The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1453 Asuka and Return ([-])

The moment she saw the clown, Barbara subconsciously touched the gun at her waist—and then remembered that she had changed clothes without a gun.

Probably not long after Damian left his room in Wayne Manor, Barbara climbed out of the window ledge, she had to see her father, and more importantly, she might be able to see her mother.

Clever as an oracle, how could she not have imagined that in this universe earlier in the timeline, her mother might not be dead yet, and she really wanted to see her mother so much.

She knew that her father should still be working hard in the police station at this time. As the only good policeman who worked diligently in a megacity, Gordon would never have enough work to do.

At the end of each night's duty, Barbara only needs to go downstairs to the police station and look up, and she can see the familiar lights in Gordon's office room.

Barbara went and the lights were off.

She was wearing a Batgirl uniform, so she was a little hesitant to climb over the wall, but after a short hesitation, the night guard at the Gotham Police Department came over and asked her what she was doing here.

Barbara doesn't know why the Gotham Police Station in this universe is not broken. Generally speaking, it is broken. Only the more than 1000 installed by Batman are easy to use, and those surveillance images can only be viewed in the Batcave. It is impossible for the doorman to know.

Barbara guessed that this uncle might be Batman's mysterious informant, but she couldn't care less about it at this time. Gordon was not in her office at such a late hour, which meant that he must be out on the job. This means that something very dangerous and urgent must have happened, most of which have to do with Batman.

Are the lunatics from Arkham Asylum fleeing again?The clown has engaged in a kidnapping case to force Batman to show up?Another mysterious toxin in drinking water or air?
Barbara's mind was full of horrible thoughts, so she didn't have time to delay. She took the doorman's arm and asked, "My father... I mean, where is Sheriff Gordon?"

"He's home."

In an instant, Barbara's heart sank to the bottom. It is very likely that the worst happened. Her mother or she in this world was kidnapped. The clown, the scarecrow, and Hugo may all be the murderers.

With such a mood, Barbara walked to her home along the familiar route, but knocked on the slightly old door, but it was a stranger who opened the door.

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

Barbara had to find the landlord who lived upstairs again, and only then did she know that Gordon had moved out of here a long time ago, and it is said that he bought a new house in the North District.

Barbara rushed to the North District without stopping. Fortunately, the distance itself was not too far. After passing through the street full of luxury cars, her eyes fell on the fence gate covered with gothic patterns. Above it hung a sign saying "Gordon Manor" in cursive English.

Barbara dexterously climbed over the fence, approached the manor building from the garden, and climbed up the balcony on the second floor along the drainpipe, listening to the sound coming from the brightly lit room.

"My father will attend my cousin's wedding. At that time, I have to go back to Sicily. He can't allow me to be absent from my cousin's wedding. After all, my uncle came when I got engaged..."

"But planning meetings for concert events are really important! Evans! You are exceptionally talented in this area. Where can I find an artist as knowledgeable as you in Gotham?"

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

"It's the same thing!"

"Okay, Roy, don't worry too much..."

Barbara recognized it as Gordon's voice, only less hoarse and much younger.

"How can I not be in a hurry? Now the album is gaining momentum, and in less than a week, Billboard will definitely reach the top, which is very likely to impact this year's Grammys. This is a great opportunity for a breakthrough in Gotham's tourism industry..."

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

As soon as Barbara took a step forward, she saw a black muzzle part the curtain and land on her head.

The moment the father and daughter looked at each other, both of them were stunned.

To Barbara's shock, Gordon is a little too young.

Of course, Gordon can't be called a young man, he is much older than Bruce Wayne, but "young" does not mean that he has fewer wrinkles on his face, but that his temperament is very different, he is almost energetic. Yi Yi.

The Gordon in Barbara's impression has long been in harmony with the style of this city. God has not given him a little more tolerance in such a terrifying darkness. He is as tired and old as all Gotham people, but he has not yet Numb like they are.

But this is not unreasonable. The last life of conscience in Gotham was soaked in the blood of the unjustly dead and the panic of the lingering people. These things eroded him day after day, making the years more merciless on him .

Barbara had never seen, nor expected to see, a red-faced Gordon—the kind who didn't look like he'd been working all night lately, or even sleeping well without having nightmares for at least three days.

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" he was talking about should be her mother, she didn't even care about the shock in her heart, and Gordon's gun, she took a big step forward and rushed through the curtain Come out, grab Gordon's arm and say, "Where's my mother?"

