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Jim Gordon knew he should have never been amazed by the things that Bruce Wayne was able to accomplish; be it convincing someone to do something for him or buying off another person with an unreasonable amount of money. In this case, it was the later. Bruce took Richard Grayson to the Social Services himself that morning and convinced the social worker to let Bruce have guardianship over the teen. Now, from what Bruce said, there was some heated arguing over the situation, but when it was said that the boy had no family at all, Bruce pulled his own story on the woman. Gordon imagined that the woman took to Bruce's “sob story” just as quickly as anyone did, even felt bad for him and probably considered that the way Bruce turned out was due to it.
“So, you just told her how your parents died and she just handed Richard over to you?” Gordon asked Bruce. Gordon was sitting at his office desk, having come back early from vacation – despite the pleas of his kids and Babs – to help with the investigation of the Mister and Misses Grayson. Bruce sat on the edge of the desk tinkering with the pens in the holder sitting there.
“Well, it was a helpful factor in her decision. But I also had to convince her that I was trying to reform myself, that my days of boozing and sexing up young women was coming to a dead end,” Bruce replied with a smart smirk on his face. Gordon shook his head, only Bruce.
“And she believed that?” Gordon was a little skeptical; most women would believe it instantly, but Gordon knew Paige Williams and she was not an easy woman to crack.
“Well...” Bruce started, his eyes gazing at him a with some unease, biting at the inside of his lower lip. “I may have had to set up a date with her. But she asked me. I had no intentions of even going that far!”
Except, Gordon wasn't surprised by this in the least, and what did he expect? There was a pang of jealousy hitting deep in his chest, but with the sincere apology written on Bruce's face, he knew it was really the last thing Bruce even wanted to do. Gordon let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair, hands on the arms of it.
“I'm not attached to anyone in the media right now. Turning her down would seem really suspicious. And in turning her down she would assume that I had lied about not dating pretty young things anymore.” Bruce made a face at this, and Gordon already knew why; Paige Williams was far from the super model, or even your “girl next door” for that matter. In fact, sometimes Gordon had a hard time remembering she was even a woman at all. Paige had some pretty hard, masculine lines about her, pretty fit with some muscle bulk – Gordon was sure she could break him in half without even trying.
“Well, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do, Bruce,” Gordon said unsympathetically, nodding his head in a slight approval. Bruce glared at him.
“You're going to allow me to go out with her? You aren't going to throw a raging jealous fit and tell me I'm not allowed to?” Bruce whined. Gordon could see in the billionaire's eyes that he was being quite serious.
Gordon liked to see Bruce squirm for once, looking all uncomfortable and sitting there fidgeting. Gordon tried to imagine Bruce sitting to have dinner with Paige, trying to keep a conversation while trying desperately trying to get out of it. Gordon had to admit, Bruce being unsure and possibly even scared turned him on a bit. Maybe this could work to his situation.
“You should go. You wouldn't want to think that you lied about reforming yourself.” Gordon tried to hide the grin that was forming on his lips, watching Bruce's face drop in surprise. “I trust you. I'm sure one date is not going to kill you.” But the look in Bruce's eyes suggested otherwise. “How much money did you write a check for?”
Bruce looked startled at the sudden change in conversation. “Five-hundred thousand. It was a little much, but I figured over giving couldn't hurt. How did you –”
Gordon cut him off. “You never bargain as Bruce Wayne without money at your side. It's your own personal sidekick. So, this date has nothing to do with Richard?”
“No. She already signed off the paperwork for me and then asked. I just said yes to be nice. Jim, really, if you don't want me to go, I won't,” Bruce was begging now, eyes pleading silently with Gordon to just say the word and Bruce wouldn't go. That would be letting him off the hook easy.
“Nonsense. You should go. You owe it to her for even believing you.” Gordon smiled sincerely, his lips widening as he saw the lack of enthusiasm on Bruce's face, a darkness start to cover the younger man's eyes; this too was quite alluring to Gordon.
