"My father was a tyrant, an autocrat who tolerated no dissent. I broke my back trying to et his expectations, to be the perfect heir, but he remained suspicious of and withheld his secrets."
"I knew, ruling Gotham underground for so many years required more than just his capabilities and wisdom, I knew..."
"He wasn't the true King of Gotham, sobody else was controlling Gotham from behind the scenes, a mysterious organization, a powerful organization..."
Batman silently looked at Alberto, whose facial muscles contorted unrecognizably. To Batman, Alberto was a stranger, speaking with an undertone of resentnt and indignation he had never heard from Evans before.
"But according to Evans, the Godfather wasn't like this."
"Him? What does he know? Yeah... he is Carmine's perfect son. Carmine brought him up just to make up for my imperfections..."
"So what exactly happened to your alleged death?"
Alberto sneered, his gaze falling to the gaping hole in the church. Not receiving the reaction he expected, he spoke nonchalantly to Batman, "Gotham, I realized, is a dood city, and anyone not native will eventually leave."
"All of this is due to a great organization controlling Gotham from behind the scenes. They control the city, bending it to their will."
"The Godfather? He's just a survivor hanging by a thread. He never ruled Gotham. He lost in his struggle against this power. It was this mysterious organization that let him beco the Godfather."
"During one argunt with him, he accidentally revealed clues about this organization. I secretly investigated but found nothing, only to inadvertently co into contact with their believers."
"It was a great dark power like nothing I had ever seen before..." Alberto's tone beca fanatical, "Its wings have always sheltered this city, we will all bow down to it..."
"So, you joined this organization?"
"No, no..." Alberto nervously replied, "They wouldn't let join. I don't understand why..."
As he spoke frantically, Batman seed to visualize behind him a group of black-clad Night Owls, whispering in his ear, "You're a descendant of the rebels... you must atone, atone for your lineage... go, go..."
Alberto half-kneeled on the ground, trembling, his voice started to beco indistinct, filled with both fear and resentnt. He said, "They gave a knife, a hard and sharp knife, which I used to stab..."
Alberto's voice grew pained, as though his recollection diverged from his mory.
"You wanted to kill your father?" Batman asked.
"No, I didn't...I just wanted to atone, I wanted to..."
"You wanted to kill him, but you failed in the end, right?"
Alberto's tone filled with bitterness and resentnt again, "Carmine was clearly prepared for , I was too late!"
"And then he murdered you, and created Evans?"
"Not him, it was that...," Alberto paused, his expression troubled. "That Father, they're in cahoots, they know everything..."
"It seems like so sort of farce. Falcone's eldest son never died, his identity just changed."
"But I wonder, how could this have slipped past everyone? You two look identical, the sa age, soone would've figured it out, right?"
But as soon as he finished that sentence, Batman realized. He said, "The funeral?"
"...Yes, Carmine invited everyone who'd t to my funeral, and then they all died, including Cobblepot's father."
"Was it anything to do with the umbrella?" Batman muttered.
Alberto sneered, "You seem to know quite a lot."
"Indeed, it has everything to do with the umbrella. Do you think Carmine knew nothing about them? You were wrong...no one knew them better than the Godfather, but he never spoke."
"Carmine exploited their vulnerability. He tampered with a batch of umbrellas, delayed their delivery, and invited everyone out on a rainy day. Consequently, they all died."
"He claid that Evans was my brother, who had been living abroad with our mother since childhood, to replace and beco Godfather's young son."
"For a long ti, I was indeed dead. Only Evans existed."
"He beca a devout believer, often going to church for prayers. But he didn't know that it was Carmine's machinations that completely erased my existence."
"The Father possessed strength beyond ordinary people. I don't know what it was... but he seed to genuinely influence people's minds."
"Each ti Evans t with him, his personality would beco more entrenched, while Alberto would slowly fade away."
"But luckily..." Alberto revealed a smile, saying, "In the disaster, the church was destroyed, the priest had to leave, and Evans hadn't prayed to him for a long ti."
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