Broken Pieces Coming Together
Prologue
"Emma, are you alright?"
Emma had to take a moment to register who was speaking to her. Her head was spinning from a blow some thugs had given her. Then, she felt stabbing pains in her belly. Labor pains.
Oh, no. Not now, Emma thought desperately.
Everything happened so fast. First she was attacked and interrogated about Commissioner Gordon. Now she was in the middle of the street in labor. Emma was completely terrified. She was not afraid for her safety; she was afraid for the life of her unborn child.
"Emma, are you okay?"
Finally, Emma realized who was speaking to her. It was Commissioner Gordon. Commissioner Gordon knelt down next to her. His bespectacled blue eyes showed concern.
"Gordon," Emma breathed painfully.
"Emma, what happened? Are you hurt?" Gordon asked in concern.
"My head. Someone hit me from behind," Emma replied.
"Who was it? Do you know what they looked like?"
Before Emma could speak, another contraction shook her. Being a detective in Gotham, Emma thought she was prepared for pain. In that moment, she knew she was wrong.
"Emma, are you alright?" Gordon asked.
Emma had to fight with her pain to speak. "No. Baby…coming!"
Gordon's eyes widened. For a moment, thought his ears deceived him. Yet he knew what he heard. It was his turn to be afraid. He was afraid because he knew nothing of delivering children. The thought of having two lives in his hands terrified him.
"What?" he asked.
"My baby is coming!" Emma shouted.
"Are you sure?" Gordon asked.
Gordon felt foolish asking such a question. He had seen his wife in labor twice. He felt he should have known better.
"Of course I'm sure!" Emma shouted indignantly.
"Sorry," Gordon said. "It's going to be alright. Just stay calm."
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one going into labor in the middle of a street!"
"Sorry I can't relate. Help will be on the way. I promise."
"Hurry, Gordon! This kid isn't waiting!"
Gordon hastily dialed 9-1-1 on his cell phone. "Yes, this is Commissioner Gordon. I need an ambulance for a woman in labor. We're at the one-hundred block of Fiftieth Street."
Gordon clicked off his phone and turned his attention back to Emma. Emma was panting. Sweat was trickling from her forehead. Her contractions were making it hard to breathe or function at all.
"I thought…pepper spray was bad. I was wrong," Emma groaned. "I think I'd take the pepper spray."
Emma's face twisted in pain and her hand was at her huge belly. "Ahh!"
"It's okay, Emma. They're coming. It's okay," Gordon comforted.
All Gordon could say was "it's okay." He truly did not know what to say. Emma did not mind. She had more faith in Gordon than he had in himself.
"I know, Gordon. I trust you," Emma said, taking deep breaths in between. "Commissioner Gordon won't let me down."
Gordon hoped he was not letting Emma or her unborn child down. Gordon shook with fear as he repeated, "it's okay." The last time he spoke those words, a disfigured madman held a gun to his son's head. Gordon hoped that those would not be empty words. He hoped that those words would not be a lie.
A/N: So, what do you think? I hope you like it. I won't update more until after the Dark Knight Rises comes out, so I don't have to worry about spoilers. Let me know what you think. I appreciate your reviews. Thank you!