Prologue: The Beginning Of the New Age

In the city of Gotham, a grand city of crime, there was silence. Nobody spoke, nobody fought, and all was quiet as two black hearses went their way to the cemetery. The people said they needed someone to set the city straight, they said they needed someone to make the city safe again. Nobody stepped up, nobody made it right. Then, there was Jim Gordon.

Chapter One: This Is Familiar

September 13. 10:35pm

A tan hand rubbed a forehead in stress and fatigue while a voice wordlessly whispered to them. A GCPD badge was set on the desk inelegantly while a gun was snuggling into its vessel.

Another day of crime, another day of tension.

"It just doesn't end, does it."

It was more a statement than a question. The person sat back up, sighing as the sign on their desk fell from the stacks of files it sat upon.

Detective J. Gordon

Said man just sat there, his torso rising and falling with each stressed breath he took.

"Hey, we got another case..."

Harvey's voice seemed to strike a crack into Gordon's skull. He stood up, grabbing his coat and walked with Harvey as said man explained.

"Seems to be another robbery gone wrong, however there's a teenage witness who's pretty shaken up..."

"Age?"

"Seems around thirteen to fourteen from what the sheriff said."

Gordon felt his chest tighten as the case of the Wayne Murder went through his brain.

"Another child?"

Harvey just nodded.

"Doing worse than Bruce did..."

They sped off after getting into the car, the air colder to Gordon than usual as the sky darkened as another day of crime started again.

It just never ends...does it?

At the Robbery Location

Gordon widened his eyes as he saw a girl fighting to get to the lifeless body of a disfigured woman. He quickly got out as the sheriff finally got her away and turned from the woman. She was in bad shape. Brunette hair mangled, blood covering her arms and legs while seeping through a gunshot wound to her shoulder. Her eyes were a dull, dark brown, deprived of any life. They were red and swollen from crying and she was hyperventilating. Gordon quickly walked over, and just embraced her. The girl's hands fisted his shirt as he rubbed her back and gently whispered soothing words into her ear. Soon, she stopped but to Gordon's surprise, refused to let go of his torso. Shaking, panting, and trying to disappear into his coat, she was terrified.

"What's your name?"

The girl looked up and Gordon felt his chest tighten more as she just looked around while whispering.

"M-my name? It's C-Cameron...yeah... "

Gordon smiled gently.

"That's a very beautiful name Cameron. Are you alright?"

She just looked at him and just gave him a torn look between 'yes' and 'no'. He felt the familiar sensation flow through him. He felt like he needed to protect her; this broken girl holding onto him like he was her salvation.

"Where's your father?"

She looked up, lip trembling and simply whispered.

"H...he left...when I was little..."

Gordon glanced at Harvey who just stared with an expectant gaze. Gordon knew the question all too well in the look.

Is she doing ok?

Gordon slowly shook his head no; Harvey's eyes saddening and he looked away. Edward Nygma walked over and quietly asked.

"Cameron Jenkins?"

Said girl trembled as she looked up, her eyes tired with pain.

"Mm?"

"Your wound...is it ok?"

The girl rubbed the bandage and stayed in Gordon's arms while nodding, feeling sleepy. Gordon jolted as he heard her voice whisper.

"Y...your name...what is your name?"

Gordon pulled back gently, cupping Cameron's face gently while answering.

"My name is Jim Gordon, and I promise I will find whoever did this..."

He kissed her forehead and hugged her again. She screamed in fright as hands grabbed her away from Gordon. Sheriff struggled as the girl screamed and thrashed.

"Please! Don't let them take me!"

"HEY! BOYS! Lay off, would ya'?"

Harvey's voice broke the hands away as the girl latched onto Gordon. He realized all she had on was a ripped coat and a faded grey, bloody 50's style pencil skirt. Gordon was shocked, his blue eyes widening as her cut and bloody arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Harvey suggested quietly.

"Gordon, you should probably get her away from here...from what Enigma has shown...she doesn't have family anywhere around here...do you think you could let her home with you till we can relocate her?"

Gordon thought for a second. A second was all it took to decide, already feeling defensive of this broken being.

