American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"The Zatara Circus has officially entered Gotham and will hold its first grand performance tomorrow night!"

A live report was being broadcast on the TV at the Gotham Police Department. Gordon was leaning against his desk, holding a cup of coffee, watching TV.

"James!" A female police officer with short hair rushed in and threw a stack of advertising papers on the table.

"Barbara invited both of us to go to the circus together. Why didn't you tell me?"

Gordon turned his head quickly. This was his second wife, Sarah Eason, the captain of the homicide squad, a female police officer who could eat breakfast without changing her expression even when faced with a corpse that had been smashed into meat paste.

"I see you are busy, so I will put this invitation aside for now. It will start tomorrow night, so you don't have to rush." ​​Gordon said with a smile.

"Oh my God, I must have been too busy." Sarah raised her hand to cover her forehead and said in surprise. She just remembered today's date.

"Have you been busy all night again?" Gordon put his arm around Sarah's shoulders and held her in his arms. In fact, he did not go home last night, but took a nap in the office.

He was waiting for a report, a mental report on the Joker. Although he had no hope for it, Gordon still wanted to throw the Joker into court for trial, or even the death penalty.

Instead of being thrown into Arkham Asylum for life.

"It's still the clowns. Damn it. Another group of clowns has appeared. We went to three scenes last night and seven people were killed, including a mafia boss."

Sarah shook her head helplessly and leaned in Gordon's arms, seeking a moment of warmth. She and Gordon were the same type of people, putting work first.

But their hard work and seriousness in work make them neglect other things, such as family...

Gordon couldn't remember how many of Barbara's birthdays and important family days he had missed, and because of his work, he made them worry.

After all, not everyone can accept opening the door to see a skinned, bloody dead cat hanging at the door, bullets in an envelope, and strangers giving warnings on the side of the road.

Gordon only felt apologetic towards his first wife, but he had more trust in Sarah. This good woman who was delayed by work was as full of hatred for the evils in Gotham as he was.

Perhaps because Sarah's father was stabbed to death on the road when she was young, Sarah is very tolerant of Gordon, a conservative and alternative old man.

"Hey, hey! Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the place to talk about love. Can anyone tell me what's going on with the vandalism on Struth Street?!"

Flas, the captain of the serious crime squad, pushed the door open and looked at Gordon with hostility. It was not the kind of hostility that comes from fighting for power, but the hostility of a male animal towards another male.

Or there is a more appropriate word, jealousy.

Sarah glared at Flas with some disgust, turned around, hugged Gordon's bearded face, and kissed him on the lips.

"Remember to buy your tickets in advance. I'll take a day off tomorrow night."

Sarah gave some instructions, turned around and left, not even stopping for a step when she passed by Ferras.

Flas's face twitched. Sarah was a well-known strong woman in the Gotham Police Department. She was also good-looking. She could be said to be the most beautiful among the front-line police officers.

Ferras admitted that he also had a crush on Sarah and had confessed his love to her with roses in his hand. After all, he was not bad in that aspect.

So what did he see on the day of confession?

This damn old man actually hugged and kissed Sarah on the rooftop. Flas, who always took debauchery and freedom as his motto, wanted to call him shameless.

Ferras' eyes suddenly turned to Gordon, and he slammed the table in annoyance, "Investigate immediately! The Strauss Street vandalism case, and! Did you catch the bat?"

"It's in progress. If you have any objections, I don't mind transferring the case to you."

Gordon finished his coffee, put the cup down, picked up the advertising paper on the table, walked over and placed it in front of Ferras.

"Merry Christmas."

Gordon patted Ferras on the shoulder and walked out.

Gordon has been in the Gotham Police Department for half his life and has never been kicked out. He has more than just a bottom line. Ferras doesn't have the ability to go against him.

After Gordon walked out, Ferras, who was full of anger, grabbed the advertising paper in front of him, crumpled it into a ball and smashed it against the glass.

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"I can't believe you're here to do some shopping?"

Barry, holding a bunch of candy in his arms, looked on in disbelief as he discussed the seedlings of near-expiry foods with the supermarket manager.

At least in Barry's impression, Naegi shouldn't be this kind of person? Barry convinced himself that he had changed a lot.

"What else? To be honest, I don't want to bring you here at all. Look at the people shopping in the supermarket, they are all families. I should bring some pretty girls to go shopping with me."

A man carrying two boxes of discounted canned seedlings came over and threw the boxes into the cart.

The Christmas atmosphere in the department store is already full, even the waiters are wearing Christmas hats.

Santa Claus, carrying a gift bag, is playing with some children and distributing small gifts in the children's toy area next door.

The tall Christmas tree is under the lights, the ornaments hanging on it are flashing, and there are reindeer carriages displayed below.

"Haha, do I have to thank you?" Barry joked helplessly and put the bag of candy in his hand into the cart. The bag was full, weighing more than ten pounds in total.

And Miaomu is still buying candy and chocolate, as well as some cheap, long-lasting foods.

"You're welcome. I'm mainly worried about you. If you stay here alone, you might get killed or get into other trouble. I'll try my best to ignore you, but you can reveal some information about what will happen in ten years. I'd love to hear it."

Miao Mu threw two cans of fish into the cart, picked up another cart nearby, and walked towards the cashier.

"Forget it then..." Barry shook his head.

He was not sure what the world would be like if Naegi knew what happened ten years later, and he did not want to change the world.

The most urgent task is to regain the speed force and return to the original world. However, when Barry recalled the black lightning, a haze appeared in his eyes.... He... It's impossible.

Barry himself didn't believe that idea, but he still had to confirm it with his own eyes to dispel this doubt.

"OK, Mr. Ten Years, help carry the things back. If you don't mind, I suggest you dress up as Santa Claus. At least the colors of your uniforms are very similar."

Miaomu took out his wallet. For convenience, he had a drawer specifically for his wallet, even though there was not much money in it.

"Ah?" Barry was a little confused. Did he change his uniform?

Miao Mu realized that he had let something slip, so he handed the bill to the cashier and turned to ask, "Why, don't you like red?"

"I like it." Barry nodded, not caring about this little thing.

Because no matter how strange things are, as long as you think of him as Naegi, it becomes easy to understand. Even if Naegi recites his identity by heart, Barry would not be surprised.

"That's good. By the way, help me pack the gift boxes over there. Jason isn't here, otherwise I wouldn't need your help. Just send these things to the car outside."

Miaomu put away his wallet, picked up two bags of candy and walked outside.