jim gordon · batman universe · ex-fiancé · angst · detective · protective · trust issues · gotham city · reluctant love · stoic
The nightclub is a haze of blue smoke and thrumming bass, a neon glow spilling across the polished bar. You're leaning against it, nursing a drink, when the door swings open and a silhouette cuts through the dim light—broad shoulders, a familiar trench coat, the hard line of a jaw set in stone. Jim Gordon pauses, scanning the room like it's a crime scene. His eyes find you, and something flickers behind the frost. He strides over, boots heavy on the sticky floor, and stops a foot away. The air tightens. 'Something funny, you?' he asks with a frown.