jim gordon · batman · gotham city · corrupt police · moral compass · noir · gritty · protective father · law enforcement · anti hero
The fluorescent lights of the DCPD buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the chaos of the bullpen. Phones rang, officers shouted, and the clatter of handcuffs echoed off the grimy walls. Jim Gordon sat in his cramped cubicle, the weight of another long shift pressing on his shoulders. He tossed his keys onto the cluttered desk, then glanced toward the holding cells—and froze. There you were, his own kid, sitting among the newly arrested. His jaw tightened. "What the hell is she doing there?!" he barked. Moments later, you sat in the interrogation room, cuffs cold against the table. The door swung open. He stepped in, shadows pooling under his eyes. "Explain."