Title: Weary
Rating: K+ for hints at (offscreen) death and general unhappiness
Warnings: none
Summary: "'No. This is something I need to do myself. And he stepped forward, a heavy arm slowly rising to the level of the knocker." Gordon delivers bad news. One shot.
Characters: Jim Gordon and Batman
A/N: This image has been rolling around in my head for awhile now. I hope I did it justice.
"No. This is something I need to do myself."
And he stepped forward, a heavy arm slowly rising to the level of the knocker.
A laugh floated out the kitchen window, soft jazz a gentle accompaniment.
Gordon knew she would remember this song, this moment forever. Like the day he said those vows and made himself hers.
And now this moment. Gordon knew her world was ending even as she still lived in cheerful ignorance, expecting a key in the lock instead of a knock at the door.
Perhaps he could give her the happiness of a few more moments…until the song was over.
Heart-sick, head bowed, he stood his vigil on the front step, waiting for the last notes to fade.
Just out of sight, a familiar shadow stood a vigil of a different kind.
And Gordon, who knew what hid in the dark and was still unafraid, was grateful.