"Your mother?" Gordon looked at her rather puzzled, he looked Barbara from head to toe, and then said: "Forgive me to speculate boldly, it is impossible for Barbara to have a daughter as old as you, Or are you her niece?"

"I……"

Barbara's thoughts were full of confusion and she didn't know where to start. Gordon took a step back and let Barbara into the room.

Seeing that Gordon had guests, both Roy and Evans, who were sitting on the sofa, stood up. Evans nodded to Gordon and said, "Talk, let's go first."

After he and Roy left, Gordon asked Barbara to sit on the sofa, and Barbara told him about the alternate universe and how Batman sent them here.

Batgirl glanced at the beautifully carved handrails under her hands rather at a loss. In her impression, the Gordon family had never been so rich. Her childhood and adolescence were all anxious about making ends meet but always failing. spent.

Gordon put his finger on his chin and said: "Bruce told me about the other universe, but I didn't expect that there would be a turnover so soon. So, I still married Barbara? Sure enough, that day I made the right decision to text her to get back together."

"James!" cried Barbara, raising her voice. "What's the matter with this estate? 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 took it, you can't let the godfather talk to me every day in a dark, dilapidated apartment building Bar?"

"Alberto? Festival killer?!"

"My God." Gordon slapped his forehead and said, "Stupid girl, you can't call your godfather by his name outside, or you'll get shot!"

"I'm a bit of a mess!" Barbara looked at Gordon and said, "You really have to tell me how this universe is..."

"Of course, but have you had dinner yet?"

"I..." Barbara choked again.

Before she could answer, Gordon stood up, and Barbara looked up at Gordon and said, "Where are you going?"

"Have a barbecue, let's go, I'll take you there, but you have to change out of this strange clothes first."

Barbara looked down at her Batgirl uniform, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong with this dress? Isn't it pretty?"

"It's pretty good, but it's a bit too similar to Batman. The barbecue stall owner will think you're the kind of fanatical Batman fan. You know your flesh and blood? This is not very good."

After finishing speaking, Gordon walked to the side of the reception room, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Mr. Spencer? It's me. Can you send me a set of ladies' clothes? One size fits all. I want casual clothes, no dresses." ... No no no, don't send me a carload of luxury bags! Isn't it enough to frighten a Barbara?"

After a while, Barbara saw a group of gangsters in black suits walking in and handed Gordon a box. Barbara's heart was already in her throat, and she was really afraid that Gordon would ask Say "how is the product" and the like.

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

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

"However, I can take you to meet a few of my old friends. I really have to tell them that I was right to send compound text messages at that time. I made a wise decision to save my life-long happiness. It is by no means The dying throes of an abandoned stray dog."

Barbara's mind is not quite clear yet, but she still took the clothes and went to the cloakroom, listen, cloakroom!Barbara slandered, Gordon's house actually has a cloakroom!

As soon as she walked into the cloakroom, she knew what Gordon said on the phone not to send her a carload of luxury bags. The value of all the things she could see in this cloakroom alone added up. It is estimated that she can buy the old house of her cosmic Gordon family and the apartment she is renting now.

Barbara gasped and changed her clothes. After she walked out, Gordon praised, "You are at least ten years younger."

Barbara pulled the edge of the sportswear a little uncomfortable, as if she had returned to the time of a little girl whose clothes were always cut short, so she followed Gordon out in a daze, and sat on a Bentley.

"You look like a full-fledged gangster." Barbara couldn't help but said, "The kind that makes a lot of money by maintaining relationships with gangsters."

"I am."

Barbara choked.

"Otherwise, where do you think the luxury cars and mansions come from?" Gordon said while holding the steering wheel and looking ahead, "They all come from gangsters."

After speaking, he raised his hand to glance at the time, and Barbara gasped immediately. The watch in Gordon's hand should be able to buy his house and the building where her rented apartment is located.

Gordon suddenly laughed brightly, looked at Barbara in the co-pilot and said, "You are really like your mother, guess I asked her to get back together, she saw this situation after returning to Gotham, What have you done?"

"Surprise?"

"What's more, she slapped me, turned around and left."

Gordon turned his head back, sighed softly, and turned the steering wheel, saying, "I never dared to hope that she really loved the part of me that drove me to Gotham, some people say. What is stupid, some people call justice, may be the same thing."

"Then why do you..."

"I've said it all, it's a social need, and if I let those 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 turned his head and gave Barbara a smile she couldn't understand, then turned his head back again, lowered his eyes and said.

"Ask the lamb and you will know that I did not obey them, but let them go. What I accepted was not a reward, but a sacrifice."

(End of this chapter)