Jim should have expected the call to the Spencer's that was near the Hot Topic the following week, but he was shocked to discover the miscreant who was causing a scene. Rolling as fast as his trusty segway could go, he rolled into the dark and misty shop to find Bruce Wayne had handcuffed himself to Edward Nygma, who looked absolutely enraged that a twelve year old had managed to rope him into this.

"Hello, Officer." Bruce's tone was as formal as ever, despite the swearing, angry teenager at his side. Jim could only gape at the boy, his eyes wide in surprise. Never in a million years would he think mild mannered Bruce would do something like this, but there he was, dragging Edward along with him by the handcuffed wrist. "I was hoping you would come. I have some riff raff here," he yanked at his wrist, causing Edward to wince in pain, "that I need you to take care of."

This was almost too much for Jim to take in. As Edward glared at him, he struggled to come up with a reply. It was clear what was going on here, this wasn't the first time Bruce had done something like this. Rolling closer to the duo, he asked, "Bruce, what have we said about trying to solve crimes on our own?"

Bruce glared at him with a stern frown tugging down his lips. Too late, Jim remembered how much Bruce despised being talked down to. He would really have to change his approach with talking to the kid. "Please don't talk to me like that, Officer Gordon. I understand that you would prefer I come get you, but Mr. Nygma would be gone by the time you got here."

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Jim couldn't believe this was truly happening. This had to be some nightmare, he must have been overworking himself. "What did Edward do this time?"

Too late, Jim realized his wording wasn't the best. Edward glared daggers at him, his hand on his hip. He silently thanked whatever higher powers responsible for this that Bruce had managed to cuff Edward. "This time? I am nothing short of a model citizen, Officer. It's this child—" He yanked the handcuff on his wrist, "that's causing trouble."

Unruffled by this accusation, Bruce used his free hand to reach into Edward's Hot Topic bag to pluck out a Bad Bitch goblet with a Spencer's price tag attached to it. "He was going to steal this obscene cup. I obviously couldn't let him get away so easily."

"I was not." The teenager was quick to protest. If it was possible, his scowl might have deepened as he turned his poisonous gaze onto Bruce. The twelve year old didn't even flinch. "I totally bought that."

Jim buried his face in one hand. This was the worst week in existence, and it was only Monday. He would have to keep a closer watch on Bruce to make sure he wasn't agitating the easily angered teenagers of the mall. "Bruce, get rid of the handcuffs. Now, please."

"Fine." After handing the plastic goblet back to Jim with a disgusted frown, Bruce unlocked the cuffs binding him to Edward. "I have to be somewhere anyway. I'll leave you to deal with this thief."

Jim knew that meant it was time for Alfred Pennyworth to pick him up from the Chipotle a few blocks away from the mall, but didn't question Bruce as he strode out of the store. Now that Bruce was gone, the mall cop could focus his attention on the teenager still glaring at the retreating form of the child. Holding up the Bad Bitch goblet, he asked, "Seriously? You were gonna steal this?" Shaking his head, Jim handed Edward the bedazzled cup. "Take this to check out if you want it that badly. If I have to come back because you tripped the security system, I'm writing you up."

"Whatever," the teenager scoffed as he swiped the cup from Jim's hand. Sauntering to the check out line, he called out behind him, "Have a good day, Officer."

"See ya around." With a mock two-finger salute, he swiveled around in his segway to make it back to his beloved security booth where his coffee was waiting for him, lukewarm by now.