J. Michael Haller

Applying for District Attorney—someone’s gotta clean this city without hiding behind the badge. ⚖️ Story-driven | Semi-Lit | Semi-Descriptive ⚖️ Crime • Legal Thriller • Crossover Friendly ⚖️ DM to plot — not to waste time

"A new year for Gotham. Let’s make it count. Happy New Year, #MayorCobblepot. #OneGotham"

“Blessed to have stepped into the new year with my best friend and partner—surrounded by good people and strong energy. Here’s to what we’ll build, together. Cheers, darlings.” #HappyNewYear 💋

"Another morning in Gotham City." #MayorCobblepot

@GothamFireGCFD He took her hand, giving it a brief, firm squeeze. “One Gotham,” he said, a spark of something hopeful in his eyes.

@LawmanOnTheMove Andy’s smile reached her eyes as she offered her hand. “Thank you, Haller. Looks like your people really out did themselves.” Her gaze drifted to the open truck; gifts stacked nearly to the ceiling. Enough for everyone still waiting.

[Showing Up] #OneGotham #GCLD The holidays hit Gotham harder than most people realize. Too many kids learn too early what it feels like to be forgotten. He wanted to show the people of Gotham that the City Attorney’s office wasn’t here just to prosecute—it was here to (c)

@GothamFireGCFD > All the speeches. All the promises about unity—and this was what it looked like. Cardboard boxes, with bad wrapping jobs and people showed up because need was that much.

@GothamFireGCFD “Yeah,” he said lightly, grabbing another box. “Turns out the City Attorney’s office doesn’t come with an elf union.” His gaze softened as a child waved from the line. “Besides… these matters.” As he hefted the box, a thought flickered through his head. (c)

@GothamFireGCFD Mickey handed a box to one of the firefighters and waved the rest of them toward the truck. “That was the idea.” he smirked faintly. “When you sent the SOS, my staff was already spread thin.”

@LawmanOnTheMove “Mr. Haller,” she said, genuine relief in her voice. “You’re a lifesaver.” She glanced over her shoulder again—the line somehow longer than it had been five minutes ago. “This’ll make sure every kid gets something.”

@GothamFireGCFD > group of firefighters in tow, her eyes flicking from the growing line of kids to the truck and then back to him.

> Mickey stepped back as the moving truck eased to a stop behind him, its brakes hissing in protest. He shrugged out of his coat, already reaching for the nearest stack of boxes. Andy Herrera @GothamFireGCFD, Gotham’s newly appointed Fire Commissioner, approached with a (c)

#OneGotham #GCFD Andy Herrera stood in front of the bay doors; tinsel wrapped around the entrance that framed the big red doors of the station. A massive, lush wreath hung above them, heavy with ornaments, green and gold catching the light as garland spilled along the >>

[Holiday Rollout] #OneGotham #GCPD Preparations were complete, and every able-bodied officer had an important job today that superseded anything else: bringing holiday cheer to #Gotham’s children in need. The #HolidayToyDrive had arrived, culminating today. +

#OneGotham #HolidayToyDrive City-wide deliveries were underway, with the #GCPD and #GCFD coordinating efforts to distribute collected toys to orphanages and children's hospitals across Gotham. All but one place would not receive a visit from the other departments, but it was not forgotten. From now on, no child would ever be forgotten again.

[#OneGotham at City Hall] Since his inauguration, Oswald had been slowly growing accustomed to his new morning routine. Though he still lived at the Iceberg Lounge, his new day job brought him to City Hall—Gotham’s White House, so to speak. The Mayor of Gotham City. A title he had no issue living up to. It didn’t change how he ran his businesses. #GothamsGentleman was determined to make the city’s government run as smoothly as he ran his own—with a firm hand and a big heart. They didn’t call it the Iceberg Lounge Family for nothing. His daily cabinet meeting at City Hall started at 10:00 sharp. Doors locked at 10:02. Anyone prone to tardiness had better buy a new alarm clock. The biggest change was at the lounge itself. He no longer needed to be there in person. Lark (@IcebergLadies), his longest-serving and most trusted employee, had taken over as manager. She knew exactly what to do, how he wanted it done, and never deviated. She was the #IcebergLounge’s rock in his absence, and the staff respected her for it. -- As he arrived at City Hall, the air felt lighter, cleaner—a stark contrast to a month ago. It felt symbolic. The city was finally breathing fresh air. The smog was lifting, and the snakes and rats of the old regime were being pushed out, reluctantly. #Gotham was his city now more than ever, and he would take care of her—mind, body, and soul.