Okay guys, I decided to write another new story. I don't know much to tell about it yet, so I think you just have to read it LOL

Chapter 1: Jim's first crime case

(point of view Jim)

A month ago my fiancée Barbara left me for another woman. I should have seen it coming, but I think I didn't want to believe it myself. I didn't want to believe the fact she still had feelings for Montoya. But she did, and she left me without a note. I tried to call her but she didn't pick up. That's when I realized I had to move on.

I dropped my keys off at her apartment after Mr and Mrs Wayne offered me a room in Wayne Manor. I was a regular visitor to their mansion over the past few years because their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, is one of my closest friend.

A few days later I received a phone-call from the GCPD, and the captain told me she had a job for me. I became a detective at Gotham's police department and was about to meet my new partner when suddenly the room was filled with shouts and demands. As I looked up, I saw that one of the prisoners had grabbed an officer.

"Hold your fire!" I bellowed through the GCPD while rushing down the stairs and pushed myself forward through the crowd of cops, who had their guns aimed at the perp. "I got this!"

I stood still in front of the perp who pushed his back against the cell behind him, and wrapped his arm tighter around the officer's throat while holding the gun to the side of her head.

"Don't look at them, look at me," I said, and it didn't take long before the perp locked his eyes into mine. "My name is Jim. Jim Gordon. What is yours?"

The perp twitched with his eyes and then growled he needed his pills. "Okay, everything is going to be alright," I tried to assure the perp as much as myself. I knew in the back of my head, I had to come up with an idea, and fast. That's when I saw a bottle with aspirins, on the desk beside me.

"I've got your pills right here," I said as I grabbed the bottle, and held the label on my side in case the perp might be smart enough and read it. "You want some pills? Here are some pills."

I tipped the bottle over and handed out some pills. The perp immediately wolfed down onto it, but then realized they tasted different than his normal pills. It gave me enough time to move closer to the perp and grab his arm, knocking the gun from his hand. After that I knocked him unconscious. Shortly afterwards I met my new partner, Harvey Bullock.

My first case also arrived soon. Bullock and I had to investigate a murder that happened earlier. My heart froze when I heard where. The theatre district. I knew Mr Wayne had taken his wife and son to the movies, and I also knew they would head home about the same time as it is now. I really wished everything was fine with them, but soon as we arrived I knew it was not.

From afar I could see the brown fabric of Mrs Wayne's coat, and when I walked closer I saw the both of them. A few meters away from his parents bodies sat Bruce, and I couldn't help myself to sigh a little in relief. But maybe it's not a crime to be happy Bruce is alive, even if his parents are not.

Bullock starts a conversation with another officer and I walk to Bruce, not knowing what to say or do so I sat down instead. Bruce would do the talking, when he was ready. And Bruce did, after wrapping his arms around my waist and sobbed, uncontrollably.

When he had calmed down a little, Bruce told be what happened. A robber walked upon them from the shadows and forced Mr and Mrs Wayne to give up their wallets and jewelry. And then he shot them both. I swallowed and wondered how anyone could do something like that.

Then Bruce said something what made my heart ache even more. That it was his fault. That he should have done something.

"Bruce, there's nothing you could do to stop what happened," I said, moving in a little closer and wrapped an arm around him. Even though he had a blanket, the kid still shivered. "But there's something you can do now. You can be strong. Be strong. I will promise you, I will find the man who did this."

Right at that moment I saw Alfred walking into the alleyway, and Bruce saw him too. The young boy looked at me questionably and I nodded; "Go ahead. I will see you tonight." Bruce tossed the blanket off and ran toward his butler, hugging the man tightly. My heart ached, terribly.

Our eyes met, and Alfred nodded briefly at me before turning around with Bruce and headed to the car. My first investigation had started, though my partner wanted to give it up, right then and there.

More than a week later I walked with Bullock into the precinct where a very bewildered college scrambled over to us, and told us that one of the girls from the child snatchers case wanted to speak with me, and with me only.

I frowned confused but followed my college to the bench the girl waited. I recognized her from afar. She was the same girl I rescued, and afterwards she refused to speak with me. I sighed deeply before heading over to her and said; "Hello again, young lady."

I stood still in front of the girl who beamed a sarcastically sweet smile at me. It appeared she was just as pleased to see me as I was to see her. I sighed; "How can I help you?"

"We need to talk!" Then, she looked at my college beside me and made a little flick with her wrist as a signal for him to leave, and when I comment; "So now you want to talk, huh?" she just smiled again.

Knowing in the back of my head this girl somehow meant trouble for me, I ignored it and told my college it was fine. The officer threw a sympathetic look at me before handing me the clipboard and leaves.

"Selina is it?" I asked as I flipped through the paperwork and the young girl corrected me by telling her name was Cat. I looked up as the name ringed a bell. Cat? You're Macky's friend?"

"Yeah, I know Macky," the girl replies as she stares at me suspiciously. Obviously she thought the street boy had tell on her.

"Those bastards nearly got you twice, huh?" I asked, staring at her impressed. "You're quite a survivor."

"You have no idea," the street girl replies with a cheeky smirk and can't help myself to nod lightly. Then I resume watching her as she moves around on the bench, taking in her surroundings or maybe even checking if there are other cops close. Then, she moves slightly forward; "Suppose I had something you really, really wanted. If I gave it to you, could you get me out of here?"

"What do you got?" I asked as she had peeked my interest.

"I've been watching you," the girl replied and leaned back in the bench and hooked one of her leg over the other. I stare at her confused. What was she meaning with 'watching you?' "You're friend of the boy. You're not like the rest of these crooks."

I look around to my fellow officers and noticed neither of them had heard the girls comment. I took my hands from my pockets and sat down beside her so we could talk more, privately.

"The boy?" I ask suspiciously, and quickly I realize she meant Bruce. "What do you mean, you've been watching me?"

The street girl moves closer and whispers; "That Mario Pepper guy was a patsy, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Could you? Could you get me out?"

For a brief moment I dart my eyes away to look if there are any colleges near who could hear me and I chew on the inside of my mouth as I reply; "It's possible."

"I saw who really killed the Wayne's. Saw him clear as day."

So, what do you think so far?

Next chapter: Alfred's point of view. How will the butler react on the crazy new house guest?

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