Gotham, it's been recovering. Things look to be on our side, but I won't get my hopes up. I've heard rumors about him and after what happened with the Falcones, I know he's real. A man, in his forties, drove his car down the street, lost in his thoughts. They said he had dead, lifeless eyes and giant bat-wings. The man sipped his coffee and than stopped for the red signal. I don't believe in fairytales, I doubt he's anything more than a man, a man who has taken the law in his own hands. I think he will mostly stay quiet for now, as the big threats have been eliminated; but who knows, maybe he'll leave more people with missing teeth. As the light turned green, he drove forward. He was getting tired but home was just around the corner. He was excited to see his son and daughter again but he couldn't take his mind off of him for more than a few minutes. Who is he? He is nothing more than a criminal. A criminal who has taken the law in his own hands and must be stopped. My daughter thinks he is a hero, if only she knew that there are no heroes. He parked his car, and quickly made his way inside his house. He checked inside the rooms to see that both of his kids were asleep. He made his way to the couch, took out a cigarette and turned on the T.V. He lit up the cigarette and leaned back. He looked towards the news and saw what he expected,
'After the crime lord, Carmine Falcone was brought to justice, the GCPD announces new commissioner after the resignation of it's former police commissioner, Gillian B. Loeb; the hero who brought the Falcone crime family to justice, Jim Gordon.'
Right, for once I thought they'd use my full name. Hell, they called Loeb with his full name. Gordon thought, frustrated by the reporters.
'And in other news, the bat-creature was spotted yet again after he stopped a mugger named Christian Palmer. Over to you Vicki.'
Well, maybe he won't quiet down. Gordon chuckled to himself, wondering what this man is after.
'Thank you, Jack. Palmer was found dangling from Gotham penthouse. Palmer is still in shock and refuses to comment. But we are proud to announce that we have managed to catch Batman on camera for the very first time.'
A picture came up, it showed the mugger hanging upside down and wailing while the person holding him was… well, all black. Gordon sighed. Wow, that's really something to be proud of. Yeah, you didn't spot his face, his body or anything that could be useful to us. All you showed us is something that looks like an umbrella.
'The police tried to look for any leads but they were unable to find anything useful. Back to you Jack.'
Well, what would you expect if the best shot we can get at him is like that. Gordon was now getting exhausted by all this.
'Gotham mites are referring to this creature as 'the Batman'. Although, we are not so sure how this 'Batman' would refer to himself but-'
"Yeah, what's there to expect. Criminals in Gotham mostly go by pseudonyms given to them by other people." Gordon said to himself, as he turned off the T.V.
He got up and headed off to sleep. He entered his room and laid down on his bed. It all seemed normal but something felt off, he felt like he was being watched. He thought he was being paranoid, as he had been ever since the death of his wife. He sat up and than felt something on the back of his neck.
"Don't be shocked. I won't hurt you." Came a voice from behind him, it was cold and intimidating.
"W-what do you w-want?" Gordon asked, trying to act calm but he couldn't help but sound intimidated.
"Same as you. Keeping Gotham safe."
"How should I-I believe th-that?"
"You are still breathing. That's a pretty good indicator in my opinion."
"So you were g-gonna kill me if I was on F-falcone's side?"
"No, like I said, I want the same as you. So, just on that I couldn't kill you even if I wanted to."
"Why are y-you here?"
"You are a good cop, one of the better ones. I'd hate to make an enemy of you."
"Is that a threat." Gordon, no longer intimidated, asked boldly.
"No, a warning. Telling you what's to come."
"And what exactly are you gonna do?! You couldn't lay a finger on me even if you wanted to!"
"I am right here. Inside your very house! Don't provoke me Gordon. Here's my advice to you: Don't stand in my way and I would recommend telling your peers that too. Do this or else."
"OR ELSE WHAT?!"
The creature lowered himself, close to him and whispered into his ear, "Or else you will end up like Christian Palmer. And believe me commissioner, you don't want that."
Suddenly, a knock came from the door, a young girl's voice asked, "Daddy, are you okay in there?"
Gordon felt that the creature's grip on his neck weakened since he got distracted by the knock, and in a flash jumped up and landed a quick blow to the creature's face and raced to his gun on the side-table. He picked it up and aimed it at the creature but when he turned around, he saw no one was there.
The door creaked open, revealing his 12 year-old daughter.
"Daddy, was someone here? I heard you scream something."
"No, sweetheart. Everything's fine. You go back to sleep."
"Goodnight dad."
"Goodnight Babs."
At least, goodnight to her. I doubt I'll ever sleep again.