The traffic was horrible, but one expects that when driving through this part of town. At one stoplight, en route via a shortcut he knows, a rather horrific looking prostitue walks up to his car and begins to proposition him. There is a glint of recognition in her eyes and she quickly turns and walks away. Obviously she knows enough to know who ( Read more... )

His class load is the biggest he's ever dared to take on, but the Dean of the Criminology department assurred him that the demand for Professor Gordon was incredibly high. He is uncertain why so many people would want to take such a difficult class (Jim is notorious for testing 'too often' and having extremely high expectations for the students in ( Read more... )

For once, Dick is not in the room with his wife and daughter. He's off on a mission to hunt down food tastier than what the hospital serves ... and probably fielding questions from a dozen reporters who want the scoop on the latest heir to the Wayne fortune. But that's okay. He'll be back soon ( Read more... )

The steakhouse on 5th Street is crowded, but the Graysons have reservations. As they make their way to their table, Barbara notices that Dick is still moving a little stiffly in the aftermath of his efforts to contain the Arkham breakout. Once the maitre'd has departed, promising to keep an eye out for her father, Barbara whispers to Dick, "Honey ( Read more... )

It couldn't be that easy...could it?

And yet, hours of police work... an entire night up, and Jim hasn't slept a wink. And yet, in all certainty, it had been that easy.

Now Jim has only one more stop to make.

He rings the doorbell at Wayne Manor and waits to be admitted.

Jim Gordon turns the corner and he's there.

Crime Alley.A simplistic name for a very complex environment. Crime Alley has changed a lot in the past thirty years, from the brutal muggings that gave the place its name to begin with, to the closing of the businesses around it. The movie theater was now closed. So was the clothing store. Only ones ( Read more... )

Jim lets the phone ring as he looks out his window. The summer days in Gotham have been getting shorter, he supposes, but perhaps that's only because he's getting old ( Read more... )

Sometimes, he wishes he still drank. The doctor's told him, lately, that even the occasional glass of scotch is the worst possible thing he can put his kidneys through.

He looks down at the open folder on his desk again. He hears a groan escape his throat.

Dammit. The kidneys will have to take care of themselves tonight. I'm having a shot.As he ( Read more... )

As Slade promised - as expected - nothing was done to him outside of hours upon hours of heavy sedation. The nausea and headache from the sedation passed with a night's sleep, and by the morning the retired police commissioner of Gotham City is his old self, showered and shaved and ready to leave the hospital in a fresh set of clothing fetched by ( Read more... )

Daddy ( Read more... )