Disclaimer- I don't own any characters from the Christopher Nolan series of Batman. Unfortunately...I only own my character.

City of Scars: Chapter 1 (Intro)

It was 12:30 in the morning. Most people would be asleep at this time, not Lieutenant Rebel-Anne. She was sitting in her office at the newly built Major Crimes Unit. She had paperwork sprawled out across the cherry oak desk. She sighed rather loudly and threw her pen roughly onto the desk. It clattered to the edge and teetered there. She watched it for a few minutes thinking about her newest assignment.

She heard footsteps outside of her office walking by and it snapped her out of her trance. She stood up and grabbed her black coat with white hood and swung it around her shoulders. She walked over to the door and opened it with a creek. Her shoes tapped against the floor as she made her way to the stairs. She walked up several flights of stairs before reaching the last door in the stair well. She opened it and the cold wind pushed her platinum blonde curly hair out of her face.

She found what she was looking for pretty fast. A man in his late 30s or early 40s was standing on the roof looking out over the city that she had called her home since she was a baby. "What are you still doing here?" He asked turning to face her. Commissioner Gordon narrowed his eyes to see her a little better in the dark. "I could ask the same" She stated walking forward and standing next to him on the side of the roof. "I had some paper work to finish up." She stated in a tired voice.

"Wouldn't Barbara want you home?" he didn't answer for a few seconds after she finished the question. "She wants to get a divorce." He stated quietly. Rebel didn't know what to say at first. "I'm sorry," She said apologetically. "You didn't know." He said still not turning to look at her. "What about the kids?" He looked like he was contemplating the answer that he was going to give. A burst of cold wind hit Rebel and she tucked her hands into her pockets.

"They'll get to choose who they want to live with. Part of me knows they deserve better." Rebel swallowed and looked down at her shoes before looking back up at him. "There is no father better than you, Uncle Jim." He finally turned to look at her. She had tears in her eyes as she made the statement. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Thanks, kiddo." He let her go and she tensed up at the cold wind compared to his body heat that had made her warm for that split second.

"Come on, you need to get home and get some sleep." He said rubbing her back slightly. She nodded "You're probably right." She replied. She turned toward the door and he followed. She walked down to the first floor lobby. Hannah was the night receptionist who was sitting next at her desk writing in a notebook. "Good night, Hannah" Hannah smiled slightly and looked up. "Good night, Lieutenant...Commissioner" Jim Gordon nodded at the young lady with brown hair before the two of them walked out to the parking lot.

"You are good on rent money?" he asked as they reached her car. Rebel looked up at him. "Stop worrying, I'm fine. I'm not home enough to use my money." He chuckled dryly. "Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?" He asked ignoring the last statement, Rebel thinks it was because he didn't want to think about it. "Of course. Five o'clock right?" He nodded

"Yeah, The kids really miss seeing you." She ran her hand through her hair and shivered at the cold. "You're to use to the California weather. I'll see you tomorrow" he stated seeing the obvious shiver. "Goodnight Uncle Jim" Rebel said giving him a hug. "Goodnight my Rebel" She smiled slightly at him and then got into her car. It wasn't anything fancy, she barely had enough money to eat let alone get a nice car. Obviously she wasn't going to tell her Uncle about the lack of money, even though he asked about ten times a day. It was a 2002 Chevy Camaro Coop that she bought for 5,000. It was a pretty good deal at the time.

She turned the key and the engine started reluctantly. She drove off down the road. She lived in Glenwood apartments with her best friend. It was one of the most prestigious apartment complexes in Gotham. The average apartment rental in Gotham was over 2,000 dollars a month. They were paying 2,393 dollars a month, even with the discount that Rebel's best friend got from her employer.

Rebel parked in the apartment complex parking garage and got out of her car. She shut the door and turned around. She started walking toward the elevator, listening to her steps echo through the half empty garage. She pushed the button harder than she needed to and then got in as it opened.

She lived on the 24th floor. She pushed the button and leaned back against the railing. She had gone through this routine every single night. She surveyed the buttons like her previous nights and sighed, what would she give to live in a penthouse like the one Bruce Wayne owned in this apartment complex. His mansion was currently being rebuilt due a fire that he had caused several months ago. Poor him.

She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Ding. She opened her eyes and watched as the elevator door opened. She walked out and down the hallway. She grabbed her keys out of her pocket and opened the door.

She walked into the warm apartment and closed the door behind her. She threw her keys on the table and then her badge. She pushed the hair out of her eyes and walked into the living room. The TV was still on but she already knew that Sam, her roomie, had got to sleep. She was about to push the button when the news women said something of interest to her. "We are being told from a reliable source that the mass murdering criminal known as the Joker has escaped from Arkham Asylum." Just as the woman on the TV finished the sentence her phone started ringing. "Damn it."

(A/N –This is my first ever fanfiction so hopefully you like it. Sorry this chapter is just the intro. Next chapter should be much more interesting. Wink Wink.)