"Becoming a father."

"Become...Father."

When the cold light of the batarang is reflected in Batman's blue eyes, it's like a bird catching a glimpse of the skyline in a polar storm.

The sharp blade cut through the frozen atmosphere in the Sheriff's Office, carrying an icy wake and severing the artery on the side of Jonathan Klein's neck.

In an instant, vitality burst out from the bright red, and then began to flow irretrievably.

Gordon rushed over in shock and hugged Jonathan who was slowly falling. He stared at Batman who threw the batarang with wide eyes and shouted:

"Batman, are you crazy?!!!!"

Jonathan, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to push away Gordon who was trying to stop the bleeding. He covered his bleeding neck with weak hands and said in a broken voice.

"Get away!...let me hear...what he is saying..."

Batman's lips moved.

At this time, a bright flash of lightning flashed outside the window of the Gotham Police Station, and rumbling thunder followed one after another, just like every night when Batman fell from the roof of the building.

Batman's voice was very soft, but it drowned out the deafening thunder. Those things that he had failed to express in countless nights were woven into a cry with this soft and soft tone.

Jonathan listened carefully before hearing the words from Batman's mouth.
Chapter completed!