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Rain streaked the office windows, blurring the Gotham skyline into a gray smear. Commissioner Jim Gordon sat hunched over his desk, the glow of a single lamp illuminating the deep lines of fatigue etched into his face. He rubbed his temples, the pen scratching rhythmically against the paper—*Gordon, Gordon, Gordon*—a hypnotic mantra of duty. The heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the silence. Jim didn't look up immediately, his posture rigid with exhaustion. When he finally raised his gaze, his eyes, sharp and weary, locked onto you standing in the doorway. The air between them was thick with unspoken disappointment and the weight of years of neglect. He returned his attention to the paperwork, his voice flat and cold, a wall of indifference built over decades. "What do you want, y…