His mind echoed it with as much certainty as he knew was behind that mask, that voice.
"But for as long as it does, Dent's prosecution lasts. Those people stay in jail, and there's time to do something about it. If they'd known what he became - that he killed Maroni and those cops - the city would have never have forgiven him. And right then they needed their hero. They needed to believe in Harvey Dent."
And it wouldn't last. Yes. That was why he was begging for forgiveness. The cops would waste their time chasing Batman halfway across the city, and the slur would be there forever. The story would become uncertain, and Gordon's role in it would be thrown into question. He could be demoted again. He didn't care.
But it was the same look of determination he'd seen in Batman's expression then, too. It had been his plan, after all.
"You know me, don't you? Not just as Commissioner. It's more than that. How long have we been working together in your..." He didn't want to say it, but now the idea had been planted in his head it was the only thing that made sense. He ground his teeth before forcing out the word: "--world."
The whole thing made him sick. Alternate worlds, people who were the same who weren't his people. His daughter, her friends. Other Batpeople. Child soldiers. An older Commissioner Gordon, with so much sadness in his life--with the Joker in his life.
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His mind echoed it with as much certainty as he knew was behind that mask, that voice.
"But for as long as it does, Dent's prosecution lasts. Those people stay in jail, and there's time to do something about it. If they'd known what he became - that he killed Maroni and those cops - the city would have never have forgiven him. And right then they needed their hero. They needed to believe in Harvey Dent."
And it wouldn't last. Yes. That was why he was begging for forgiveness. The cops would waste their time chasing Batman halfway across the city, and the slur would be there forever. The story would become uncertain, and Gordon's role in it would be thrown into question. He could be demoted again. He didn't care.
But it was the same look of determination he'd seen in Batman's expression then, too. It had been his plan, after all.
"You know me, don't you? Not just as Commissioner. It's more than that. How long have we been working together in your..." He didn't want to say it, but now the idea had been planted in his head it was the only thing that made sense. He ground his teeth before forcing out the word: "--world."
The whole thing made him sick. Alternate worlds, people who were the same who weren't his people. His daughter, her friends. Other Batpeople. Child soldiers. An older Commissioner Gordon, with so much sadness in his life--with the Joker in his life.