Sorry, I would have posted this Sunday, but, as some of you know, the stupid thing wouldn't let me long on until today. Brief inconvience and Few minutes my butt!!! Anyway, here it is.

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Hannah—I apologize for the shortness, and now that I think about it, I should've added the beginning scene to the last chapter, but I didn't think of that until after I had posted it. Hopefully, this one will be extra long because I'm putting four different scenes in here. Glad that you liked it anyways.

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Well, I don't have anything to say here, so let the story begin.

After about another half an hour of looking through witness statements that were actually viable and other various things I was working on with before Dad even came back from the DA's office. I was still watching the security footage when Dad burst through the door of my office and started pacing. He didn't say anything, but he just walked back in forth in my small but comfy office, running his hand through his hair.

I paused the chaotic movie playing on my computer screen and looked up at him with patient, but inquiring eyes. I knew that he would tell me eventually, otherwise he wouldn't be here, but still I let him pace to his heart's content.

As I had predicted, he eventually stopped pacing and sunk into the chair across from me. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "I think I might kill him, Al."

I laughed, knowing whom he was talking about. "What did Dent do this time, Dad?"

He pulled off his glasses and rubbed them on his tie to clean them, but he didn't answer.

"Dad," I coaxed.

He finally gave in. "He wanted to meet him, and…"

"Him who?" I asked.

He looked at me like I was an idiot.

Oh! Batman! Duh! "Oh! Go on."

He laughed. "He criticized MCU beyond all belief." He paused only for a second. "It's not my fault that I have to have crooked cops as my men, but I will stand up for them none the less." He jabbed his finger at the air in my direction.

I raised my eyebrow. "And here I thought I was the only one with outbursts," I joked.

"Oh don't worry," he added, "he added you in too. You couldn't have been forgotten, oh no! He had to bring up his name, Two Face, and bring in that you started it, and blah, blah, blah." He sighed and finally calmed down.

I laughed for a little bit at my own father's outburst.

He stared at me blankly. "What's so funny?'

"Really?"

He nodded.

"You are always the calm, cool, and collected one in our unit," I pointed out. "It's not like you to have an outburst."

Dad shrugged at my correct point. He sighed. "Still, I swear that Harvey Dent is a no good SOB for this city, and I certainly don't need him breathing down my neck!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "True."

He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair again. "You finding anything on the Joker?"

It was my turn to sigh as I shook my head. "Every lead I get runs to a dead end."

He nodded slowly.

A few days past, and, surprisingly, we had gotten the warrants for raiding the banks. Today was the day to go. Dad was at one bank, Stevens was at another, Ramirez at another, me at a fourth, and Wilson at the last one. Harry had dispersed his men among us so that we could have better enforcement. So here we all sat, at different banks, with our bulletproof vests on for the signal to go. I fiddled with the warrant that I held in my hands. It felt lightweight, but heavy at the same time. I got a text from Dad; Time to move in. I nodded to Harry and got out of the car.

His men burst through the doors ahead of me. I walked in, holding the warrant in my hand. The bank manager met me in a rage. I shoved the warrant into his face. He read over it and told me to go out back. I told Harry as I drew my gun and headed to the back. There was semi loaded with bags of money. It was too late. I cursed and headed into the vault with my gun still drawn. There were empty bags on the floor and rows of our marked bills. "Damn it!" I yelled. I put my gun back and called Dad.

"Too late?" he predicted.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Let's head back to MCU," he said and hung up.

I nodded my head and headed back.

Night slowly consumed Gotham into a velvety haze, but the lights from the ongoing world refused to let it completely settle. The cars continued to dart back and forth in a busy frenzy. A few small stars pinpricked holes of light in the black sky, but the only way someone would notice them was if they were looking up directly at the sky, which is what I was doing this night. I had my feet propped up on the desk, but I had long ago taken off my shoes. I was one of those people who only wore shoes because they were needed. I folded my arms behind my head and closed my eyes. I glanced over at Dad in the office across the hall. He was chatting on the phone to some unknown person, probably Barbara. It was going to be another long night for us. I was slightly surprised that Dad hadn't turned on the bat-signal, as we had begun to call it. Generally, it was by now.

I looked back out the window to where the circle with a bat-shaped void normally was. I gasped and let my feet fall to the floor. I got out of my chair and made it across the hallway in about two seconds. I threw Dad's door open, leaving a trail of wind behind. "Follow me!" I yelled and headed to the stairs. I heard Dad following me as I rounded onto the last flight. I pulled out my gun and I heard Dad follow my lead.

The door burst open to show me that Dent and Batman was up there. I stuffed my gun in its holster and walked over to the floodlight, which Dad had all ready turned off.

"Lau's halfway to Hong Kong," he informed. "If you'd asked, I could have taken his passport. I told you to keep me in the loop," he blamed. Oh! So it was our fault now.

