And here is chapter three right on the heels of two. I hope everyone enjoys this.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Am I really supposed to keep saying this?

This chapter didn't change much but I did try to add a little more character to Jim and more description to Ussop. Shrug I had fun.

Commissioner Gordon

As commissioner of police in Gotham, Jim Gordon was used to strangeness. Hell, it came with the job. Nothing in Gotham is normal, including the weird kid currently in interrogation. Jim rubbed his head to try and hold back the headache he could feel coming on then reached for the coffee pot, again. It was going to be a long night.

In the other room, the kid was being questioned by one of Jim's best detectives. "What is your connection to Poison Ivy?" Detective Bullock shouted at the kid. They just kept getting younger, Gordon thought as he sipped his coffee. This kind couldn't be over 18, maybe 19.

"I don't know who that is," the boy whimpered, cowering away from the big police man, before getting his nerve back. He stood and flexed. His muscles were impressive, but not spectacular. Gordon guessed that he only recently got into shape and was still impressed with himself. "You better let me go or my eight thousand loyal followers will hunt you to the ends of the Earth. I am the Great Captain Ussop," he bluffed. The kid got more animated as he spoke, practically shouting at the end. He started rambling on about his great adventures, including island eating goldfish, giants, sky islands, gods, and fishmen. He had been going on like this since they brought him in a couple hours ago and he had yet to repeat a story.

Gordon studied the kid. His curly black hair stood out from under his floppy hat. He still had his big headphones and goggles, though his bag and weapon were in impound. He wore no shirt, which was odd but it was summer so the night was warm, maybe he didn't need one. "Must be a new fashion," Jim muttered to himself, unconvinced. He would have noticed if overalls like that became popular, with the fur trim and the yellow. Why were his pants yellow? It clashed with the red straps. Jim winced as he thought that. It must be Barbra's influence. The strangest thing though was the kid's long nose. It just looked odd, which is saying something in an office used to dealing with Gotham's special brand of disfigured rogues.

Gordon leaned against the one way mirror. Nothing about the kid made sense. He was picked up when he was found running from a street gang he had insulted somehow. The gangsters weren't talking but they seemed pretty angry about something. The police were called for a disturbance; an anonymous caller had seen the beginning of the fight and worried for the poor kid. The responding officers were planning to let him go as just another victim after he gave a statement. According to the report, he then stopped running and pulled out a large black slingshot, of all things. The pellets he shot sprouted into dangerous plants and when one plant attacked the police cruiser, the officers opened fire on the plants. A lucky ricochet knocked the weapon out of the kid's hands and allowed the officers to apprehend the suddenly cowardly young man. In his bag, they found more seed pods, he called them "pop greens", which had the whole department on edge, expecting another Poison Ivy attack. The last one put several men in the hospital.

Inside the interrogation room, Bullock was losing patience; though to be fair that wasn't very difficult. "Shut up, kid," he shouted, slamming his hands on the table and making Ussop jump. "I don't care about your bedtime stories. I want to know where you got those 'green pop' things. Did Ivy give them to you? What is she planning?" He got up in the boy's face, actually pushing against that long nose. "Answer me, kid, and no more lies!" He was getting red in the face. Time for Gordon to step in.

"Bullock, go get yourself a donut before you have a heart attack," Gordon said as he opened the door. The kid looked relieved, though he tried to hide it.

"But, Commish," Bullock complained. "I got this. I'll make the punk talk." He jabbed a finger at the kid, who flinched.

Gordon put a heavy hand on his detective's shoulder. "Let me have a go, Detective. We're getting nowhere with this approach and if I wasn't so worried about Isling, I'd send him to Arkham. Let them deal with him." He sighed and looked at the kid, Ussop. He looked so young, but so old at the same time, like he'd seen too much. He'd seen kids like that before, too many times. "If I can't get anything I'll call the Bat. He'll know what to do." It showed how tired he was that he'd admit that.

Bullock wasn't happy but he followed orders. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll do some leg work looking for Killer Croc. We got reports he'd been seen at the docks lately."

