~ James Gordon: GCPD ~

Commissioner Gordon walked into the precinct on the crisp Tuesday afternoon, cold air nipping at his skin. Despite it being mid August, Gotham city was already receiving early December weather.

At the opposite end of the station, felons could be seen locked inside the holding cell. The vast majority of them climbed on the bars, jeering sinister words and threats. Gordon wasn't bothered by them much, though. Over the years he had grown use to their pointless chatter.

He didn't engage them. Instead, he walked up the freshly polished steps, moving towards his office on the second floor.

In the holding cell, nine of Gotham's most wanted stood, waiting not so patiently for the bus to take them to Arhkam Asylum.

Two Face was flipping his coin boredly and arguing with his other personality about peaches. Clayface, Solomon Grundy, Man Bat, and Poison Ivy were placed in special holding cells, provided to GCPD from Iron Heights in Central City. The cells were designed to block their powers and prevent them from causing any harm to the officers whilst they were waiting.

Mr. Freeze's freeze gun had been confiscated and stored in the evidence locker room. Though, he was still permitted to wear his suit, as that was the key asset to his survival. (And despite the popular opinion of the public GCPD did not condone hostile behavior or homicidal tendencies towards the inmates.)

The Scarecrow's mask and fear gas were also taken into police custody. (He didn't need any of his supplies to continue living, so they were able to everything. He know stood in normal attire. )

The Riddler and Penguin stood side by side, seemingly unfazed by the whole process. Though Gordon guessed they had been through it enough times that they'd be use to it by now. Still, the whole thing made him a little uneasy. Those two were never quiet. Normally, Ed would be asking some ridiculous riddle no one cared enough to answer. Or Oswald would be playing the pathetic errand boy, trying to convince everyone that he was actually innocent. Or he'd try to bribe them, claiming he could get them something in return for his freedom.

The two were quite the irksome pair; it was no surprise that they ended up together. (But it did take Oswald several years of persistently chasing Ed down.)

They had three kids -- Joey, Victoria, and Emily -- the eldest of which was currently residing in Arham Asylum. (Well it was true, the apple never fell far from the tree.)

The Riddler began to speak, loud and clear so that all of the precinct could hear him. "Wrapped in chains, coiled up like a snake," he said. "Bound and not broken,

the word cannot be spoken. For it hope's greatesttoken."

A riddle, Gordon realized. He remembered when Ed was still on the force, when he was nothing but the innocent forensics guy, he loved riddles. No one would usually give him the time of day, thinking it was weird or creepy. (And maybe that's why he had gone to the dark side. They all pushed him into it.) When he'd become a villain, the trait had went with him. Now, whenever he spouted a riddle it usually meant something horrible was about to happen.

Gordon wracked his brain, trying to figure out the riddle, hoping to stop whatever terrible scheme the villains had planned. Unfortunately, the answer came to him too late. Gordon just had time to mutter the word, "Escape." The walls of GCPD exploded, sending several officers flying across the room. A few of them were badly injured and need immediate medical attention. Gordon, however, was safe as he wasn't close to the explosion when it hit.

Through a hole in the wall, Gordon could see a female standing outside next to an Arkham Asylum van. She had long strawberry hair and sharp green eyes. Her expression was cold, dark.

Gordon recognized her immediately. She was hard to miss, especially in her villain outfit -- a purple crop top under a magenta leather jacket, a purple mini skirt over black tights, and purple combat boots. She wore a fancy purple mask over her face, but even so Jim Gordon knew her true identity. Emily Nashton -- Enigma.

The Commissioner sighed, knowing the young woman must've escaped from the asylum. Because of course she had. Honestly, he was starting to wonder why they even bothered sending the crazies off to Arkham in the first place. A vast majority of them found new ways to break free from the place every week, it seemed like.

Enigma moved to the holding cell, stepping over the fallen officers as she went. She bent down once, plucking the keys from one policewoman, before standing and contiuing toward the cell.

"Hi, daddies," she grinned at Penguin and Riddler. "Miss me?" The two men smirked back at their little girl, as she unlocked each of the villains cells. Clayface, Grundy, Ivy, and Two Face immediately fled from the scene. Gordon wanted to go after them. He wanted to help his fellow officers, but he was vastly outnumbered. So, he would just have to wait.

Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow moved towards the evidence room, intent on collecting their belongings. Meanwhile, Penguin, Riddler, and their daughter stood at the center of the precinct, more or less catching up. Gordon thought it was an odd time for family bonding, but he decided it would be best not to judge them. At the very least, it could wait until he was out of harm's way.

He needed back up. He needed the Dark Knight. But there was no way he could make it to the roof and send out the Batsignal without being spotted.

