Commissioner Gordan stands near the opening of the room. High vaulted ceilings, elegant rugs, and tasteful furniture adorn the door, but Gordan cares more about the crime that has been committed against a helpless child. The ambulance has long since been taken away the child to the ambulance and Gordan allowed the man-servant to go with the child, since the boy's guardian had yet to arrive.
"Commissioner?"
Turning his head, the older man sees a police officer in uniform rushing over to see him.
"What did you find?"
"Commissioner, we think we found where the perp came into the house," states the young officer.
"What I want to know is how the attacker got past Wayne's security system," demands Gordan of the young man. "Have you found out that?"
"There was a panel for the system near the window where the guy came in. It looks like he just….I don't know, maybe turned off the system?" says the officer with a shrug, as he makes a statement sound more like a question.
"Turn off my system?" demands a deep voice.
Turning, Gordan watches Bruce Wayne enter the room and survey everyone in the room. Having lived in Gotham all his adult life, Gordan was familiar with the Wayne family and had met the rich man standing before him numerous times in the past, including when the man before him was not much younger than the child that he had just seen being driven to the hospital. But seeing him now, Gordan had a feeling that, no matter what society and the papers said about the young millionaire, Wayne was not a man to be fucked with.
"Mr. Wayne," says Gordan with a nod. "We've already sent your ward by ambulance to the hospital. Your butler went with the child."
Nodding his head, Wayne glances at the younger officer, who draws away from the rich man.
"You said someone shut off my system?" demands Wayne. "How?"
"We're not sure, sir," replies the younger man, glancing toward the Commissioner.
"Mr. Wayne," starts Gordan, trying to gain the attention of the younger man, "Bruce, we'll find the son of a bitch who did this. But I think it might be best for you if you went to check on your ward."
"Jim," replies Bruce, turning his gaze away from the junior officer, who took that moment to leave, "why did this happen?"
"I don't know, Bruce," replies the older man, with a shaking head, "but I'll get him. Whoever he is and whyever he did this, we'll get him."
Nodding his head, Bruce took one more look around the room and the working police, before leaving the room to head to the hospital where his hurting ward was.