"Oh yeah? All that was left in the vaults were marked bills," Dad explained.

"They knew we were coming!" I vented. "As soon as you office got involved, there's a leak."

"My office?!" he exclaimed. "You're sitting down here with scum like Wuertz and Ramirez…" He glared at me, noticing how pissed off I really was. "Oh yeah, Gordon, I almost had your rookie cold on a racketeering beef."

"Oh, don't try to cloud the fact that clearly Maroni's got people in your office, Dent." I about punched him in the face, but Dad held me back. I rolled my eyes and stormed downstairs, vowing never to let Dent get involved in this office's business again. I drove home to maybe relax. I knew that I wasn't going to get anywhere on the Joker case tonight anyway.

When I finally got home, I crashed into bed, not expecting to actually fall asleep, but the next thing I knew, the sun was shining into my bedroom. I lifted my head up and rubbed my eyes. I didn't even manage to get changed before falling asleep. It's amazing what the body does when it's exhausted. I didn't have any nightmares; I just blacked out for…I looked over at the clock for confirmation: 9:45. Crap! I grabbed my phone to call Dad and apologize. I all ready had like ten missed calls from him. I listened to the one voice mail he left.

"Alex, where are you? It's…" there was a pause as Dad clearly looked at his watch for the time "…9:30. Call me when you get this." The line clicked off.

I deleted it and called him. It rang and rang. "C'mon. Pick up."

"Gordon."

Finally. "Hey, Dad."

"Where are you?" he demanded.

I really felt like saying "I'm not twelve anymore," but I kept to the sensible answer. "I just got up."

"You were asleep?" he asked incredulously.

I shrugged, even though he couldn't see me. "Well, I was exhausted," I pointed out. "Besides, you've been the one bugging me that I needed to get a life outside of the office." I waited for Dad's criticisms and headed to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

"If you're not in by noon," he threatened, "….I don't know what I'll do, but you won't like it."

I laughed. "You're bluffing."

"No, I'm not," he reproached. "Be down here at noon." The line went dead.

I rolled my eyes and went to the apartment door to get my copy of today's newspaper. I picked it up with my coffee in my other hand. I looked at the headlines: nothing really interesting, except for the one in the arts section. Apparently Bruce Wayne had taken the entire Moscow ballet on a cruise. I shook my head. Typical. Still, I read through the article. I didn't have anything to do, I reasoned with myself. I plopped down on the couch and flipped to the article. I read through it and then looked at my watch. It was only 10:30. I finished off my coffee and set the mug on top of the newspaper. I got up and went to take a shower.

Finally, noon came and I headed into the office. I was wearing a white shirt with a royal blue sweater vest and khaki pants. I had my wavy brown hair up in a ponytail, which was pretty customary. I still had my leather, riding jacket on when I walked into my office, but of course my dad was waiting for me. He was sitting in my chair with his glasses perched up high on his nose.

"Did you have a relaxing morning?" he asked with a little bit of an annoyed tone to his voice.

"Dad, I'm sorry," I defended.

He laughed. "Don't worry about it, Al. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." He patted my shoulder and walked out of my office.

I rolled my eyes. "Why haven't I been fired yet?" I murmured.

A few days went by with no sign from Batman, the Joker, or Lau, whom we assumed was in Hong Kong. There was no progress in any case; not my case, Dad's case, or Wuertz's. Sure, there were a few other cases, but they were open and shut cases. I was pretty sure that Batman was in Hong Kong picking up Lau for us. I was pretty much positive that Bruce Wayne was Batman, but I wasn't going to tell anyone!

I had gotten to work before the sun even thought to poke it's head over the horizon to make a few phone calls on a different case that I was working on. I wasn't getting anywhere with the Joker case, so I got assigned another one. I looked out of my door at around 6:45 to see opening the door to his office.

"Mornin' Dad," I called out across the hall.

He looked over and waved. "Mornin', Al." It was the same thing every morning, even if our roles were reversed.

Another hour went by with nothing worth mentioning before Ramirez ran to Dad's door and knocked on it. "Lieutenant!" She looked over at me as Dad's door opened. "Sergeant! Please guys, you're gonna wanna see this."

I shrugged and followed her outside. Dad and I took the lead as we walked down the stairs into the alley. It was definitely a site to behold: leaning up against the concrete wall, there was Lau with a paper sign duct-taped to the front of him. The sign read Please deliver to Sergeant and Lieutenant Gordon. Wilson, and few officers were gathered around laughing. Dad put his hands on his hips and shook his head. I was smirking up a storm, glad that the media wasn't here, but enjoying myself none the less.

Dad jerked his head towards the building and the officers got Lau inside. This was going to be a good day.

Okay, it's about my normal length. It is a little short though. If any of you are the praying type, can please pray for Ken Harper's family? He's been dealing with cancer for a while and he died last night, 2/21/09. He's a close friend of mine. Thanks. =) Review please.