Thursday, August 6, 2009 – 1:02am – Arkham Isle; Gotham City, New Jersey
Gordon stepped out of his car just barely after it came to a stop in front of the barricade. Glancing around, he looked for Stephens or Bullock among the dozens of uniforms running around, trying his best to ignore the rest of the chaos. But for a brief moment, it looked exactly like it had a year before—all SWAT teams and tactical units at the ready on these very bridges. There was only one thing missing.
Blinking the memory clear, he continued his search for his detectives.
"Hey, Gordo!" Bullock's deep voice boomed to Gordon's left. "Wonderin' when you'd show up."
"I was actually trying to get some sleep for once, Harvey," James answered tiredly once he approached his detective. "What do we have?"
"What do we have?" the larger man scoffed. "We've got one hell of a bad situation. We can't get men on the island yet—everytime we try, something new explodes. All the bridges are down and plenty of the loonies took that opportunity—"
"What are you doing about it, Harvey?" the Commissioner interrupted impatiently.
Bullock cast his boss a level glance, but thought better of saying anything extra. "Outside of the island, I've got a couple of SWAT teams doing some sweeps for either inmates or the nut who keeps settin' off bombs. That's about all I can do right now, Commish."
Gordon sighed. "Alright. Have we heard any word from anyone on the island? Any of the guards? Doctors?"
"Nada," the detective replied, glancing back to the island. "If anyone sensible is still alive in there, they're hopefully holed up nice n' good." Harvey glanced back to Gordon, "You know, I'm surprised that Bat you've been babbling about hasn't shown up yet. If he ain't the one settin' off the bombs, ain't this his MO?"
Now it was Gordon's turn to cast a level glance at Bullock. "Keep me posted. I need to find Stephens."
"He's on the other side of the island," Harvey helpfully offered, slightly put off from Gordon's reaction.
Returning back to his car while dodging the other uniforms that scampered about, Gordon thought about Harvey's statement. Obviously Batman had nothing to do with this, but would he come back for this? He had to. He had to understand that there was no way the GCPD could handle this, especially within the constraints of the law. This was all too similar to that terrorist incident, and if it wasn't for the Batman, Gotham would no doubt be in ruin.
Once he reached his car, out of instinct he glanced up towards the cloudy—and now smoky—sky.