WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
As for my enquiry concerning Bruce and Sasha, because of the downpour of responses . all of one!!! . I've decided to totally screw up the time line and have Gordon still as commish and yet have Sasha Bruce's bodyguard. (Actually it really didn't take any convincing, because I wanted to do it anyway, and well I like getting my way.) Sooooooo . yeah, and if you read this story, REVIEW IT!!!! I love getting reviews. And if you have some ideas for improvement send them my way. I'm an equal opportunity writer. I'm happy with praises, but I also take constructive criticisms to heart. Besides, I won't know if you're reading this unless you review.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Arrest Warrants. You would think they would be easier to come by then they actually are. There are so many different hoops a cop has to jump through to get one, especially on someone as rich as James Ewing.
"They said there was no probable cause."
Officer Tommy Burke cringed. That poor table. It was one of the few furniture pieces that had survived the quake, and it had been there almost as long as James Gordon himself. And one of these days it was going to collapse beneath the strength of the Commissioner's fists.
"What the hell?! No probable cause?! The man held a gun to one of my detectives! That's probable cause for me!"
Burke remained standing, knowing he needed to add something. "It's not your fault Commish. It's the politicians."
Commissioner Gordon sighed and slumped down in his chair. "I know. I remember when the politicians were noble. When the DA and the GCPD worked together. When they were good men."
"Like Harvey Dent?"
Both Gordon and Burke looked up to find Detective Stan Kitch leaning against the doorframe of Gordon's office.
"Yes," Jim said slowly. "Like Harvey Dent."
"Well not so much anymore," Kitch added. "I've got some info on that John Doe that the Feds have tried oh so hard to keep our noses out of. It seems they have a suspect."
Gordon sat up straight. This was the best thing that had happened to him all morning. "Who?"
"Our once upon a time noble politician, Harvey Dent."
Gordon sighed. He should have seen that one coming. "Two-Face is still in Arkaham."
"But sir, his influence doesn't stop at those walls."
Gordon knew all too well how true that was. "Well, look into it. See what you can find."
"Yes sir." And Kitch quickly left the office.
Even if this lead was a dead end, Gordon now had some idea of what the Feds were looking for. At least he wouldn't be completely in the dark when he met up with that Agent Thomas. Gordon looked up and realized that Burke was still in his office.
Knowing he had the Commissioner's attention again, he spoke. "What should we do about Jimmy Ewing's arrest warrant?"
He thought for a moment, then smiled. "Put Bullock on it. If anyone can find probable cause, it'll be him."
Gordon looked down at the mountains of papers on his desk, letting Burke know he was excused. This was more than anyone could deal with this early in the morning, especially because Gordon had only had one cup of coffee.
"Good morning Miss Gordon," the Commissioner heard Burke say. He smiled when he heard his daughter's voice answer the greeting. Then Burke continued, trying to keep his voice from carrying. "He's in his office. But be careful, he's in one of his moods."
"Isn't he always?" Gordon's smile grew.
Gordon stood, and he was no longer the Commissioner. His was simply James Gordon, father. "Barbara."
Her red head peered around the frame of the door. "Daddy," she smiled.
Gordon made his way around his desk quickly to meet with his daughter. She rolled herself into his office. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You're late," he said smiling.
"It's 8:02, Dad," she laughed. "I'm not late."
"There are three rules here at Central. If you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late, and if you're late, don't bother showing up at all."
Barbara laughed at her father's antics. "Okay Dad. Are you ready to go?"
He turned back to his desk and grabbed his jacket. Barbara smiled to herself. It could have been a hundred degrees outside, and he would still wear that long trench coat.
"Now I'm ready."
His smile faded only seconds before it happened. Everything seemed to fall into slow motion, swirling around the room.
An Explosion.
The sound was almost deafening. Concrete scraped against linoleum. Glass shattered. Somewhere down on the street something ignited, creating a smaller explosion, sending roaring flames up the side of Central and into the now open windows.
