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Gordon's meeting with the Mayor was short and to the point.  Find the person responsible and find that person yesterday.  Oh, and sorry about your house, Commisoner.

Jim made his way to his office.  The door was locked, the lights out, just as he left it.  Yet, when he opened the door, it was nothing like he had left it.

"Oh God," Jim gasped, ( Read more... )

 They sat on the roof for a long time.  Jim cried until he passed out from weariness.  Batman shifted slightly, easing himself into a siting position onthe rooftop with Jim still held against him.  At some point, Batman had eased a glove off and had began to run his hand over Jim's hair gently, trying to provide some comfort.  The sky was beginning ( Read more... )

Police Commisoner James Gordon sat on his backstep holding a bottle in a brown paper bag.  Night had long fallen, his shift had ended 3 hours ago.  Plenty of time to come home, find the emply apartment and go to the nearest store for something to cope.  Besides his personal effects, four things had sat on the kitchen counter.  Two were this year's ( Read more... )