Thinking hard, Gordon glanced out into the open floor. The officers were dying. They needed help, now. He had to move. Quickly, Gordon moved to his desk as quietly as he could, lest he reveal his location to the villains. He opened one of the desk's drawers, searching through its contents. He found his gun and one of Harvey's spare lighters. The man was always leaving his stuff in Gordon's space. Normally, he would have found it infuriating, but that night Jim was relieved.

He could use it to fend off Mr. Freeze. Or at least warm himself, should he be shot by the freeze gun. Gordon had delt with both Penguin and Riddler before. He'd been battling them on and off for years. Gordon knew exactly what made the pair tick. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could easily outsmart them. Or, if it came to it, he could shoot them. Though, he wasn't sure what Emily was capable of. He'd only seen her in action once or twice before she'd been locked up. But if she was anything like her fathers, she was dangerous. Jim would have to watch her carefully. Then, there was the fear gas to consider. He didn't have a cure on hand. So, if he got hit with that he was pretty much screwed.

Gordon sighed, rising to his feet slowly. He crept along, pressing himself against the wall. Penguin and Riddler were still in the center of the precinct. The stair well was on the opposite wall behind them. Gordon clenched his jaw. This was gonna be rough...

Clutching his gun in one hand, the lighter in the other, Gordon moved on. He tip toed across the balcony above the main room, glancing at the villains in the middle of the room every now and again. Every once in a while, he'd crouch down, hoping that the bars of the railing were enough to keep him out of sight.

"How did you get out?" Ed asked Emily. If he had noticed Gordon yet, he didn't let on. The other two seemed just as ignorant to the Commissioner's presence.

The red haired woman shrugged, as though escaping from prison was no big deal. "I followed the escape route you told me about," she said. "Then, I snuck in the back of the bus they were sending after you guys."

Oswald raised an eyebrow. "How did you know they were sending it for us?"

"People talk in prison," Emily said. She turned, and Gordon stiffened. She was facing him now. If she were to look up, he'd be exposed. Luckily, the girl kept her eyes trained on her fathers.

She flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "So, are we ready to go? Or are we waiting on those two losers?"

Oswald looked thoughtful for a moment. He scanned the group of fallen officers before them, seemingly looking for someone. Gordon held his breath, his whole body on edge. His heart was pounding, his muscles tight with tension.

"He's not here," Oswald noted. His voice was calm, but Gordon tell her wasn't very happy. It was never a good thing when the Penguin got angry. He pretended he was this helpless person, playing on your emotions and getting you to believe he was helping you out. He got you to believe you were the one calling all the shots, but in reality he was the one pulling all the strings. You'd have to be one naive son of a bitch if you didn't think you were in trouble, when the man got pissed.

Ed sighed, rolling his eyes. "Of course he's not," he said. "He's always alive."

"Who?" Emily asked.

"James Gordon," Ed told her. "He's almost worse than the Bat."

Gordon cringed. They'd noticed he wasn't among the fallen. Meaning it wouldn't be long before they spotted him. He had to hurry!

Quickly, he got to his feet, making a run for it. He charged down the hall, heading for the stairs. They were still a few feet away, though. Gordon breathed heavily, sprinting as fast as his legs would allow.

Scarecrow and Mr. Freeze came back into the room, each carrying their stuff. Unfortunately, they spotted the Commissioner. Mr. Freeze fired his freeze gun, blasting ice and snow at Gordon. The Commissioner ducked, letting the blast hit the wall behind him. The structure froze in an instant, ice spreading from floor to ceiling.

Freeze fired again. This time the blast hit the floor in from of Gordon. Ice spread throughout the floor, covering every inch of the ground. Gordon slipped, sliding across the floor uncontrollably. He held his arms out, trying to regain some sense of balance, but it was useless. Gordon toppled over, slamming right into the railing of the stair well, smacking his head on the wall as he did so.

The air in his lungs escaped him, as the railing sunk into his gut, making him grunt. His vision went fuzzy after he'd hit his head, but he kept going, when he noticed the villains climbing up the stairs after him. Gordon stumbled up the stairs to the roof, ice and bullets flying after him. (He guessed Scarecrow, Riddler, and Penguin must've picked up a couple of guns from the fallen officers.)

The stair well was narrow, not giving him much room to duck or hide. Fortunately, the villains didn't have much room to fire their weapons either. Every time they tried, they'd end up bumping into each other or accidentally fire at the wall. Gordon took advantage of this and charged up the stairs, the footsteps of the villains pounding behind him.

He burst through the door, stepping out onto the roof a moment later. The large, circular light was a mere foot away, now. All he had to do was turn it on, and Batman would be on his way.

