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The posh English voice ceases, to be followed by an annoying beep. Gordon sighs. Bruce. Jim. We've got a kid in custody, claiming to be your son. If you could...
No.
Mr. Wayne, it's Commissioner Gordon. We've picked up your son. No, not Dick. No, not Jason. No, not--how many Robins does a man need?
Scratch that.
"Mr. Wayne? Jim Gordon, here. Could you please call me on my direct line, 555-2666? There's a..." he stops, trying to find the right word. Blast. "...situation," he finishes.
He feels like he should add something else, but for the life of him, he can't think what. The machine beeps a warning. He's paused too long. It'll disconnect in a moment.
He hangs up before that can happen.
The posh English voice ceases, to be followed by an annoying beep. Gordon sighs. Bruce. Jim. We've got a kid in custody, claiming to be your son. If you could...
No.
Mr. Wayne, it's Commissioner Gordon. We've picked up your son. No, not Dick. No, not Jason. No, not--how many Robins does a man need?
Scratch that.
"Mr. Wayne? Jim Gordon, here. Could you please call me on my direct line, 555-2666? There's a..." he stops, trying to find the right word. Blast. "...situation," he finishes.
He feels like he should add something else, but for the life of him, he can't think what. The machine beeps a warning. He's paused too long. It'll disconnect in a moment.
He hangs up before that can happen.