"Alright, I'll come-"

"-Nah...Stay home...Miss Jenkins will need someone..."

Gordon nodded and gently picked said girls body up bridal style, the girl widening her dull eyes as he walked to his vehicle.

"W-where are we going?"

Gordon replied while setting her into the front passenger seat.

"I'm taking you to my place. You're going to be staying there for awhile until we can get you relocated."

She nodded as he buckled her in, sighing as she winced when his arm touched her wound. Gordon quickly went to the driver side, sparing a glance at the girl beside him, hearing his heart shatter at the state she was in. Who on this Earth could have done something so cruel to a woman, let alone a child? The mother was...mutilated...the daughter...shot...possibly raped. Gordon tightened his grip on the wheel, not noticing the interested gaze on him as he thought to himself while shifting in his seat.

'Rape?Rape?Who would try to take the innocence of achild? Hopefully the person responsible for this didn't get that far...'

The car slowed and the girl gasped at his abode, her eyes widening and hands on the door frame. The brunette mangled hair stuck in front her eyes, but that didn't seem to faze the fascinated girl. Gordon smiled gently as he heard her raspy whisper, fogging up the window unintentionally.

"It's so brilliant; I've never seen a home so...big..."

Gordon got out and opened the passenger door, the girl blinking while he took off her seatbelt. Kneeling in front of the girl, he asked while warming up the girls delicate, icy hands in his own warm and callused hands.

"Miss-"

"Please...just call me Cameron, only God knows how much I hate it when people use formal gestures..."

Her voice wavered and Gordon nodded with a small shake of his head.

"Ok...Cameron...I need to ask you something very important...it may seem...awkward but I need to know..."

He asked her silently for consent and she nodded once, blinking slowly as she watched him.

"Did the man who killed your mother...touch you or hurt you inappropriately?"

He swore her face lit up 50 shades of red and she looked at her hands, nodding slowly after a moment. Gordon felt a scorching rage flare up in his chest.

"Did he...rape you?"

Jenkins looked up with wide eyes and simply said while shaking her head.

"Well I'd never! I'd kick his behind all the way to heaven and back if he did! The sheriffs came after the shots were fired and I led them to me by screaming bloody murder..."

Gordon chuckled a little then paused as girl suddenly swayed when she tried to move forward, her eyes drooping and she whispered while Gordon widened his eyes.

"Gordon...?"

She fell forward, while Gordon caught her.

"Cameron? Come on, stay with me."

He quickly picked her up like a baby and quickly walked into his home, setting her on the couch. Her face was contorted into an expression of pain...blood seeping through the coat and Gordon ran for bandages. He scouted for them quickly, grabbing towels and a cold washcloth along the way. Gordon hesitated on taking the coat off; knowing all she had on to cover her chest was the coat.He quickly grabbed a white, button up shirt and put it over her bust before taking off the trench coat. He carefully pulled off the bandage and grimaced at the stench and sight. Red blood oozed slowly as some dark brown, crusty dried blood slowed down the flow. Already, it was bruising around the wound. He carefully dabbed a wet, soapy cloth around the wound, wiping away the dried blood. Jenkins winced in her sleeping state, her face scrunching up as Gordon put a new bandage over it and buttoned up the shirt, the towel slipping from her bust. Gordon sat at the edge of the bed, wondering if gangsters had something to do with this. Rain gently pattered against the window as night came, a sigh leaving his chest as he lit the fireplace to keep her warm and went to bed.

About Two hours later

KA-BOOM!

Gordon jolted as he felt a body rush into the bed and swan dive into his chest as whimpers echoed from the covers. Completely confused and sleepy, Jim looked down to see the trembling body of Jenkins.

"Cameron...?"

She looked up with terrified eyes and simply whispered.

"I'm terrified of thunderstorms..."

Gordon sighed and felt his eyes close, shooting open again as the girl yelped loudly and clung to him as thunder shook the building. He rubbed her back soothingly, closing his eyes and listening to her breathing slow gradually. A jolt and flinch here and there when thunder shouted at the sky...but he was thankful she didn't wake up again. His sleepy, blue eyes slowly fluttered close as he wasted away into the abyss of dreams and darkness.