Joker's cunning, the incompetence of the police, and the mole within, all of these have frustrated Batman. Perhaps he realized that on his path of justice, looking around, he couldn't see anyone worthy of trust.
In that case, he decided to monitor this city himself.
However, such a blatant invasion of privacy and freedom naturally raised questions. Even Lucius Fox, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, who had always quietly supported Batman from behind, found it hard to accept such actions.
As for the ordinary viewers, they were already exploding with anger:
"Hey, does Batman have the right to do this? He's violating the privacy of all of us! This is a crime, this is insane!"
"Hahaha, Joker is right. Batman, like him, is also a lunatic, a freak. What we need is not Batman but the light of justice like Harvey Dent!"
"But have you ever thought that with intelligence sources, Batman can more swiftly and accurately fight crime, preventing many tragedies? We all know the police are always late, right?"
"That's right, Batman is doing this to combat crime. I believe in him! This will make us live safely in this city, nothing wrong with that."
"Come on, if safety is gained at the expense of freedom and privacy, I'd rather not! Batman has no right to do this; he's just a freak, a lunatic!"
The majority of viewers were criticizing Batman's future act of monitoring the entire city, expressing their intense anger.
But perhaps they wouldn't know that, in a future era of highly developed information, Batman's actions like this had become semi-public and legalized. Personal information leaks were not even news anymore, as they had become integrated into the system and order.
Ordinary people gained convenience from it, capital extracted benefits, and with some embellishments, a new order was born.
As for the price ordinary people had to pay?
Who really cared?
Just as Joker tempted Harvey Dent, as long as it complied with the system, the 'plan' permitted by order, no matter how inhumane, no one would be surprised.
Batman's actions, lacking widespread media glorification, guidance, and embellishment, and without the maintenance of the privileged class, naturally couldn't integrate into the normal order and wouldn't be accepted by the general public.
Off-screen, Commissioner Gordon shook his head. "Bruce, you've indeed gone too far with this, but I can understand. It's surely to catch the Joker."
Peter Parker sighed. "Yeah, this maniac is too cunning. Honestly, I think what Mr. Wayne is doing isn't bad. When dealing with this kind of unpredictable maniac, if we're too constrained, we become more passive. We should use extraordinary means to effectively deal with him!"
Commissioner Gordon, somewhat surprised, glanced at him, thinking this young guy might not be very old, but he had quite broad insights.
Shaking his head, Gordon sighed, "In your parallel world, are you doing activities similar to Batman? Nowadays, young people are really..."
Peter Parker scratched his head. "No, I'm not as impressive as Mr. Wayne, but I hope to do my best to do some good, thanks to the teachings of other seniors. I matured because of them."
Although due to the emergence of the Quiz game, some of Spider-Man's future had changed, not to mention becoming better than the original timeline, at least he gained a lot of experience and avoided the tragedy of his uncle's death.
In the video, Batman asked Lucius to operate the device for him to capture Joker. Lucius agreed but told him it was a one-time thing. This would be his last job for Batman, and he wouldn't come to the company again as long as this city-wide monitoring device was at Wayne Enterprises.
Batman told him that after this crisis, he would leave the disposal of the device to him, whether to destroy it or keep it, would be Lucius's decision.
At the same time, Gotham's citizens, due to Joker's terrifying prophecy, scattered and fled, making a bar appear desolate.
There was only one customer at the bar, an old cop and a regular at this place.
Seeing the news on TV about the police searching, the bar owner looked busy and nervous, asking the old cop if he wanted to help.
The old cop took a sip of his drink, saying he wasn't working today.
Apparently, this guy was one of those cops who just went through the motions. The bar owner smiled, saying he needed to use the restroom and asked him to watch the store.
Off-screen, Peter Parker recognized the old cop. "Isn't he the cop who escorted Harvey Dent home?"
"Yes, that's him," Bruce Wayne said solemnly. "He's probably one of the moles, along with the cop who escorted Rachel. More than one mole."
Commissioner Gordon's face didn't look good because, from this future video, he would also bear responsibility for what happened to Harvey Dent and Rachel. After all, these detectives in the major crimes unit were trusted and arranged by his future self, so he had to take some responsibility for not recognizing the traitors.
In the video, the old cop drank his liquor without a care in the world. Suddenly, someone appeared in front of him, and he looked a bit panicked when he raised his head.
Harvey Dent found him, still wearing the suit from the day of the incident. Not only was half of his face exposed with bones and flesh, but half of his clothes were also stained with dark red blood.
The old cop was also taken aback, "Dent... Oh my God, I thought you were dead."
Harvey Dent also picked up a drink, but only half of it went into his stomach, and the other half spilt out.
"half-dead"
As he put down the glass, his other hand also drew a gun on the old cop, asking straightforwardly, "Who escorted Rachel home?"
The old cop's eyes flickered, not daring to look at him. "It must be one of Maroni's guys."
"Bullshit!" Harvey Dent slammed his fist on the bar, startling the old cop. "Are you still going to tell me that you're protecting the other traitors in Gordon's squad?"
"I don't know! Listen, Dent, I swear to God, I don't know what they did to you..." The old cop could only defend himself like this.
In the video, Harvey Dent didn't ask more questions. He just took out his lucky coin, the usual routine, using the coin to decide the other person's fate.
As the coin spun on the table, finally landing with the burnt side up, Harvey Dent coldly pulled the trigger.