Vol 7 Chapter 187: Framed

In the forensic morgue of the Gotham City Police Department, a dilapidated corpse was lying on the autopsy bed. Director Gordon looked extremely solemn, carefully examining the condition of the corpse.
There was almost no good meat on this corpse, and countless open wounds with deep bones were cut open by a sharp blade, and the organs in the body could be clearly seen through the knife marks.
The corpse had an arm and a leg broken, and an incision was also made on the neck. The tracheal artery and most of the mental vertebrae were cut open. Only a small piece of skin and flesh was attached to the head and body.
In addition to the knife marks, there are bullet holes and bruises on the corpse. It can be seen that there was a fierce resistance before death, and after being subdued, he was brutally killed.
Director Gordon's sight fell on the face of the corpse, which was different from the horrible body. His head was relatively intact, and his expression at the time of death seemed a little peaceful, as if he was asleep.
Director Gordon is very familiar with this face. His heart is very heavy. He can't accept the reality and wonder if he is dreaming.
A person who, in his opinion, could never die, now died in front of him, already dead, and the body began to rot, Gordon only felt that the world was spinning, he knew that the development of things had completely lost control, there must be something Very terrible things are about to happen or have already happened.
The door of the morgue was suddenly knocked open. A beautiful woman rushed in with a teenage child. The lady rushed to the dissection table in despair. She saw the corpse for a while, and then burst into tears. He came out, threw himself on the corpse and wailed hoarsely.
"Why? He obviously stayed in the heavily guarded fortress, and would be brutally murdered in the most guarded place in Hope Country?"
The beautiful lady cried with makeup, grabbed Chief Gordon's jacket sturdily, and shouted: "What do you policemen do for food? Why don't you complete your duties well and protect him!"
"Sorry..." Director Gordon sighed: "But you may not know that we lost more than forty police officers last night."
The young man who broke into the morgue with the sad lady felt his chin and muttered: "He was killed. This is too unruly. It seems that something must be wrong. The severity is not low."
Turning to Director Gordon, the boy asked: "Did you compare the DNA? Are you sure that this corpse is the person?"
Director Gordon frowned and said, "Damian, you seem to have no right to intervene in this case. I am not obliged to report the case to you."
"Are you sure? I have obtained the security authorization letter from the Gotham City Government. The legality is much more reasonable than when you illegally provided Batman with internal information in private!"
The boy raised his eyebrows: "The Wayne Group is about to collapse, and the Batman Fund allocated to Gotham City will be cut off every year. Under this circumstance, you dare to shake your face with a super funder like me. The police officer can't pay a salary for a month. Can the relatives of the police officer who died last night not receive a generous pension?"
Director Gordon said helplessly: "Well, for the sake of the money, for the sake of those poor police officers' families... Forensic doctors have conducted a comprehensive genetic comparison and collected cells from various organs and tissues on the corpse. It is certain that the deceased is Joe Kerr, the famous "Joker"."
The beautiful blond lady pounced on the bald boy with teary eyes and tugged at him and said, "I will never let go of the demon who killed Pudding. Boss, you must avenge me!"
Director Gordon rolled his eyes and murmured, "Maybe the murderer is an angel... God hasn't sent angels to punish the wicked."
The bald boy shook his head slightly and said, "Angels are not capable of killing clowns. If they hit the clown, the hair on the chicken wings is not plucked out. God blesses them. The wicked need to be polished by the wicked. Only those who can kill the clown Existence that is more fierce and darker than the clown, such as... Batman. I want to obtain surveillance video of the murder scene!"
Director Gordon looked embarrassed and didn't follow the boy's instructions. The boy displeased: "Don't forget about the pension. Are you really planning to let the family members of your subordinates who were born and die with you to drink northwest wind?"
"The surveillance data on the scene has been destroyed..." Director Gordon said hesitated: "But there is another witness who was rescued from a serious injury. That person said that Arkham was attacked by..."
"who is it?"
"Batman..."
Director Gordon said the name with difficulty: "But I just talked to Bruce on the phone. He said that he had been at the manor last night and never left. In his current capacity, he had no motivation to assassinate the clown. Let’s talk about the witness’s testimony. The man in the bat armor uses guns, and his marksmanship is extremely accurate. He is an old gunner. I think the murderer should be pretending to be Batman to commit crimes and want to blame him."
The bald boy nodded clearly, and said confidently: "That's right, the murderer is Batman!"
Gordon shook his heart and said loudly, "Damian, are you going to frame your father and plant this murder on President Wayne?"
"Only Batman can kill the Joker. Isn't that a simple truth?"
The bald boy said coldly: "Do you think any cat or dog can kill the Joker by wearing Batman clothes? If you are a mimic, even if you can break into the heavily guarded Arkham, you will be easily strangled by the Joker in the Joker's cell. I will arrange for the media to interview eyewitnesses. This case must be made public and done in an open and transparent manner!
"You just want to frame him!"
Director Gordon roared: "You know that President Wayne can't inexplicably break into Arkham to kill the clown at this time. He never uses a gun. Why do you do this? Just because President Wayne is against you. You just slander him so fiercely, you want to kill him, he is your father!"
"Director, you don't understand, I have my own reason for doing this!"
The bald young man's face was as deep as water, his expression was extremely serious, and he said unquestionably: "Moreover, I am sure that more reliable evidence can be found. Check the nails of the deceased. He fought with the murderer before he died, and the nails may be extracted. The murderer’s dander, as long as you perform a genetic comparison to know if Bruce Wayne did it. This kind of direct evidence from the scene is more convincing than President Wayne’s sentence,
I was not there at the time of the incident
!"
Having said that, he no longer paid attention to the indignant Director Gordon, pulling the crying beauty's ponytail and forcibly dragging her away from the morgue.
Director Gordon was stunned, looking at the teenager's leaving back, and said bitterly: "Bruce, what a cruel and vicious son you gave birth to, couldn't you manage your belts back then?"