A/N- Yeah, I know it's short, but it is what it is.

9 Hours Earlier,

The wind was chilled atop the Gotham police station roof. A swift breeze from the north had brought delivered it's numbing embrace, and with only the promise of a sunny tomorrow, it lingered. But still it was on this rooftop that Commissioner Gordon stood.

The man was holding what seemed to be a cup of coffee near his chest. He slowly moved the mug towards his nose, whereupon the steam fogged his glasses. Inhaling the smell deeply (ruffling his mustache) he paused, and held the mug directly out to his side. His arm extended, he then said abruptly, "It's decafe."

The Batman stepped from the shadows behind him and muttered, "With a night like you've been having, I'm surprised it does the trick."

Gordon turned towards him and shrugged, "Well, it's my wife's new diet plan, so what can you do?" He looked up at the Batman, "Of course you haven't helped much."

The Batman silently mumbled, "Sorry to disappoint."

"Not surprisingly, I had just lied down in bed when I got the call, 'Doenun, yea Harvey's boy. He's strung up on a Lamppost in Southern Narrows'. I don't suppose you could've waited till morning?"

"It couldn't wait." Batman interrupted. "They were moving a new shipment."

"Yea," Gordon responded, "We found the trucks. Filled with heroine, and goons with broken ribcages." The commissioner paused in thought for a moment, and looked down frowning.

"Something troubling you, Jim?" Batman asked.

"Let me ask you something, did you have any trouble taking down Doenun from any other gangs?"

"No." the Batman replied.

"Hmmm…" Gordon looked up. "It all seems a bit too-"

"Quiet." the Batman interrupted. "Well a shipment like that, you'd think you'd have some sort of opposition."

"You suspecting another gang?" the Batman inquired.

"Well," Gordon turned and looked off the rooftop in the direction of the narrows as if to map out the location in his head. "Cobblepot, owns the area to the north around the cannals." Gordon thought aloud. "A shipment like that, lots of money, rival powerhouse, and access to the canals; it just seems like it's too quiet."

"I've already considered that," The Batman assured.

"So you don't think something's up?" Gordon asked.

"I don't think it's Cobblepot."

Gordon turned around, "If not him then who?" The Batman remained silent, but Gordon understood. "The Clown?" Gordon exclaimed. "I don't see how."

"Me neither," replied the Batman, "least not yet. But I'm going to find out."

"Good luck with that," Gordon turned back around looking off the roof. "Nine months out of Arkham and we haven't seen hide or hair of him. If he is involved-"

"Then I'll stop him." assured Batman.

"Really," Gordon turned and asked, "And just how are you going to that?" The vacant roof gave no reply.