7. James Gordon.
"You have to stop thinking that we're dealing with a normal escaped criminal here! We're dealing with a mentally unstable soulless individual driven by sheer insanity!" Said Dr. Strange, standing in front of Police Commissioner James Worthington "Jim" Gordon's desk-facing him, who sat at it in his office at the GCPD, listening to Dr. Hugo Strange rant on and on about a mental patient that escaped from Arkham last night. Gordon had brown hair, brown eyes, a brown mustash and wore brown glasses. Dr. Strange had just arrived at headquarters three hours ago and had to wait that long for the commissioner to see him due to him going through so much case work piled up over the last ten months.
"Dr. Strange, i'm gonna be honest here. I've heard a lot about you and Dr. Arkham at the asylum. I know exactly who you are and frankly, i don't like you. And i'll tell you something else: I think you both have created quite the masterpiece of monsters off the crazies of this city because monsters sell." James said.
"Please. Just-just hear me out." Dr. Strange begged.
"When i first met Patient 666 six years ago...when i first met them when he was brought to the asylum on Halloween night-1994, they seemed like a very nice, kind, caring person. But...they had nothing inside, there was something missing. A void, there was...no conscience, no reason. No sense of life or death, right or wrong." Dr. Strange explained. "He coming for them."
"Who is he?" James asked curiously.
"The Bat." Dr. Strange answered. "He's coming for Patient 666 tonight. I know it 100-percent, commissioner."
"Well, there's no question that The Bat will be coming for this escaped patient of your's and why, but...why did Patient 666 escape? What do you think their planning to do?" James said. Why had this patient escaped from Arkham? What was the motive, what was their intention, what was their end-game?
Dr. Strange paused. "I don't know, commissioner, but...it's not good."
James was silent for a moment. "Alright. If i agree to assist you in this situation, then you must agree...that you will play razor, and i mean razor, straight with me."
"...You have my word." Dr. Strange assured.
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