"Commissioner!" a light hearted voice called, a smile gracing the owner's face. They came to a stop in front of Jim Gordon, slightly panting, laughing, and handed the papers in their hand to him. Gordon couldn't help but laugh himself at the state the man had left himself in, hair ruffled and tie swung over his shoulder.

"Bruce," Jim greeted warmly. "What took you so long?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe!" Bruce Wayne exclaimed. "So, I was just going up to my office, right? And-"

"And he got lost. In his own building," another voice chirped, and Bruce's shoulders shook good naturedly as he reached over and ruffled the hair of his shorter companion.

"Well, that's one way to cut my story off short," Bruce said with a pout.

Jim smiled, rolling his eyes, and looked down to greet the other member of the duo. "It's good to see you again, Dick. You haven't been around lately."

"He's too busy stuck in his room playing video games," Bruce groaned. "I can't do anything fun with this kid. And then when he does actually do something, I can't join. Pranking high members of Gothamite society? Come on, I want to do that, too! But noo, I just have to stand there and take all the blame."

"I'm living it up while I can," Dick piped in, and Jim chuckled, ruffling Dick's hair as well.

"Well, as far as I can tell he's rather well mannered," Jim replied.

"That's just it!" Bruce said, raising his arms exasperatedly. "As far as you can tell! The brat just gets away with everything."

"You're welcome," Dick purred, winking at the commissioner.

Jim smiled and nodded. "At least he seems to keep things interesting." He finally glanced down at the papers in his hands, flipping the pages slowly as his eyes scanned over the small text. "Another charity gala?"

"You know Bruce, can't keep money in his pockets," Dick said, earning a playful shove on the shoulder.

"It's not like I need all of it as much as these events. I was wondering if I could up the security a bit? Able to spare anymore officers?" Bruce asked anxiously.

Gordon's eyebrow rose. "Are you expecting company?" From Bruce's side, Dick waved at someone Gordon couldn't see. With his friend looking at him so imploringly, though, Gordon found that he couldn't break eye contact enough to have his sights wander to Dick. He hummed thoughtfully, thinking about the chances that he could offer more security for the event. "The GCPD isn't in charge of personal security, you know that, Bruce," Gordon warned.

"Completely. But you already know I'm not yanking people off your team. I was just wondering if you could tell some of your guys to keep an eye on the street? We're moving it to a building in the city this time and I'm kinda nervous," Bruce elaborated.

"Gordon!"

"Oh dear God," Gordon muttered under his breath. Bruce shot him a bewildered expression as Detective Bullocks thundered over. The man straightened to a stop in front of Bruce, shooting him the nastiest expression he seemed to be able to muster. Bruce blinked at him blankly.

"What," Bullocks hissed, "is he doing here?"

"You know perfectly well that Mr. Wayne is welcome in the building of the police department, Detective," Gordon stated calmly.

"Yeah? What's he doin', reportin' someone? He's never reported someone before, despite being such a popular target. I don'know, maybe it's because he jumps outta his window every night to go take care of them himself," Bullocks spat.

"Jim? What's he implying?" Bruce spoke up, bemused.

"And why else does, every time somethin' goes wrong at one of his pretty little parties, Batman shows up not long after and Bruce just happens to dis'pear?" Bullocks continued.

"Detective," Gordon barked warningly.

"Are you trying to say that I'm a vigilante?" Bruce asked, aghast. "How in the world did you come up with that idea?"

Peculiarly enough, Bullocks turned his attention to the small figure of Dick Grayson instead of immediately answering. He glared daggers at the boy, but the boy seemed unphased. Instead, Dick turned to his guardian. "Bruce?" he asked sweetly.

"Hmm?" Bruce hummed, glancing at his ward.

"Are you Batman?"

Bruce snorted. "If I was Batman, my lady friends would get a pretty interesting surprise at night, if you know what I mean," he winked at Gordon. "So no, definitely not."

"Aw man," Dick whined. "I wish you were Batman, that would be so cool. Though Alfred would probably throw a tantrum if you brought home a lot of explosive gadgets."

Bullocks was still glaring at Dick.

Bruce laughed.

"Yeah? If you're not Batman, then how come y'never ask for personal protection? You've only got a few guards and nobody else, not enough at all for any high status event!" Bullocks accused.

Gordon finally turned to Bullocks, his posture stiff and imposing. "Then explain to me, Detective, why Bruce Wayne was just asking for extra protection from our police force, even though we aren't for hire?"

Bullocks gaped. There was an awkward silence, until Bruce suddenly laughed and shrugged.

"Well, this was entertaining. I can't say spandex is much my style, though. Sorry to disappoint," he gave Bullocks an apologetic smile. "Anyway, Jim, you think you could call me back later? I promised Dick we'd go out for ice cream and I've got to be at a meeting in a bit."

"Of course," Gordon agreed with a friendly nod.

"Bye!" Bruce called with a wave. Dick stood there for a moment longer.

"It was nice seeing you again, Commissioner," Dick said kindly. "And it's cool to meet you, too, Detective!" Gordon turned to shoot Bullock a hard glare, preventing him from saying anything, but while he was distracted, Dick promptly stuck out his tongue at Bullock and ran to catch up with Bruce.

"I-I-but-" Bullock stammered incredulously.

"Do you realise that you just accused our cities biggest funder of being a night-time vigilante?" Gordon said unhappily.

"You just-" Bullock continued with wide eyes. "You just let him get away! Batman, he walked out the doors! Right here, he was right here!"

Gordon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers as he turned to walk down the hall, where he could put the files Bruce had given him on his desk. He didn't even bother with telling Bullock that he was leaving.

"Right here! What the hell, Gordon, we had him right in our hands!" Bullocks ranted and swore and cursed loudly. "How-" he turned to regard the commissioner, only for it to suddenly register that the man was no longer standing beside him. He swivelled on his heel in order to race down the hall. "Gordon!" he called, garnering odd looks from his coworkers. "I swear to God, Gordon! Gordon!"

The commissioner casually locked his office door behind him.

A/N: And thus, the official end of this fic. This was way too much fun, oh god.

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-J. Whelmed