Jim Gordon

- “We don’t need something big popping off right now.” Especially with -him- gone…

- loose ends. “Hey @MrCorrupty, he shouted towards the door. Get me the latest on @FedoraFanatic. I want him watched since that botched release. Also, we need to keep eyes on @BirdOfBanditry’s fencing operations. Cobblepot’s been quiet.” He sipped that damn cold coffee again. -

GCPD Headquarters. The Commissioner rakes his hand through his whitening hair as he blinks hard at the pile of paperwork upon his desk. He had spent most of the morning on this shit. “Damn waste of time…” The city falls into ruin, and he’s doing paperwork. He reached -

The people need to believe someone's out there who still answers that call. Or else the city falls & never gets up.

@ReneeMMontoya @BludhavensOwn - under his breath with a slight shake of his head. He couldn’t afford to lose another cop—especially a good one. He looked through the window of his office, glancing about at the precinct before leaning back in his chair, at a loss for what to do...

@ReneeMMontoya @BludhavensOwn - instantly relaxed the old cop. “Hmm....” he muttered with a nod, taking another long draw before exhaling. As he did so, he noticed a folder upon the corner of his desk. He reached forward with a forefinger and flipped it open, scanning the contents. “Shit.” He muttered -

Another dead body. Not so unusual. Blüdhaven had seen its fair share, but this seemed to be yet another John Doe washed south from Gotham. Over the months there had been hog-tied union officials, crab eaten bodies, cats in sacks, missing partners, drug dealers sealed within oil -

“Good work men...we got him. Took us a long damn time, but we got @BirdOfBanditry.” @GeoffShancoe @MrCorrupty

@FedoraFanatic @lamVengeance @MrCorrupty @SonOfBatman Gordon opened the door for Batman, knowing he should stay out of his way. He hadn’t seen him like this before. “You know who he’s talking about?” He spoke aloud to anyone who may be listening.

@lamVengeance @MrCorrupty @GordonOfGotham @SonOfBatman Hurled across the room and crashing against the one-way mirrored glass, which cracked at the mighty impact as he bounced off it, Jervis fell senseless to the floor.

A last look at the file. Wacko, a straight-up wacko. Been a while. Bullock entered the interrogation room, closing the door behind him. Staring at @FedoraFanatic he said, “Arkham’s already clearing a cell for you. You won’t be here long.”

@MrCorrupty @GordonOfGotham @FedoraFanatic The lights within the interrogation room faded then went out completely. Within moments, they flickered to life again, revealing the dark, ominous figure of the Batman standing like a spectre at the other end of the room.

@MrCorrupty @FedoraFanatic @lamVengeance As they made their exit from the interrogation room, Gordon waved off the officer, motioning him to remain outside. “Leave him.” He spoke.

@GordonOfGotham @FedoraFanatic @lamVengeance A nod, still glaring at Tetch, the sick bastard. Banged on the door to get the attention of the officer outside to escort Tetch to his cell.

@FedoraFanatic @MrCorrupty @lamVengeance - a key to remove the cuffs from the Hatter’s hands. “We’re done here...” He spoke as he looked to Bullock.

@FedoraFanatic @MrCorrupty @lamVengeance As if this new freak couldn’t get any worse, he had to add that. Gordon’s grip tightened upon Bullock’s coat, now more bothered by the Hatter than worried about Bullock’s lashing out. After another moment or two he shook his head and stepped forward, reaching forward with -

@FedoraFanatic @MrCorrupty Gordon shuddered, his jaw tightening at the sick man’s words. “Jesus Christ...” He muttered, placing his hand upon Bullock’s shoulder again—just in case he decided to lash out at the man again.

@MrCorrupty @GordonOfGotham Falling back onto the chair, his upper lip twitching a little, Jervis stayed slumbed within it as he had landed. “You’Re wroNg. They aRe not miSsing. I know whEre they aRe… most oF them… Some of tHem became raTher punGent and jUst had to Go, thEre realLy was no otHer opTion…"

@MrCorrupty @FedoraFanatic “Bullock!” Gordon shouted, reaching for the detective to pull him away from the Hatter. “Not this way!” He was impressed with how the Detective had connected the dots, seemingly shoving the mystery, but he couldn’t let him lose his cool. Gordon looked at Tetch, eyes narrowing.

@FedoraFanatic @GordonOfGotham "You son of bitch!" he snapped. He leaned forward and grabbed the labels of Tetch's coat, dragging him upwards.

@lamVengeance @MrFacePaint Gordon didn’t even have to turn around. He knew Batman was already gone. “Thanks old friend...” He spoke as continued to smoke the cigar.

@GordonOfGotham @MrFacePaint “No. This city needs you.” He uttered into the darkness before disappearing into the night.

-CLACK- The sound of a switch being thrown interrupts a quiet night as the signal is activated on the roof of the GCPD. Gordon had a love/hate relationship with the signal. On one hand, it kept criminals in line, knowing -he- was close. On the other, it alluded to the -

@lamVengeance @MrFacePaint “Yea I was afraid of that.” Gordon spoke as he walked toward the ledge and looked past the package and out toward the city. “I’m getting too old for this...”

@GordonOfGotham @MrFacePaint “He’ll act again.” Batman paused, looking back toward Gordon, nearly sick at the thought of Joker on the loose. “Soon.”