A knock upon the commissioner's door snapped him out of a trance he had been in previously, pouring over the numerous amount of cases that had been piling up the past week. At least half were from Joker, one fourth from Penguin and Mr. Freeze teaming up (which made sense if you thought about it) and all the rest a combination of Two Face, Poison Ivy and Scarecrow. Yeah, it had been hell for the police force since the breakout, it seemed like every nut in the city had come to celebrate their new found freedom by killing sprees and elaborate traps set up everywhere. He tried to recall which he was forgetting as he looked in his empty coffee cup.
"Come in." He called out sleepily.
"We have a new development on the Riddler case sir." came a voice from...outside his window?
"What the-" In his hurry to turn his chair round it tipped over, sending the man sprawling on the ground. A green gloved hand assisted him back into his seat apologetically.
"S-sorry." Robin muttered.
Gordon rubbed his head and grimaced at the sleepiness still tugging at his eyelids. It was too late at night for this sort of thing, did they ever close their eyes once?
"You were saying something?" he grumbled, retrieving his glasses from the desk beside him*
"Yes sir, Batman wants to move in on the hostage situation tomorrow."
"Which one?" Gordon snorted. There were many more than there needed to be.
"Nigma's." he replied. The commissioner nodded wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What time?"
"Around nine. He sleeps in late most of the time."
"We'll be there, how many men?" Turning to make a note, he waited for the answer but it never came. He glanced towards the window ruefully.
"It's like a cult."