Ok, so since my computer is still broken, here is a little fiction about an underused character, Jim Gordon. I might continue this, I might not. It really depends on the reviews. Anyway, I own nothing, but I hop you enjoy this borrowed story.
Gordon
It was a nice three day weekend. Jim Gordon walked into his small apartment rather disheveled. His glasses were fogged up with sweat from the swealtering heat outside, and he carried his messenger bag as if it was filled with bricks instead of case files. He was just getting home after his shift, though he was still on call. Oddly enough, he did not hear the sounds of gymnastics, martial arts, or cooking, the house was in a rare state of complete silence.
I guess Barb must have gone out. He thought to himself.
Or at least he thought until he saw the note pinned to the coffe table in front of the television in the room that served as both the dining room, living room, and half of the kitchen.
He wiped off his glasses and read the note.
Hey Pop!
Just wanted to remind you for the billionth time that I will be out this weekend. As I'm sure you've forgotten, Mr. Fox of Waye Enterprises is flying me to Japan for a conference on advanced biometric software. I have my phone and will call you as soon as I get to the hotel. Anyway, see you soon.
-Barbara
Now he remembered. Barbara had always liked computers, but in the past few months, she had spent a lot of time reading manuals and textbooks, trying to master the languages and formulas.
Of course, like anything she put her mind to, she got very good, very fast. All of a sudden, she announced one day that Wayne enterprises was hiring her as a consultant for their security systems. When he asked her how she managed to get that kind of a job with no prior experience, she nonchalantly replied that she had a friend on the inside.
She was just like her mother. The usually stoic commissioner tenderly picked up a framed photograph off of the coffee table. It had been taken in a park during a beautiful cloudless day. To Jim, it was a window to a simpler past.
In the picture, a younger Jim Gordon sat on the grass, without a mustache. His arm was around a young woman with shoulder length red hair and bright eyes. They were both laughing in the photo, and in their laps sat a small child who had two red pigtails. She looked up at her parents with a look of cute and adorable indignance, as if she had just done something funny without meaning to. It was a happy picture, and James Gordon missed the innocence it carried with it.
He and Barbara rarely talked about what happened to her mother, but he knew that they needed to.
For now, though, Barbara was off doing what she had always done since her mothers death. She was off mastering her latest interest. He was proud and sad at the same time. She had become an extreme overachiever, but sometimes he missed the old Barbara.
Well, enough of that. At the moment, Barbara was off having a great time and he had a weekend to himself. What did he have to complain about ?
Well, there you have it. The secret life of Jim Gordon. If you want to find out where Barbara REALLY was, drop me a review and maybe I'll continue the story.
By the way, I have just recieved the components to fix my computer, so hopefully, I will be able to continue The Batgirl in a few days as soon as I put the computer back together. Then I can stop "Borrowing" my friends computer to write fanfics. Anyway, See you soon!