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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 9:10:34 GMT
Being a cop is a hard job. One tends to see people at their worst. Whether it's the suspect doing some unsavory things, or the victim's family dealing with the aftermath, a cop has to deal with all of that, bury the strain that comes with the job and keep moving on. And that's how it is in a normal city. And well, everyone knows that Gotham City is not exactly normal. It takes a special type of person to be a cop in a city like GCPD, and it takes an even more special type to try and lead them in the right direction.
Jim Gordon is no regular cop. After years of dealing with some of Gotham's worst dregs, he has done what has had to in order to do his damnedest to keep the streets of Gotham as safe as he possibly can. And at times, he has. Things were safe for a time after the Scarecrow and Joker incidents. Heck, even for a time after Bane's Occupation, crime decreased dramatically after the escape criminals were wrangled up. But in the time since, the remaining criminals have been rebuilding and becoming more bold. Seeing that they no longer have The Bat to fear as made them take chances they would not so brazenly do beforehand. It's begun to taken its toll on Jim. Putting out fires all over the place with no end in sight is beyond frustrating. But he won't give up, Gotham was his city and he has seen it through some pretty bad times, he can help push it through this one.
"Who's the vic"
Jim Gordon is standing there, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs, his trenchcoat flapping in the slight breeze. Jim took a moment to look around as he watched a few of his men set up a perimeter around the dead body that was found down the alley.
Crime Alley. He thought. Of course it had to be, this place has already seen so much...
He is pulled back into the here and now by the voice of one of his detectives he's known for quite a long time, Harvey Bullock. A hard nosed individual if there ever was one.
"Some low level thug from the The Sionis Family as far as we can tell. Two to the chest."
Gordon flicks out some of the ash from his cigarette and lets out a bit of a sigh as he motions with his head towards the scene.
"Not much blood over there as far as I can tell from here."
Harvey nods.
"Yeah, meaning he was dumped there."
"Anybody see anything? Or willing to say they did, I should say?
Harvey shakes his head.
"Nah, 'course not."
Jim is quiet for a moment as he thinks things over, letting it roll around over in his head.
"So, that means he was left there, not even dumped into a dumpster but left out in the open to leave a message. The question is a message to whom. To us? That they can do this without consequence? Or is this the handiwork of some rival Family? Hey Harv.."
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Dig up what you can on this vic? I want to know if this is one of the other Families doing or if it was Sionis cleaning house.
"You got it, Boss"
A small smile creeps on his face as Bullock starts to move off and do what work he needed to.
"Hey Bullock"
"Yeah?"
"How's working for Maggie? She as tough as they say she is?"
This lets out a bit of a belly laugh from Bullock. It seemed to amuse him a little bit.
"She's 'lright. Got no beef with her. She keeps us in line just fine, ya know?
"Yeah, I gotcha."
Suddenly Jim's trenchcoat starts to vibrate and a tune starts to play. He reaches into the coat's inner pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Before he answers, he turns back to Bullock.
"You got this, Harv?"
"Yeah, I got it. Don't worry so much, we'll get to the bottom of it..."
Jim shakes his head as he's not so sure of that fact as Harvey seemed to be. He flipped open the phone and put it up to his ear.
"Hello?
The sound of the voice on the other line made him smile a bit more than usual.
"Barb? Yeah, I can hear you just fine. Just finishing up some police work. Am I free?
He takes a moment to look over at the taped off crime scene, shakes his head in disgust, takes one last drag of his cigarette, tosses it to the ground and puts it out with one of his shoes.
"Yeah, hon, I'm good. What do you say we go out to the diner you like so much? My treat? Good, I'll meet you there in twenty.
