Chapter Two
Commissioner of the Gotham City Police, James Gordon stood on the roof of the GCPD. Flipping a switch caused the huge searchlight to go dim. Batman wasn't coming, and that was odd. Usually he managed to sneak up behind Gordon, making the older man wish for retirement so he would stop getting the shit scared out of him.
'Must've been important,' Jim mused to himself. Crime in Gotham had been on the downswing ever since The Riddler was in lock-up. His henchmen were still on the loose but Batman was slowly rounding them up, especially the Riddler's informants.
The last gang brought in provided valuable information into the dealings of Roman Sionis, aka the Black Mask. Gordon had not had the least bit of luck putting the puzzle pieces together and needed Batman's help in doing so.
Heading down the steps to the roof access elevator, Gordon wondered how much more Gotham could take. Reports were coming in that Metropolis was getting just as bad, but he couldn't believe that. Gotham was Hell on Earth. What was it about this place that made every criminal element gravitate to it like honey?
The elevator dinged in the hallway of the bull-pen. Gordon stepped out and made his way to his office. The city had just cleaned up from the Founder's Day Parade. It was going to be a long year.
