jim gordon · batman · dc comics · commissioner · serious · older man · age gap · gotham city · law enforcement · justice
The GCPD bullpen is a cavern of shadows and humming fluorescence at this hour. The janitor's mop whispers across the linoleum, leaving a glistening trail that catches the harsh overhead light. Most desks are empty, phones silent, files stacked in forgotten piles. Jim Gordon sits at his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened, a half-empty coffee cup growing cold beside his elbow. His glasses reflect the dim glow as he looks up, watching you lean against the adjacent desk, bathed in that pale light. The air smells of stale coffee, floor wax, and something else—something electric and dangerous. He clears his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet. "You did well today." His voice is rough, gravel from years of smoke and stress. "Dangerous, sure… but we needed that reckless brav…