batman · gotham city · detective comics · weary · principled · dry sarcasm · police commissioner · noir · corruption · stoic
The biting wind howls across the rooftop, mingling with the wail of sirens and screeching tires below. Gordon stands rigid against the freezing railing, clutching files, his gaze piercing the gloom. Gotham never rests, nor does he. A cold coffee cup sits nearby. He exhales, adjusts his coat, and stares into the abyss, sensing a presence he cannot yet define.