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"Don't worry about it too much. What we know for sure right now is that this officer named Morin is not to be messed with, and we can't afford to mess with him."
Loeb thought and thought but couldn't come up with a good plan. He just laid out some precautionary measures for Flass to follow: "You tell everyone to lay low for a while!"
"Got it," Flass nodded.
"And... if you can, try to influence this person in other ways, like getting him to take a bribe or something. As long as he's in this with us, we won't have to worry about anything... But don't make it too obvious, understand? And don't ever, ever show him the kind of things you all do on a daily basis before that happens. If you're going to do something, go do it somewhere far away!"
"If anyone messes up and he finds out about it during this time, don't blame me for what happens! My ending won't be good, but your ending will be much, much worse than mine!"
After saying that, Loeb signed the indictment and waved Flass away, telling him to pass on the message to the other officers.
Soon, Morin and Gordon arrived at the police station.
"Gordon."
"Good morning, Gordon."
"You must be the new officer, Morin... right? What a nice name!"
"We all heard what you did last night! It was great. Criminals like that should have been arrested a long time ago!"
Gordon: "..."
What was going on?
Why was everyone reacting this way?
Shouldn't they be ignoring him and discussing where they collected protection money yesterday or which bar's hostesses were the hottest?
For a long time, this was the kind of situation Gordon faced, but today, his colleagues had suddenly done a complete 180, and it left Gordon extremely uncomfortable.
Then, Gordon heard what was said next and realized the reason for the sudden change in attitude overnight. It was all because of Morin! But... why?
Gordon had expected to see them mocking him, waiting for Morin to become a laughingstock or for Loeb to find fault with him.
He had even already thought of what Loeb might say and was ready to counter it. But now... what on earth was going on?
Just as he was thinking, an officer came over, stopped them, and said that Loeb was looking for them and wanted Gordon and Morin to come to his office together. The two went to Loeb's office.
"You really caused quite a scene yesterday," Loeb said with a smile to Morin, handing two cups of coffee to Morin and Gordon.
"You've surprised me."
"Shouldn't things like that be a good thing for the police?" Morin asked with a playful smile. "Or do you, Commissioner Loeb, think what I did was wrong?"
Gordon, who was standing beside him, almost spit out his coffee. My man, do you have to be so aggressive? That's the commissioner!
Gordon was already trying to figure out how to help Morin backtrack, but before he could say anything, Loeb's response left Gordon completely stunned and confused.
"Ahem... Of course not..." Loeb's eyes narrowed, and he cleared his throat.
"What you did was absolutely right, it's what we, as police officers, should be doing. The only thing that was a little off was that you should have informed us beforehand. An operation like that is too dangerous! You have to know that you're not alone. You have us behind you. We, as police officers, should work together as one and fight together..."
Loeb's words flowed more and more smoothly, and Gordon became more and more dazed. Was this really the same commissioner he knew? Something was wrong with this commissioner!
Combined with his colleagues' strange behavior today, Gordon began to wonder if something was wrong with himself.
Was he still dreaming?
Gordon thought, and he pinched the inside of his thigh hard. A sharp pain came, and Gordon couldn't help but wince, interrupting Loeb's improvised speech and Morin, who was watching the performance silently.
After Morin's gaze shifted away from him, Loeb finally let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, when Morin said, "Do you think what I did was wrong," Loeb suddenly felt a terrifying, almost palpable pressure from him!
This left Loeb completely unnerved, and he quickly explained himself.
Morin's eyes flickered. He could clearly feel that Loeb's breathing was becoming rapid and his emotions were a little agitated.
This kind of thing had also happened last night. This time, Morin had deliberately turned on his Heart of Justice skill while speaking and compared it to before.
So... the effect of Heart of Justice is to make others nervous?
Morin thought about it, looking at the wincing Gordon. He found that it didn't have any effect on him, and he vaguely came to a conclusion.
It doesn't work on good people, but it works on bad people?
Morin also turned on his Eye of Justice and looked at Gordon. There was no black fog around Gordon, and the black fog in the room couldn't even get close to him!
As for the source of the black fog in the room, that was Commissioner Loeb. The black fog was so dense that it was almost impossible to see Loeb's face.
"..." Loeb couldn't help but step back. He met Morin's eyes and felt as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He didn't dare to look at Morin at all!
