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"I..."

"Yes?" intoned the Gotham Goliath.

"I... always..."

"You always...?" questioned the Darknight Detective.

"I... always... knew.. it was you... Bruce."

And with that, Commissioner Gordon died.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" shrieked the Batman at the ceiling, and beyond it the sky, and beyond it whatever Gods had abandoned him, his fists balled in horror, his nosepiece casting a triangular shadow over his tightly-stretched lips and clenched, white, seamless teeth as he leaned over the emptied earthly vessel of the one man on the Gotham City Police Department he would trust with his very life, and who trusted him also. This night was supposed to be a beginning... a beginning of a new kind of hero. Instead it was the end of an old kind of hero. The gore-filled end of the good, honest, brave, single-handed cop the Batman called, when of him he spoke, "friend."

Whatever "perp" perpetrated this made a big mistake, thought the Caped Crook-catcher. *This made it PERSONAL.*



That's classic.