"Oh my God!" Gordon heard his daughter's voice. Then nothing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
As for my enquiry concerning Bruce and Sasha, because of the downpour of responses . all of one!!! . I've decided to totally screw up the time line and have Gordon still as commish and yet have Sasha Bruce's bodyguard. (Actually it really didn't take any convincing, because I wanted to do it anyway, and well I like getting my way.) Sooooooo . yeah, and if you read this story, REVIEW IT!!!! I love getting reviews. And if you have some ideas for improvement send them my way. I'm an equal opportunity writer. I'm happy with praises, but I also take constructive criticisms to heart. Besides, I won't know if you're reading this unless you review.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Arrest Warrants. You would think they would be easier to come by then they actually are. There are so many different hoops a cop has to jump through to get one, especially on someone as rich as James Ewing.
"They said there was no probable cause."
Officer Tommy Burke cringed. That poor table. It was one of the few furniture pieces that had survived the quake, and it had been there almost as long as James Gordon himself. And one of these days it was going to collapse beneath the strength of the Commissioner's fists.
"What the hell?! No probable cause?! The man held a gun to one of my detectives! That's probable cause for me!"
Burke remained standing, knowing he needed to add something. "It's not your fault Commish. It's the politicians."
Commissioner Gordon sighed and slumped down in his chair. "I know. I remember when the politicians were noble. When the DA and the GCPD worked together. When they were good men."
"Like Harvey Dent?"
Both Gordon and Burke looked up to find Detective Stan Kitch leaning against the doorframe of Gordon's office.
"Yes," Jim said slowly. "Like Harvey Dent."
"Well not so much anymore," Kitch added. "I've got some info on that John Doe that the Feds have tried oh so hard to keep our noses out of. It seems they have a suspect."
Gordon sat up straight. This was the best thing that had happened to him all morning. "Who?"
"Our once upon a time noble politician, Harvey Dent."
Gordon sighed. He should have seen that one coming. "Two-Face is still in Arkaham."
"But sir, his influence doesn't stop at those walls."
Gordon knew all too well how true that was. "Well, look into it. See what you can find."
"Yes sir." And Kitch quickly left the office.
Even if this lead was a dead end, Gordon now had some idea of what the Feds were looking for. At least he wouldn't be completely in the dark when he met up with that Agent Thomas. Gordon looked up and realized that Burke was still in his office.
Knowing he had the Commissioner's attention again, he spoke. "What should we do about Jimmy Ewing's arrest warrant?"
He thought for a moment, then smiled. "Put Bullock on it. If anyone can find probable cause, it'll be him."
Gordon looked down at the mountains of papers on his desk, letting Burke know he was excused. This was more than anyone could deal with this early in the morning, especially because Gordon had only had one cup of coffee.
"Good morning Miss Gordon," the Commissioner heard Burke say. He smiled when he heard his daughter's voice answer the greeting. Then Burke continued, trying to keep his voice from carrying. "He's in his office. But be careful, he's in one of his moods."
"Isn't he always?" Gordon's smile grew.
Gordon stood, and he was no longer the Commissioner. His was simply James Gordon, father. "Barbara."
Her red head peered around the frame of the door. "Daddy," she smiled.
Gordon made his way around his desk quickly to meet with his daughter. She rolled herself into his office. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You're late," he said smiling.
"It's 8:02, Dad," she laughed. "I'm not late."
"There are three rules here at Central. If you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late, and if you're late, don't bother showing up at all."
Barbara laughed at her father's antics. "Okay Dad. Are you ready to go?"
He turned back to his desk and grabbed his jacket. Barbara smiled to herself. It could have been a hundred degrees outside, and he would still wear that long trench coat.
"Now I'm ready."
His smile faded only seconds before it happened. Everything seemed to fall into slow motion, swirling around the room.
An Explosion.
The sound was almost deafening. Concrete scraped against linoleum. Glass shattered. Somewhere down on the street something ignited, creating a smaller explosion, sending roaring flames up the side of Central and into the now open windows.
"Oh my God!" Gordon heard his daughter's voice. Then nothing.