"This look and this aura... no doubt about it. If anyone tells me he isn't an elite from one of those agencies, I'll shoot them myself!" Loeb cursed in his heart, and his attitude became even more friendly.
There was nothing he could do. After Loeb unilaterally confirmed Morin's identity, he became even more certain of one thing he couldn't afford to mess with Morin!
Anyone who wanted to mess with him could go ahead, but he was definitely not getting involved in this mess!
After that, Loeb's words were a bit meaningless, essentially repeating that Morin should report his actions beforehand for safety, and if there was anything he needed, he would do his best to help.
Soon, Gordon and Morin left Loeb's office.
Gordon pulled Morin into an empty corner and asked, "What on earth is going on? What do you know?"
Gordon had been racking his brain all morning, and the reactions of his colleagues and Commissioner Loeb had left him bewildered.
Seeing that Morin wasn't surprised at all, he immediately realized that the reason for all the changes was probably Morin.
Otherwise, what other explanation could there be?
"Didn't I already tell you?" Morin said. "They're scared of my identity and the power behind me."
The way things had developed was initially beyond Morin's expectations.
After all, he hadn't expected Flass and Falcone to be so imaginative and to spread their imaginative story.
Since things had already reached this point, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it. Morin had always liked to make the most of everything.
So, Morin had added the "has a very powerful organization behind him" detail to his identity and was now using it.
"If I ask, you're just going to say it's classified again," Gordon sighed. This time, however, he believed it.
Before, Gordon didn't believe it because there was no evidence. Now, Gordon believed it because of how Commissioner Loeb and the other police officers were acting.
Today wasn't April Fool's Day, and Gordon knew very well that even if it was, those cops and the commissioner wouldn't have the time to play a joke like this on him.
So, that meant only one thing: what Morin said was true.
He really was from a powerful organization!
At the same time, for some reason, Gordon also felt that Morin's face was very pleasant and that he gave off a very trustworthy and reliable feeling.
Maybe it was because he knew his identity... Gordon thought, but he didn't think about it any further.
"Since that's the case, what about what you said about joining the team..." Gordon asked tentatively. His heart was now swayed.
He had finally found his people! God knows how difficult it had been for him to hold on to his beliefs by himself in that situation, not getting involved with his colleagues who took bribes, and being ostracized for it!
Gordon had held on with gritted teeth.
Now, Gordon had finally found someone who shared his ideals, and this person even came with an organization!
Gordon's long-dormant fighting spirit was ignited. In his mind, the ambition he had when he first decided to become a police officer to change Gotham had resurfaced.
Suddenly, he felt full of energy!
"Of course..." Morin patted Gordon on the shoulder. "First, find me a rental house, and then we'll go get something to eat."
"...Huh?"
"Clothes, food, shelter, transportation. I've got the clothes handled. Food is always available, but shelter is a problem right now. After we've taken care of the first three, then we can think about transportation," Morin explained.
"Alright..." Gordon, defeated by Morin's long, well-reasoned argument, couldn't help but think one thing to himself. Why did this feel so unreliable?
After that, Gordon helped Morin find a house. Morin's demands weren't high: it just had to be clean, quiet, and have convenient transportation.
The price wasn't an issue, so it was easy to find one. In fact, if you just excluded the "safe" option, there were many places like that in Gotham.
That night, Gordon went home, while Morin went to the supermarket by himself. After buying some daily necessities, he walked back to the rental house. As expected, Morin felt someone following him on the way.
Based on some subtle, almost imperceptible sounds, Morin determined the nimbleness of the follower's movements and quickly identified the person.
It was Bruce Wayne, the soon-to-be-debuted Batman!
Of course, since Batman had come to find him, Morin wasn't going to let him play what he considered to be a childish game of dressing up in costumes.
Wayne Enterprises was a company that could even influence the entire country, but its heir always ignored this biggest resource and chose to go fight criminals alone.
What was that if not a childish game?
Morin planned to properly teach this as-yet-unnamed Batman, Mr. Bruce Wayne. Before his costume-wearing went too deep, he wanted to let him experience the thrill of using capital to solve problems!
Of course, there still had to be a Batman. Morin was just going to offer Bruce a different way to solve Gotham's problems and let him choose. Whatever he chose was none of Morin's business.
After all, Morin wasn't a bad guy, and he rarely forced good people to do things they didn't want to.
That said, if there was an easier way for Bruce to solve Gotham's problems and also get the girl, what would he choose? Morin was very curious.
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