John started at the use of his first name, rubbing his forehead with one gloved hand, a gesture born of habit and worry.
"I think you did, yeah. Didn't mean I wasn't furious with Gordon about it." As angry as he was right now, and he was angry, he also understood some of the reasons for it. A lot of criminals were kept off the streets because of the Dent Act.
Not that it had lasted.
"Whole thing was a damn powder keg. And it blew up in everyone's face."