Thinking up what Ned would do in the modern world, I came upon this idea & ran with it.

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Ten floors up, on the roof of the police precinct, Eddard Stark looked down on the city. With no wind to blow it, snow fell gently down, quieting the evening so you couldn't hear the sounds of the city on a Friday night, 3 weeks from Christmas. It was a slight waver of the falling snow that alerted him of a presence, just to his left.

"Good evening Commissoner," a gravelly voice called out from the darkness.

Standing in the middle of the roof was a figure in black. Fully armored, with a cape & a distinctive wolf shaped cowl.

"Hello Wolf," Ned turned to the figure, leaning on the rooftop barrier, "Nice work with that hostage situation the other day,"

Wolf nodded almost imperceptibly, "Trant nearly made of a mess of it though."

"He's got 2 weeks unpaid leave for it," Ned answered.

"You didn't call me here to discuss hot headed swat team members did you?"

"I meant to thank you."

Wolf shook his head, "I told you, from the beginning, you never have to thank me. I only do what needs to be done."

"My daughter Arya, was one of the passengers on that bus," Ned said, watching the other man closely, "She was a fan of yours since the beginning, & I can't help but think she's an even bigger fan now."

It almost looked like the black clad man looked uncomfortable.

"I think she's infatuated with you now," Ned continued, "Not as an ideal, as what you doing all this stands for, but as a man."

"A Hero complex, nothing more. I'm sure it's temporary," Wolf's gravelly voice seemed softer, just for a second.

Sighing, Ned shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe I'm just seeing things. Looking too closely at things that aren't really there. What's really got me worried is my nephew, Jon."

"Perhaps I should-"

"His parents were killed, right in front of him when he was a kid. He just shut down. Not even Arya could reach him. In the end, we thought it best for him to leave the city, thought a change of scenery would do him good."

"Sir, I-"

Ned continued, looking out at the city, "He doesn't come back home for 8 years, never contacting us. We didn't even know if he was alive or not. He comes back, about a year ago, around the time you started, and forgive me for saying, he's a mess. He spends his trust fund on crazy toys & lives like a playboy, like he's eager to hit the tabloids."

Wolf stands still, his posture rigid, his breathing controlled.

"Arya detests him. They were so close before. It's like she's switched her attention from him onto you," Ned finally turns to look at the young man.

"I see."

"Do you Jon?"

The serious, professional superhero looked unsure. Ned made sure to remember this moment forever, "I get the feeling she's planning something very stupid. I hope you take care of her."

"Always."

After some thought, putting Ned in a modern day political situation would have him lose his head again. The man is just not cut out for politics. Police commissioner on the other hand, yes, that works. Add a little Batman influence & use GoT animal motifs and this is what you get.

And for added challenge, this was a Jon/Arya fic without Arya never showing up. This one may actually get a sequel at some point. C'mon, you do want to see Arya in this world don't you. Just got to let ideas percolate for a bit.