying this, he and Luo Yin left. Gordon invited Barbara to sit on the sofa, and then Barbara told him about the other universe and Batman sending them here.

Batgirl looked at the exquisitely carved armrest under her hand quite helplessly. In her impression, the Gordon family had never been so wealthy. Her childhood and youth were spent in anxiety of making ends meet but always failing.

Gordon touched his chin with his fingers and said: "Bruce told me about the other universe, but I didn't expect personnel movement to be so fast. So, I still married Barbara? Sure enough, the decision I made to send her a text message to reconcile that day was right."

"James!" Barbara raised her tone and called: "What's going on with this manor? Why are you so rich?"

"I didn't buy this." Gordon waved his hand and said: "Alberto gave it to me. Don't ask me why I accepted it. You can't let the Godfather hide in a dark and dilapidated apartment building every day to talk to me, right?"

"Alberto? Holiday Killer?!"

"My god." Gordon slapped his forehead and said: "Stupid girl, you can't call the Godfather by his name outside, otherwise you'll get shot!"

"I'm a bit confused!" Barbara looked at Gordon and said: "You really have to tell me what's going on with this universe..."

"Of course, but have you had dinner?"

"I..." Barbara was choked again.

Before she could answer, she saw Gordon stand up, so Barbara looked up at Gordon and asked: "Where are you going?"

"Eat barbecue, let's go, I'll take you with me, but you have to change out of this strange outfit first."

Barbara looked down at her Batgirl uniform and asked somewhat blankly: "What's wrong with this outfit? Isn't it quite good?"

"It's quite good, it's just a bit too much like Batman. The barbecue stall owner will think you're that kind of fanatical Batman fan, a groupie, you know? That's not very good."

After saying this, Gordon walked to the side of the reception room and picked up the phone, then said: "Hello? Mr. Spencer Jr.? It's me, can you help me send a set of women's clothes? Size is one-size-fits-all, casual wear, not formal wear... No no no, don't send me a carload of luxury bags again! Isn't scaring one Barbara enough?"

After a while, Barbara saw a group of gangsters in black suits walk in and hand Gordon a box. Barbara's heart was already in her throat. She was really afraid that Gordon would ask "How is the goods" or something in the next second.

After the box was opened, it was a set of clothes, women's casual sportswear, with a small dog printed on the chest.

After the gang members left, Gordon handed the clothes to Barbara and said: "It's a pity, your mother is working in Washington now, and so far I haven't completely chased her back, so I'm afraid you won't see her for a short time."

"However, I can take you to see a few of my old friends. I really have to tell them that my decision to send a text message to reconcile was right. I made a wise decision to save my lifelong happiness, and it was definitely not a death struggle of a stray dog abandoned."

Barbara's brain was still not very clear, but she still took the clothes and went to the walk-in closet. Listen, walk-in closet! Barbara complained, the Gordon family actually had a walk-in closet!

As soon as she walked into the walk-in closet, she knew what Gordon meant when he said on the phone not to send a carload of luxury bags. The value of everything she could see in this one walk-in closet alone was estimated to be enough to buy the old house of the Gordon family in her universe and the building where she currently rented an apartment.

Barbara gasped while changing clothes. After she walked out, Gordon praised: "You look at least ten years younger."

Barbara pulled the edge of the sportswear somewhat uncomfortably, as if she had returned to the period when her clothes were always a bit short. She followed Gordon out with a dizzy head and sat in a Bentley.

"You look like a complete dirty cop." Barbara couldn't help but say: "The kind that makes a lot of money by maintaining relationships with gangs."

"I am."

Barbara was choked.

"Otherwise, where do you think the luxury cars and luxury houses come from?" Gordon held the steering wheel, looking ahead and saying: "They all come from gangs."

After saying this, he looked at the time. Barbara immediately gasped. The watch on Gordon's wrist should be enough to buy his house and the building where her rented apartment was located.

Gordon suddenly laughed brilliantly, looked at Barbara in the passenger seat, and said: "You are exactly like your mother. You guess what she did when she returned to Cat Getan and saw this situation after I sought reconciliation with her?"

"Surprised?"

"Even more, she slapped me and turned to leave."

Gordon turned his head back, sighed lightly, turned the steering wheel, and said: "I never dared to hope that the part of her that really loved me, loved the things that drove me to Cat Getan. Some people call it stupidity, some people call it justice, perhaps it's all the same."

"Then why do you..."

"I already said, this is a social need. If I let that group of gang bosses break two pairs of shoes on the creaking old stairs, they will really demolish that building and build a manor for me."

Gordon showed a smile that she couldn't understand to Barbara, and then turned his head back again, lowered his eyelids, and said.

"Asking the lamb will let you know that I didn't obey them, but let them go. What I accepted was not a reward, but a sacrifice." ===== CHAPTER 1445 =====