But Gordon's vision was still a little fuzzy. Everything was spinning. The light blurred into two, and he couldn't tell which one was real and which was the illusion.

Gordon winced, his arm stinging. He looked down, noticing a thick, red liquid pouring from his bicep. It took him a moment longer than necessary to realize the substance in question was called blood. It took him even longer to register the fact that he'd just been shot.

When he had, he turned to face the villains, as they stepped through the door and onto the roof.

Mr. Freeze was aiming his freeze gun at the Commissioner's chest. The others carried pistols just like the ones on the belts of the GCPD, proving Gordon's theory correct. Emily didn't have a weapon, but Gordon guessed she was probably just as dangerous without one.

"There's no where to go, Jim," Oswald said.

"No," Gordon replied, despite his groggy state and his bleeding arm. "But who said I was trying to get anywhere?"

Ed glanced at the Batsingal. "He won't get here in time," he said. "Not before we kill you. Not before we're long gone."

Gordon took a deep breath, his stomach feeling queasy. His legs felt wobbly, like jello. "Maybe not," he managed to wheeze out. "But he'll know to look for you."

Scarecrow rolled his eyes. He seemed to be in a hurry. "Can we hurry this shit up?" he snapped. "The others will be waiting."

Mr. Freeze nodded in agreement. "Not to mention, we still have to make pit stops at earths two and thirty-eight to see if Luthor got what he wanted."

Oswald waved their concerns away. "Oh, hush. There will still be time for all that."

While they were having their little spats at each other, Gordon took a few cautious steps back toward the Batsignal.

"I'm just saying, if we're gonna kill him, let's do it," Scarecrow said. "Quit dicking around."

Gordon took three more steps back. The light was getting closer. One sprint away.

Emily glared at the Scarecrow. "Don't talk to my dads that way!" she hissed.

Scarecrow scoffed. "And here I thought we agreed to keep our kids out of this," he grumbled.

"She's not in this," Ed said quickly. "After this, she's out."

Emily started to protest. "But --"

Gordon pushed himself through his groggy state, ignoring his body's groans of protest, persisting through the undying urge to simply give up. He jumped, arms stretched out. In the same instant, Mr. Freeze fired his gun. The icy blast hit Gordon in the shin, as he came down, his hand slamming on the light switch. He let out a pained cry, as the Batsignal turned on.

Gordon fell to the ground, screeching and yelping as the ice traveled up his leg. His limb was completely numb. He couldn't feel anything, not one nerve on his leg. Gordon's arm was still bleeding heavily. He couldn't tell if he'd bleed out or freeze to death first.

The Commissioner breathed heavily, jaw clenched tightly, as he clutched his arm, attempting to slow the bleeding. (His leg was pretty much done for. He'd probably be paralyzed for the rest of his life, now.)

The villains stood over him, the words slurring slightly, as Gordon slipped in and out of consciousness. He got little snippets of their conversation. "...make sure he's dead this time," Oswald was saying.

"...have to get the job done!" Scarecrow responded. "You know what he'll do if we don't come through!"

Oswald scoffed. "Does it look like I'm scared of Lex Luthor?"

"...get out of here!" Mr. Freeze said. "The Darhk Knight is coming!"

Gordon passed out shortly after that. The next time he woke up, he was laying in a softly cushioned bed with a fluffy pillow. The walls were white, and there was a bunch of medical supplies laying around. A burnett woman stood at the end of the bed, examining his leg. The Flash and Batman were behind her, Gordon noted, before promptly passing out once more.

A/N: So, this chapter is a little shorter, because it was taking forever to get out. Sorry. I've been getting ready for collage and dealing with my issues and junk. Also I might be starting a new job so...

I was originally going to do all the villains that were locked up in book one but who has time for that redundant bs? So, this chapter is just a little over 2000 whereas a normal chapter is about 5000. Hope you don't mind, but I think it actually kind of fits. It was kind of fun writing Jim Gordon too. Never done that before. (Also all the Batman Villains are based off the tv show Gotham's, in case you were wondering...)

Next chapter, we'll get back to the Legends and their fight with the dragon. I'll try to hurry with writing it, but I won't make any promises, because I'm working on a bunch of other stuff too, and I won't to focus predominately on my original works so...

If you had trouble imaging Emily and her suit here's a picture! (see on wattpad account)

That's all for now,

Toodles!

~ Elsie

PS. If you're curious about how/why Len is alive in this thing and/or how the JL formed, fear not! A stories coming! Thanks to TheOcGod. I'm using their plot. I'll do an Author's note with a picture of it's cover when it's ready. (It'll be titled The Justice League: Limbo)