Quarter to 8 in the morning, Gotham City Police Department.

"Good morning Sergeant Montoya." Commissioner Gordon said, greeting the first person he saw.

"Yes, Good Morning Commissioner." The female GCPD Sergeant stands up straight, responding to her superior's call. Noticing three pink stacked boxes of doughnuts being carried by the aging commissioner. "Attention!" She barks at everyone in the room.

Every one now standing straight as the Commissioner walks in, acknowledging his presence.

"Carry on everyone." He ordered, breaking her previous command as everyone starts returning to whatever tasks they were preoccupied with before he entered the office.

"Do you need help with that sir?" She offered, trying to help him.

"No I'm all right. I can carry all these. Tell your squad to grab some." Commissioner Gordon said, setting the boxes on nearby office desk.

"Seems like you're in a very good mood today Commissioner." greeted Chief Miles O'hara of GCPD. Even though Commissioner Gordon outranks Chief O'hara, they remained close friends, usually dropping formality when they talk to each other. Both men had a fair share of brush with death together that goes way beyond Batman's time. "It seems like you've met Mrs. Gordon number 2. When do we get to meet her?" He teased the Commissioner.

Deputies now flocking around the boxes as they try to pick the ones they like.

"Nah, I just feel like treating my deputies today, to boost their morale." he replied to the Chief. "By the way, you can't have any." he said.

"And why the hell not?!" Chief O'hara asked.

"You got to pass the physicals first." the Commissioner joked, talking about the GCPD Physical Fitness Exam. Although it is not mandatory to pass it, it is highly encouraged to remain fit in the department.

"Sure Jim. I bet I can out run you." Chief O'hara retorted, helping himself with the Bavarian cream-filled Doughnut. "So, really, what's up with all these?"

"Like I said, I just feel like increasing our department's morale. I'm just thankful for everyone's hard work, that's all." The Commissioner added.

"Whatever you say. You may be able to fool the devil but you ain't fooling me. Something has changed." the Chief insisted, sucking his fingers to remove the chocolate coating from the doughnut.

"Hey sergeant," the Commissioner stopping Sergeant Montoya as she passes by.

"Yes Commissioner?" she responded.

"Who's your best deputy? Like the one that gets everything done when you ask them to?" he inquired.

"That would be Corporal Johnson, sir." Sergeant Montoya replying to his question.

"Does he have a family?" he wondered.

"Yes sir. A wife and a son." she informed him.

"Well, tell him to take today off and spend more time with his family. Family is more important than work." finally ordering her to relieve the young Corporal.

"Yes sir. I'll let him know." she stands up straight, saluting him as their conversation ended. "Hey Johnson…." she yelled.

"Something really is different about you today. Whatever it is, I'm happy for you Jim." the Chief said, patting the Commissioner on his right shoulder.

"Heh, thanks Miles." He replied, smiling as he thinks about Batgirl.

Gotham City Library

Barbara Gordon clocks in for her shift. Wearing her ugly blue sleeveless turtleneck that she got from her mother for her 19th birthday. I'm so glad I kept this. She thought when she puts it on. The garment hid most of the marks the Commissioner left on her body… except for that one high up the left side of her neck that even the long awkward collar of her shirt failed to conceal properly as it reveals a quarter of the "rash".

"Hey Babs!" said Stephanie Brown, the blonde girl who's been friends with Barbara since grade school.

"Steph!" she replied, hugging her best friend, "What are you up to these days?"

"I'm currently doing a project for one of my classes, do you mind helping me out?" she asked, her eyes leering at Barbara's awkward shirt.

"Sure, how can I help?" Barbara answered, fixing her glasses as it slides off of her eyes slightly.

"I'm looking for books relating to disease called Burning Sickness." Steph inquired, her eyes catching a glimpse of Barbara's "rash".

"Sure, that would be on the 'Medical' aisle. Come with me." Barbara explained, both girls heading towards the Medical section.

"Are you and that Grayson guy dating again?" Stephanie started.

"No. Why did you ask?" Barbara replied, feeling anxious, hoping that Stephanie has not caught on to something.

"Nothing. That means Grayson is single right?" Steph said, acting as if she didn't see the mark on her neck. "That means you wouldn't get jealous if I start dating him, right?"

"No. He's all yours. Hahaha." Barbara pretending to laugh.

Stopping in front of a large bookshelf. Barbara picks up a small ladder, setting it in front of the shelf before ascending to pick up the book her friend requested. Barbara reaches above causing her shirt to ride up exposing her tummy, revealing more love marks Jim left on her body.

"Oh my gosh…" Stephanie whispered.

"What?!" Barbara snapping at her friend.

"Seriously you gotta come with me." her friend insisted, grabbing her by the wrist, noticing red mark around her wrist. Stephanie's eyes widen, dragging her off of the ladder almost falling off.

"But your book—"

"To hell with the book. You're coming with me." Stephanie asserted, towing her behind.

Her friend drags her inside a single-person bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"What the fuck?!" Stephanie screamed.

"What?!" she snapped back, furious about her friend's sudden outburst.

"What the hell is this?!" Steph yelled, pulling down on her collar, revealing at least 3 of the hickeys. "And this?!" Stephanie pulling up Barbara's shirt exposing her abdomen that has about 7 more. "and these" now holding up her hands to show her cuff marks.

"You know what they are." Barbara finally admitted. "That's all I can tell you." looking down, embarrassed to her friend.

"No! That's not acceptable. I want deets. Now!" Stephanie howled, clenching her fists, waving them in front of Barbara. "I don't care about your hickeys, I want to hear about the rough night, who was it?!" her fingers now clasped together, begging for details.

Barbara sighed, "He works for the GCPD, that's all I can say."

"Wuuut? He works for your dad?! That's cool! Does your dad know?" Stephanie prying some more information.

"No." Barbara replied, trying to avoid exposing more information.

"Well, whoever it is I'm happy for you. Just, always be careful Babs!" Stephanie punches her on the upper arm, unlocks the bathroom door, leaving her alone inside the bathroom.

Barbara fixes herself, applying more cosmetic foundation on her "rash", covering it as much as she can until she's satisfied. "Time to go back to work." she whispered to herself.