Jim Gordon watched as the Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham, ran, no stumbled, away into the busy night of the urban jungle. From behind him, he could hear the baying of dogs and the faint shouts of his men. He prayed that the mysterious hero could get away quickly, even when wounded. Because the GPD would be out for his blood, with two dead cops being placed on his head.
Even after his men had come up from behind him, he did not move for some more minutes. He merely held the hand of his son, comforting him as he hoped that the child could understand what was going on with Batman. He only left the blonde's side when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Commissioner!"
Gordon recognized the voice, it sounded like Officer Romirez, one of the best in his unit. Giving his son an affectionate pat on the head, Gordon jogged over to where she was standing. As he neared her, he noticed that her face was all swelled and bruised. Concerned for her safety, he increased his speed and began to run full-out.
"Hey, boss, long time no see." Romirez joked, smiling lightly and then wincing as her cheek stung with the effort.
Gordon's heart jarred painfully as he saw her, seeing what had been done to one of his officers. No matter how high he rose in the ranks, he would always care for these people, the everyday cops and detectives that he worked with. And he especially respected Romirez out of all of his task force members. At first as with all of his men, he had been slightly worried about their records... most of them having been investigated by Internal Affairs. But, then again, most of the cops in Gotham had been investigated at least once. He was one of the few ones who had managed to keep their noses clean. Romirez hadn't been so lucky, and had almost been tried.
Even though he had been apprehensive, Romirez had always been someone that he could count on, someone he could trust. She was tough and street smart, being one of the best detectives in his force. But, Officer Romirez also proved to be just as kind as she was tough, often spending time with his family and lending a hand, whether it was running to get groceries when his wife was sick or babysitting the kids. She was a good cop, and a good friend, always acting as a trusted counselor and moral compass. Often saying things that the other cops wouldn't, like hassling Jim to go home and to not pull too many all nighters on a case.
Telling that this was not the place to discuss what had happened to her face, the Commissioner left the topic alone. Instead, he gently asked her "What's up Detective?"
"It's Dent, sir. Medic says that when he was pushed that he landed on his back... he could have injured his spine pretty badly, but he needs immediate medical attention."
For a moment Gordon just looked at her, completly in shock. "Wait, are you telling me that he's not dead?" Jim was so confused. How could Harvey not be dead? He had fallen two stories, and the way that his one eye was still open, glazed over like in death...
Romirez shook her head, her loose ponytail bobbing behind her. "No. The Doc's just as surprised as you are. I guess that Dent must really be one lucky guy..."
Her last sentence trailed off ominously, as both of the police officers noticed Dent's famous coin, lying besides its master. Gordon could only make a guess, but he was pretty sure that Romirez knew that it had actually been the District Attorney who had killed those people. They both silently shared a look- a look that said what the hell are we going to go about him?