In order for Barbara to leave Gotham as soon as possible, he asked Harvey, the top lawyer, to find Barbara a new job, preferably as far from Gotham as possible.
Gordon was just an ordinary man, the emotional impact of breaking up with his girlfriend of many years left him on the brink of collapse,
At the police station, he was listless all morning, in a daze, by noon everyone had gone to lunch, the empty office finally became too much for Gordon.
He wandered out of the police station in a daze, only in the mood to find a place with plenty of people to distract him from the despair induced by the overwhelming sadness.
But, against his wishes, as he had anticipated, his problems were far from over.
Not long after he left, he discovered someone was tailing him, Gordon sobered up slightly, he wanted to get back to the police station as soon as possible, where the heavy weaponry was held and it would not be easily infiltrated.
But the person trailing him was cunning, as Gordon saw a few faces on the road ahead glaring at him menacingly, he realised that continuing on his path would only result in disaster.
He only had a single handgun with a full magazine in his possession, but the lethality of a handgun was limited, he had to rely on his familiarity with the terrain, brandishing his handgun and taking a right into an alley, then hiding in a blind spot around a corner.
This strategy proved futile, as the person following him seemed to be well familiar with the area as well. Seeing Gordon go right, they immediately pursued.
The steps from outside the alley were getting closer, the sky gradually dimming, Gordon silently counted down the time, when the footsteps finally reached the entrance to the alley, using the instant when the twilight turned to darkness, when human vision is at its weakest, Gordon fired a shot towards the entrance of the alley.
Seeing that his bullet missed, he immediately abandoned plan one. He knew, the person on the other side was undoubtedly a well-trained killer, unaffected by the darkness.
Immediately, he put his gun away and began to run. Two gunshots came from behind, what made it strange was the muffled sound of a silencer. Gordon immediately understood, these were not local men of Gotham.
The assassins of Gotham would never use silencers, it was pointless. No one in Gotham would pay any extra attention to gunshots, it was no different than trying to shove earplugs in a deaf person's ears.
With this in mind, he began to form a new plan in his heart.
The people chasing him were closing in, clearly, they had more stamina and explosive power than he did. When Gordon ran to the end of the alley, he quickly climbed a nearby wall.
He reached the top of the enclosure just in time, the men who were chasing him had arrived. At that moment when Gordon had to stop to move, there was a "bang" sound and Gordon was hit with a bullet. In his momentum, he rolled back over the wall, landing in a yard below.
The bullet hit his arm, causing a non-fatal injury. Gordon held on to his wounded arm and continued to run forward, shouting as he went, "The Black Tower Gang is attacking! They're shooting! They're shooting!"
The yard was the backyard of a nightclub, upon hearing his outburst, people immediately rushed out, resulting in the man following Gordon being surrounded by gangsters.
Just as the man managed to climb onto the top of the wall, an inconvenient movement and he was hit three or four times on the spot.
The action scheme in Gotham is simple, regardless of whether you see them or not, shoot first and ask later.
However, Gordon's crisis wasn't over, clearly there were plenty of men after him. The first guy he'd managed to lost was just the appetizer, very soon, as he ran out of the alley onto the road, he saw a vehicle rushing towards him.
It seemed they had several tactical plans, or perhaps, they had planned all along to drive him onto the road, then using the vehicle to run him over.
Gordon rolled and crawled to the right, he wasn't hit by the fast incoming vehicle, but a gun muzzle was pointed out from the car.
Hardly had he managed to stabilize himself, when another gunshot was heard. This time the bullet hit his back. Gordon screamed in agony.
However, because the shot was taken from a moving vehicle, it just grazed him without hitting any fatal location. The severe pain overwhelmed Gordon, but his survival instinct made him keep running forward.
The more pain he was in, the clearer his mind became. He knew this couldn't last, in a few minutes, he would be caught. Enduring the intense pain, with one hand clutching his chest tightly and the other arm bleeding profusely from being shot,
Gordon followed the path etched into his memory, arriving at the back door of an apartment building. The door lock had been broken for a long time, never able to be securely closed. He used his remaining energy to pull at the door lock, each movement an unbearable pain with his chest wound. Gordon's breathing grew heavier.
Soon, the door was slightly pulled open, he wasn't tall or bulky, and managed to squeeze through the gap.
Once inside, he didn't stop, but crawled up a small section of the staircase three steps at a time. He managed to pry open the closest window, climbed out onto it with all his remaining energy, then closed the window and hid under the eave protruding from the second floor.
He heard the sound of the door being hit from below, bit down and slipped down the eave, fell straight onto a rain awning, lucky for him as he fell on his back, there was no trail of blood.
After falling onto the rain awning, Gordon used the last of his strength to flip over, letting the garbage bags below cover him. After a while, he heard the footsteps in the building fade away, the other party didn't find him it seemed, they appeared to have left.
Gordon lay in a pile of garbage, he felt every breath he took was filled with a strong smell of blood, the bullet had injured his lungs.
His arm was already somewhat numb from blood loss, but he could still clearly feel the engagement ring on his middle finger. His body heat was gradually merging with the cold metal ring.
He recalled the incredulous and heartbroken expression on Barbara's face when he told her had to break up.
He thought, Barbara was right, he was an idiot, a hopeless idiot, an idiot who never learned to adapt and was deserving of a lonely death.
Gordon felt an irresistible wave of cold hitting him, followed by warmth surging up from inside his body, blood from a scrape on his forehead during the fall flowed down, into his eyes, staining his vision in a red hue, then obscured by a layer of black fog.
Soon, it rained again in Gotham, there was nothing special about the rain that day, just like every rainy night in Gotham, it was delicate and cold.
Gordon's consciousness gradually blurred, like a beast trapped in an abyss, the lover's tears falling from the sky, unable to save his gradually fading life, yet it reminded him of a loved one's tearful rain, which brought forth an even stronger emotion from his heart, he thought.
If he was born a rigid idiot, preferring to consume all his vitality in this mire, a heart as stubborn as a stone.
Then let him die here alone, let the foul wind brush over his dried bones until it carries away all traces of his existence, and then, when faced with the endless darkness, the last trace of his soul will still refuse to kneel, resisting till the end.
Gordon thought—
Let him stand firm here, against all odds until daylight.