A/N: yeah I know…Lock up isn't an episode anyone wants to dwell on. :shudders: But I was watching some B:TAS and saw the episode and this little one-shot popped into my head about Gordon and what he felt after his catch up at lock up's hands. I hope it's good.
Disclaimer: Well, I put them on my Christmas list and didn't get them…..such is life…it sucks!
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James Gordon was not a man who contemplated a lot. He wasn't a stupid man merely one who knew his own views well enough to not feel the need to examine them.
But he did now. Oh dear lord in heaven he did now.
He poured another shot of whiskey and downed it.
He had been drinking a bit more since he had been captured by lock-up.
Lock-up. Lyle Bolton.
It wasn't the face that he had been captured by him. He was used to that. He was a police officer he had been shot at, threatened and such since his first job.
No. Bolton had captured him. He could accept that, he was still alive along with the others after all.
No...What stuck in his head what had happened before he had gotten caught.
Six Months before to be exact. The hearing that got Bolton fired.
The hearing that had made him see a new side of what everyone called 'Gotham's psychos'
He could still see them. Yelling what had been done to them in a frantic way, tones pleading with them not to let it happen again.
If he shut his eyes he could see them cowering against the wall, covering their faces and shaking like leaves.
He remembered the sudden anger that welled up in him to see them like that and the satisfaction of watching Bolton get dragged off.
He remember after Bolton had been forced to leave he had turned to the frightened three and said that he was gone and they had looked at him with such...HOPE, such terrified hope. They had all been escorted back to their cells but Wesker had turned back and asked 'M...Mr. Gordon? I...Is he really gone?" He had nodded and answered yes. "Thank you." the smaller man had whispered before walking from the room.
Gordon shook his head to clear it and downed one last glass before capping off the bottle and putting it away. He caught a look at his palm.
The mark on his palms from when he got electrocuted from Lock-up bars.
He suddenly remembered Crane yelling that fact about the patients being chained down at night and electrifying the doors and wondered if any of the arkham patients had marks on their palms or any other place on their bodies..
He sighed and grabbed the bottle again. One more drink wouldn't hurt
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A/n: Well there it is. I hope you find it readable and though provoking...but if you don't could you review anyway? I like reviews. ^_^