"Save it for tomorrow. Get your paperwork done instead," Gordon said as the bigger man slipped outside. Then he turned his attention backed to the kid.

"Let's start this over," he said gently as he sat in the extra chair, putting his head at the same level as Ussop's. "I'm Commissioner Jim Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department. Now I'm going to ask you some questions. If you don't want to answer that's fine, but don't lie to me. I don't appreciate that. Are you ready?"

The kid got his confidence back. He leaned forward and nodded.

"What is your name?"

The kid considered him for a minute before apparently coming to a decision. "I'll tell you the truth, but I have been from the beginning… well, mostly. I admit, I'm not a captain. I am Sniper Ussop of the Strawhat Pirates."

Gordon let that sink in before he answered. "Pirates, you say?"

"Yeah, like my dad. I'm also known as Sniperking, the greatest sniper on the Grand Line. Maybe you heard of me?" he asked hopefully.

"If you don't want to tell me the truth," Gordon sighed, feeling that headache coming on.

"But I am," Ussop whined. "I've even got a theme song. Do you want to hear it?"

"Okay, moving on. These pop greens? What are they and where did you get them?"

"I grow them on our ship, but they originally come from Boin Archipelago in the Calm Belt. Hercacles taught me to use and grow them," Ussop said proudly.

"Boin Archipelago? Calm Belt?" Gordon ran his fingers through his hair making it stand on end. "Who is Heracles? Is he related to Pamela Isling, also known as Poison Ivy?"

"Poison Ivy? I've never heard of her. Hercules is my teacher, even if he dresses like a stag beetle. He helped me get stronger after my crew was separated. We all did, for Luffy's sake. I couldn't have done it without Hercules."

Gordon felt like he was losing control again but he had to ask. "Luffy?"

"Our captain, Strawhat Luffy," Ussop leaned forward earnestly. "He's going to be the Pirate King."

In this room Gordon had interrogated everyone from Joker to Calenderman but none of them left him as confused as this man. The kid wasn't bad, not even on the same level as the gang bangers he picked a fight with. He wasn't innocent either, especially if he was proud to be called a pirate. Gordon wasn't sure what to do here, or what was going on. There was something about Ussop that made Gordon think he'd be calling Batman after all.

"Say, could you let me go? I need to find my friends," Ussop said carefully.

"The other pirates?" Gordon asked. He still couldn't take this kid seriously, but the thought of more crazy youths worried him.

"Yes, see we were on our way to the next island, when we got caught in this storm. It blew us into the air and we all got blown off and separated," he said seriously but then he winked. "You know my crew'll be lost without me, completely beside themselves." He grinned like an idiot.

Gordon leaned back in his chair to process the information. Nothing the kid said made sense, but at least it didn't feel like he was lying, up until that last sentence (that was just bluster). Crazy, Jim thought, and probably should be in Arkham, or at least get his head scanned, but maybe not yet. There were too many unanswered questions.

"Why don't you give me a list of your friends and I'll see what I can do." Maybe one of them would be real and could explain what was wrong with the kid's perception of the world. "In the meantime, sit tight."

"Thanks, mister," the boy beamed, looking so young. "I could even sketch 'em for you. I'm a great artist."

Gordon nodded and slipped out. Outside, Montoya was waiting for him. She looked worried, well, more worried than usual. Something must have happened, which would mean more overtime.

"Get the kid a sketch pad and pencils. We'll see if he knows any real people," he told her.

"Yes, sir," she said, but didn't leave.

Gordon narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it, detective?"

"Um, sir, reports are coming in that the Joker just took over the concert hall with a living skeleton," she said nervously.

"What?" Gordon shouted before taking a moment to regain his composure. Of course that clown would choose tonight to cause a problem. "Oh, never mind. Get a file together and bring it to me on the roof. Mobilize S.W.A.T. but don't move until I say so."

"Yes, Sir."

As Gordon started for the elevator for the familiar ride to the roof, he sighed. Yep, it was going to be a very long night.