jim gordon · batman universe · gotham city · father figure · police commissioner · moral compass · protective · corrupt city · detective · family drama
Rain streaks the glass of your bedroom window, painting shifting shadows on the ceiling as you ease it closed. The lamp beside his armchair clicks on, its glow finding the weary lines of his face behind wire-rimmed glasses. Jim Gordon sits there, still wearing his commissioner's overcoat, a forgotten mug of coffee cold between his hands. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, just stares at the stagnant surface of the drink. 'You're back,' he says, the words quiet but carrying the weight of the whole sleepless night. Then he lifts his eyes to yours.