Jim Gordon has been in the park for no more than ten minutes, looking for the perfect spot to set up camp. There's quite a few people out on this bright, beautiful day. No doubt some of them will stay all afternoon to catch the evening fireworks.
He has Barbara spotted in no time flat. His daughter is greeted with a kiss. "Hi Princess! Happy 4th of July!"
"Yeah, I'm just her chauffeur," deadpans Barbara. "She's been cruising pretty well at home, but I don't want her running around the park too much today. Heatstroke." And other things she doesn't have to mention to a man who was a cop long before he was a grandfather.
Mary is out of the sling, getting a vocabulary lesson. "That's the grass. Grass is green. And those are trees. Yes, we've established that that's my nose. Could you let go, please? Thank you."
Dick returns, feeling vaguely like a pack mule as he sets the bag down and throws out a blanket for Mary. Kneeling, he reaches to take the baby from Babs for a little while and sets her down on the blanket.
Are you giving your mom a hard time again, kiddo? I guess someone doesn't want any... GOLDFISH!
He brandishes the brightly-colored packaging at her.
Mary's enthusiasm also makes her grandfather laugh. Jim busies himself trying to set up the playpen. It has some trick to it. He's sure of it. "You want this set up? Or should I leave it for later?"
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He has Barbara spotted in no time flat. His daughter is greeted with a kiss. "Hi Princess! Happy 4th of July!"
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"Anpaw!" shouts Mary.
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Are you giving your mom a hard time again, kiddo? I guess someone doesn't want any... GOLDFISH!
He brandishes the brightly-colored packaging at her.
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"I think she wants them," chuckles Babs.
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