The dark night hid the Batman like a cloak. He was invisible to the world. It was what Gordon felt was a force for good with the Batman. To the scum of the city he was a physical image of terror and fear. He was the one who could tear down an empire with force and strength. To the rest of Gotham, he was a symbol. He was an idea and their protector. Patrolling the city in their name. To him and those who served to protect Gotham, the Batman was untouchable. Before tonight anyway…

Gordon looked to Batman's eyes. The only things that shone out against the night.

'Do you know where he is?' Gordon asked jumping on to a chain of thought that he didn't have faith in. The Joker wouldn't have waited around. He'd be miles away by now, eluding the grasp of the GCPD for the time being. Gordon felt like he could catch smoke easier. The Joker was Gotham's drug.

'I can find him.' The Batman growled. 'Let me see the victim.'

'How d'you kno…?'

'There's not much time.'

'He's been taken to the cells. He can't talk at the moment.'

'He'll talk to me.'

The Batman's sincerity caught Gordon. Gordon was a responsible man who'd been made Commissioner in the early hours of the morning. He was hardy and knew when there was a chance to succeed. Any chance would have been nice about now. But the Batman was a risk and the very fact that there were orders to arrest the Batman on sight made things a little tricky.

'The word is out and there's already a price on your head. Every crack pot in Gotham will already be searching for you. You can't be seen.' Gordon protested. He understood the Batman's intentions, but was finding the Joker worth losing the Batman? Gordon considered for a few seconds, patrolling the top of the MCU and looking out on to Gotham.

The sky scrapers and the lights showed a lie. The city harboured dangerous men and one of them was the lynch pin in the very fabric of Gotham. Behind the bright lights hid the Joker and his kind. If Gordon couldn't catch him, then there would be no Gotham. He could tell Batman was watching him. The eyes pierced through skin. It was unnerving. Gordon couldn't tell anymore whether an ally that you feared was as good as an enemy that you liaised with as the mob had been for the past few decades. Was it right to give into your fears and use them for good?

'Alright. I think I can get you a session with the victim. It'd have to be quick or the others will notice something is wrong.' He must have been crazy. But he had to do it to find the Joker. He had one chance.

'I won't need long. He'll talk.'

'I only hope you're right.'