Author's Note: This is a Zombie AU. None of the characters have superhero alter egos. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or locations used in this fan fiction.
Jim Gordon was tired. Late shifts with continuous cups of coffee and five hour energies only get a man so far which is why he probably did not notice anything unusually at first.
In his Commissioner's office, Gordon sat rubbing his eyes as he looked over a file of the latest robberies done by a gang called "The Red Hood Gang".
"Damn, Gotham can never have a crimeless night." Gordon sighs as he takes another drink of his black coffee hoping to stay awake until 11:45 when he could go home. Closing the file Gordon stands seeing Bullock's figure cross in front of his office. "What's he doing here? He's never been one to stay for extra work," Jim questions as he strides to his door and opens it a hair to yell for Bullock. "Hey, Bullock! You were off over an hour ago-"
Bullock slowly turns almost stumbling over. "Jesus, Harv. What happened?" Gordon's eyes widen taking in Bullock's disheveled figure; however, Gordon is unable to see but a shadow of Harvey's face as the lights in the precinct all go out at once. "What the hell? I swear this better not be another-"
Bullock stumbles forward groaning coming within a foot of Jim, who can now see his friend's full appearance. His skin is a tainted green with the flesh looking like it's been hastily pieced together. His eyes are a lifeless red, and his mouth foams at the edges as Gordon quickly swings out his gun pointing it at his unresponsive friend.
"Holy shit, Bullock." Gordon curses as Bullock takes another step forward, and Gordon positions his finger over the trigger as he's done a thousand times before. Yeah, but never like this. Never at a friend. Never at Bullock. "Harvey, it's me, Jim. Have you had too much to drink, tonight? It's alright. We can get you help and-"
The gunshot echoes throughout the precinct as Bullock lunges onto the barrel and the bullet embeds itself in his chest. Stumbling backwards, Bullock falls as Jim lowers his gun in shock of the events. "Bullock, I-"
Groaning the creature stands with the bullet still in its chest, and this time Jim does not hesitate. The zombiefied Bullock falls to the white tiled ground with a bullet through its skull without any movement. Quickly Jim Gordon holsters his gun and looks over the banister as a scream echoes throughout the station.
All over the station below, officers stumble groaning and moaning. "It's… everyone?"
"Jim, help! Please, help me!" A scream echoes below and Jim's eyes focus on the small figure of Renee Montoya curled under her desk. "Stay still! I'll be there, Montoya!" He yells, but just as he moves for the stairs all the zombies' eyes focus on the woman and two simultaneously rush her.
Montoya wastes no time in shooting down the first, the shot hits directly in its forehead; however, the second shot goes through Vincent Arrazzio's shoulder… he does not even slow. Montoya screams as teeth crash around her throat sending fresh blood into the night air and the rest of the zombies into a frenzy.
Biting down on his tongue Gordon turns his head and sees several red eyes staring back at him. No time for sorry. You'll be remembered Montoya.
Gordon runs to his office dead bolting the door and grabbing his keys as only one thought crosses his mind: Barbara. A bang erupts the silence as a couple of zombies pound against the door with their eyes glazed over in lust.
Opening his desk drawers, Gordon removes two other police grade pistols with a belt of ammunition. Reloading his gun, Gordon strides to the only other door in the room and swings it open. As the glass door breaks open behind him, James runs to the roof. Upon reaching the roof, Gordon's eyes quickly scan for the fire escape which he spots to his left. Thank God, for no funding. Or this old fire escape would be long gone!
Without looking back, he jumps down the fire escape letting the grumbles behind him serve as the adrenaline he has lacked for about ten years now.
Jogging around the precinct to its front, Gordon urgently unlocks his police car and stumbles in. Allowing a breath of relief, he starts the car. "I'm coming, Barb."
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College is boring… No, not just boring but hard. "We pay 30,000 dollars a year for this useless shit," Barbara sighs as she runs a hand through her red hair and tosses her laptop aside frustrated over the obviously biased essay assignment.
As Barbara stretches on her purple comforter, the lights flicker out. Sighing Barbara stands as she reaches for her phone to look for any alerts. "Gotham transitioned into night time by a man dressed as a bat. Witnesses say he even had fangs." She jokes at the oddities of Gotham criminals; however, her laughter dies when she gets no signal. Even with her cellular data on nothing goes through, not even a text message or call to her father. "What the hell?"
A knock disrupts the concern and sends Barbara walking to the apartment door. Dad is supposed to be home by 12 anyway. That's only a couple more minutes. I'm sure he'll be fine, probably just another crazy that hates teens and their obsessions with phones. He probably calls himself "No Signal Man". Now that would be a real apocalypse.
As her hand turns around the knob, a woman's scream carries through the door causing the hair on her arms to stand up. Afraid but overpowered by her concern for the woman's safety, Barbara cautiously opens the door.
Mrs. Jenkins lays on the floor, her face splattered with blood motionless, while a disfigured man with rotten flesh stands over her, teeth red with blood. "A zombie?!" Its head snaps towards Barbara as her eyes widen and she forces her arms to slam the door. The thing's arm gets caught in the door and it grumbles incoherent sounds as Barbara continues to push on the door hoping to close it.
As the creature continues to struggle, a gunshot echoes throughout the hallway and the zombie collapses in a heap allowing Barbara to finally close the door. She breathes heavily as the door shuts and her heart pounds; however, a knock on the door freezes her in place until she puts together that someone had to shoot the thing.
"Barb, it's me."
The door swings open, and Jim is quickly pulled in as Barbara shuts the door behind him before engulfing him in a hug. "Dad," she stutters as she wraps her arms around him shaking from the fear of earlier.
"Babs, sweetie, gather your things… Only the essentials though: clothes, nonperishable foods, water, and anything that can be used as a weapon." He breaks the hug with his orders as Barbara's eyes widen in confusion, and Jim goes around the living room opening a safe.
"What is going on? Why was there a-"
Sighing Gordon turns to his daughter shaking his head as the safe opens. "Your guess is the best as mine. I have no idea… Hell, it seems like it's the end of the world. But, Barb, I'm not taking it sitting down and neither are you."
Nodding, but still in shock, Barbara advances to her room to pack as Jim piles various guns, knives, and ammo into a duffle bag. Grabbing two walkie-talkies, Gordon stands satisfied with his load as Barbara comes out of her room with a similar bag. Giving her a soft, hopefully reassuring smile, he hands her a walkie-talkie.
"If we get separated." Barbara nods once, but looks up and stares at her father sending him the tiniest smile she can manage given the situation.
"But we won't."
End Note: Whelp, things are going to get interesting. Please review, so I can improve my writing! I wanted to explore the relationship between Jim and Barbara, so they are going to be the main characters… but keep your eyes peeled. (OTHERS WILL MAKE APPEARANCES!) Until next time.