Jim pushes his glasses up on his nose a bit better, hits a button on his phone and shoves it back in his coat pocket. One last look at the dead body. Gordon clenched his fist hard, then let out a deep breath and walks off in the dark, alone, heading towards his car he had parked far enough away to not give too much exposure to the scene.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Jul 2, 2015 18:30:40 GMT
Barbara stepped out of Gotham Academy's large, ornate entrance hall and made her way through the crowds of other students, all attempting to leave the school at get home as soon as possible. Barbara dodged a large puddle and walked through the car park. It wasn't raining like it had been several hours before but the sky was still a dark grey with pregnant clouds ready to burst. At the bike shed, Barbara unlocked the chain holding her old bicycle. It had been a gift from her father that had lasted almost seven years. Barbara had outgrown it and the once bright purple colour had faded to a dingy shade with a few patches of rust. Yet Barbara kept it. Her father had given her the bike during the years she had lived with her mother in Cleveland. During those years, Barbara had missed her father. Her stomach had ached everytime she had seen a photo of her gentle Dad with his funny moustache. Although Barbara had feared returning to Gotham, she'd always held some resentment towards her mother for taking her away from Jim. Barbara set off down the sloping road that would take her towards the centre of Gotham. With the wind blowing through her hair as she let the steep road send her forwards, Barbara took in a deep breath and smiled. Tonight was the night. She could feel it. Excitement seemed to come bubbling up through her skin. It was like there was electricity in the air waiting to be harnessed...waiting to strike. Tonight would be the night she would put her plan into action. This was an idea that had slowly been worming its way through her mind since she was five years old and ever since the Batman died, it had felt even more necessary. Barbara was so proud of her father for fighting the crime in Gotham but it wasn't enough. Gotham just couldn't go off Batman cold turkey. It was a City that needed it's capes. If Batman was dead then who else was going to step up? It had been years since his death yet no other vigilantes had sprung up in his place. Barbara was determined to make that change. Barbara turned a corner and started cycling along busier streets. The noises and smells of the familiar City rose up to meet her. Barbara had only been living in Gotham with her father for just over a year yet couldn't imagine returning to Cleveland. She had no life there. True, she hadn't really made any friends at Gotham Academy. It was a strange reaction that the surname 'Gordon' would gather. She had her Dad in mind as she passed the GCPD. Barbara stopped the bike and leaned it against a bench. She did feel guilty about her plans for the evening. She couldn't even imagine how her father would react. To appease her guilt, Barbara drew out her phone and pressed speed dial 1. After a couple of rings, the phone was answered. "Hello?""Hey Dad, it's me. Just finished."There was a crackling sound on the line and a loud truck drove past the bench Barbara was now sat on. Covering her free ear, Barbara spoke louder. "Sorry, it's really loud here. I was gonna ask if you were free to hang out? Hello...can you hear me?""Barb? Yeah, I can hear you just fine. Just finishing up some police work. Am I free?"There was a pause. Barbara didn't want to drag him away from anything 'important' but having some hours of good father daughter time would make her feel better about how she intended on spending the midnight hours. "Yeah, hon, I'm good. What do you say we go out to the diner you like so much? My treat?""Wow...only if you're sure? Yea, that'd be great.""Good, I'll meet you there in twenty."With that, her Dad hung up. Barbara couldn't help but smile. Always the efficient officer. Barbara picked up her bike and walked alongside it towards Nelson's diner. Nelson Sprague had once lived on the same street as the Gordon family 11 years ago. His daughter, Abbie, had been Barbara's best friend before Barbara had left for Cleveland and Abbie had then moved to Paris to live with her own mother. Barbara saw lots of her father in Nelson and always felt comfortable in Nelson's prescence. Plus, his pumpkin pancakes were the best in the entire country. It was an old fashioned diner that was trying far too hard to look like it was in the 60's. The only things to sit on were red leather bar stools that ran along the counter and surrounded small, round, tall metal tables. Nelson had demanded his waitress was to wear roller skates but after she'd twisted her ankle for the third time, he relented. Barbara could hear her stomach growling as she stepped across the two empty car spaces outside the diner. After chaining her bike to the lamp post outside, Barbara stepped into the diner. She knew her father would be a while yet so she had time to plan the evening. The diner was surprisingly full with several parents and their children. Barbara found two stools in the corner and climbed onto one. She smiled to herself as she twisted the other bar stool as high as it could go. This was a routine she went through every single time with her father in Nelson's diner. He would always grumble that the stools were too high and his moustache would twitch. Waving to Nelson as he carried empty trays into the kitchen, Barbara began to draw up a battle plan for the evening. Her outfit was stashed in a box at the bottom of her wardrobe. She was planning on leaving the house close to midnight by climbing out of her bedroom window and down the drainpipe. It was a little cliche but she knew it would work. From then, she would just have to find trouble. |
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