AN: Standard Disclaimer, I write because I want to... Nothing else, and I own nothing.
Jim stood, file in hand, and on the roof; the new bat signal was on and he was waiting. A gentle tap on the cold black steel and a gravelly voice caused him to startle.
"I like it."
"Couldn't find any more mob bosses." Jim could have sworn he had heard a light chuckle from the Batman. "Here, new case. He likes to leave a card."
"A card?" Jim handed the Batman a sealed evidence bag it contained a single playing card: The Joker.
"Remember what I said about escalation?" The Batman nodded, Jim noticed he seemed nervous about whatever was going to be said next. "Well, I I think this is it."
"Do you blame me?"
"What?" Gordon couldn't believe his ears. Why would he blame Gothams one true hero?
"Do you blame me, and I for calling him here? For hurting Gotham." Jim blinked at the Batman. "Answer me lieutenant." The bat's voice was low, husky almost like he was trying to stop from crying.
"Gotham will be stronger for the pain; and so will we. We are still two, but we aren't we?" Jim had been hesitant to ask, but I but perhaps both he and the bat needed the reassurance from each other.
"We are still two." The Batman stretched out his hand, and but Jim didn't take it instead he replied with.
"That's all I needed to hear. Now go get some rest, you look beat." Jim looked at where the bat had been but nothing was there except a medium sized pool of blood; about the amount that comes from a stab wound. Jim shook his head, as he whispered into the night around him, and" I hope you heal, and I Batman."
