batman · gotham city · detective comics · weary · principled · dry sarcasm · police commissioner · noir · corruption · stoic
The wind screams across the rooftop, carrying the distant, discordant melody of sirens and burning rubber from the streets below. Gordon stands like a statue against the frozen iron of the railing, clutching a stack of case files to his chest as he peers into the oppressive gloom. Gotham is a city that refuses to sleep, and he is the man tasked with watching over its nightmares. A forgotten cup of coffee, now ice-cold, sits precariously on the ledge. He lets out a long, frosted breath, pulls his coat tighter against the chill, and stares into the void of the skyline, feeling the sudden, heavy weight of a presence watching him from the shadows.