Disclaimers: I do not own Batman/Bruce Wayne, Alfred, Lucius, or the Gordon family and I never will.
A/N: I'm back from Disneyland! It was so much fun. Now, I'm back to my writing duties. I hope you enjoy this chapter and no, the villain is not the Joker. Anyway, hope you enjoy and reviews are appreciated and they keep me going.
Oh, the Olympics are on! Yeah. Go USA! Michael Phelps!
Summary: Gordon and Batman rely on each other, but when a threat is against Gordon's family Gordon must rely on Bruce Wayne. What will happen? Will Gordon notice the mysterious disappearances? Post Dark Knight
Loyal Friends – Needs and Comings
Batman thought nothing of the soft singing he heard.
The neighbors on the northern side of the Gordon home had their television on and were watching some musical although he couldn't name the movie.
Christmas had been lonely for him. Life had been lonely for him ever since Rachel passed away in the warehouse thanks to the Joker.
He missed her so much.
He dreamt of her often; of her smile, her laugh, and her eyes.
He never thought he would live life without her. It occurred to him that he might lose her to someone else, but the thought would always leave because he was confident in how he felt about her and how she felt about him.
But it could never come. She was gone. The promise of a life with her had turned to ash just like she did that fateful night.
He could always rely on Alfred and Lucius. But he didn't confide in them. He knew he could always do that, but he found that he couldn't.
His grief was holding him back. He felt so alone. He just wanted to let himself sink into his duty to Gotham.
Gotham needed him even though it hated him. He would protect the city even though he was hunted.
It was because he could handle it.
An interesting turn came to him. He found himself taking comfort from the Gordon family.
He found that he gathered a lot in the Gordon family: comfort, laughter, gentleness, reliability, and so much more.
Jim although acting as the commissioner who started the whole manhunt for him still stayed out alone looking out into the night for him.
He appreciated that more than anything.
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"I knew a girl…a girl called par...ty…Party Girl…"
Death dealing is an art. No one is natural genius. It is learned, tested, and excelled in.
He was no longer a jack in the trade. He was a master.
"The bat…and me…in-clud-ing…the family…are going…to have…a fun…PARTY!"
His night got better and better when he found out that the Batman was friends. It just made his life so much better – more likely to be fulfilled.
He pulled the body in front of the monument of the founder of Gotham as he continued singing about the fun he, the Bat, and the family was going have.
It was the beginning.
He knew that.
This was the first move among many.
His fun has officially begun.
He turned away from the naked mutilated body that was in front of the monument and hummed his little song.
"The bat…and me…in-clud-ing…the family…are going…to have…a…GORY…and…fun…PARTY!"
TBC
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