Bruce sighed as he slid off the desk. “If something happens, Commissioner, you have no one but yourself to blame.” Gordon wasn't sure if it was a threat or not, or if Bruce would purposefully try something so that Gordon felt terrible for it later. Bruce started to leave without saying another word to Gordon, but the older man caught him by the hand and pulled him gently to him, still careful about Bruce's stitches.
Bruce allowed himself to be tugged over to Gordon's chair, looking at the older man, unimpressed. Gordon stood from his chair, pushing Bruce against the door as he did, their bodies fitting tightly together. He leaned in and kissed Bruce's roughly on the lips, letting his tongue initiate the first move into the other man's mouth. Bruce was hastily returning the kiss, arms around Gordon tightly, a muffled groan escaping his mouth. Gordon pulled back first, gazing at Bruce over the rim of his glasses.
“I trust you, Bruce. I know you'll come back to me tonight. I know I'll be the one you confide in later. And I know that you will come back at the end of the date and tell me how horrible it was and just how much you appreciate me.”
Bruce parted his lips in a small smile, his eyes gentle again. “Is that how that will go?”
“Unless you had something else in mind?” Gordon asked letting his lips touch Bruce's with each word. Gordon heard Bruce's breath hitch in his throat and a small hissing noise from his mouth.
“I guess you'll find out won't you?” Bruce said as he slipped out from under Gordon, quickly open the door, leaving. Gordon rolled his eyes at the suddenness of Bruce's departure, but he figured if they had continued on, it would lead to something they vowed not to do in commissioner's office anymore; almost getting caught once was enough.
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Bruce had not expected Jim to be okay with him going to out on a date with another woman, not after the fiasco with Selina Kyle. But Paige Williams was quite different from Selina and maybe Jim didn't really feel he had a lot to worry about. Which was also true – there was nothing to worry about. Bruce had his heart set in one spot and that was with Jim Gordon. But it all still didn't make Bruce feel any better about going on this date with a woman he barely knew and couldn't even begin to fathom what she saw in him, unless it was just to see if he was lying to her or not.
He'd have to keep his guard up tonight.
Bruce walked into fourth guest room upstairs of Wayne Manor, the door had been slightly opened. Richard was running through a gymnastics routine across the room, having moved all the furniture to one side. Bruce wasn't angry about it, Alfred would be later when he couldn't move everything back again by himself.
Richard stopped mid somersault when he noticed Bruce, staring up at the billionaire with his dark blue eyes, but said nothing. Bruce stood just in the doorway, hand in his hands, nodding his head at the furniture, and Richard looked around a bit ashamed.
“I'll put it back,” he said quickly.
“Don't worry about it right now. We just won't tell Alfred,” Bruce teased, seeing if the teen was at all ready for any sort of humor, it had been less than a day still since event, so Bruce wasn't expecting much. Richard let a tight smile show through, but Bruce could tell it was forced. “Commissioner Gordon says that Lt. Stephens and Detective Montoya are going to be coming by a little later to talk to you. I wanted to warn you, so that you weren't caught off guard when they arrived.”
Richard only nodded. Bruce could practically feel the pain radiate off the young man, how he was trying to hard to hide it all inside – to not care or even think about it. This was much different than with Babs', whose parents didn't die in front of her and from what she told Bruce, she never liked her father anyway. Richard Grayson loved both his parents and had rarely been separated from them for more than a couple hours for school work.
“Richard, if you want to talk, I'm here,” Bruce said quietly as he turned to leave out the door. He didn't want to push the boy into talking when he was obviously not ready for it.
“Dick,” the teen said softly. Bruce turned around a bit confused.
“Excuse me?” Bruce asked as he raised one eye brow at the teen.
Richard let a very small smile form on his lips. “I like to be called Dick.”
Bruce nodded and let one of his big, genuine smiles show through. “Alright, Dick.” Bruce went to leave again and the teen spoke up this time, a little louder.
“Mister Wayne? Why are you wanting to help me?”
Bruce walked into the room and took a seat on the floor next to Dick, this wouldn't be like when he talked to Babs the first time, this was a boy. “Bruce. You can call me Bruce. And I know what it's like, to lose your parents, to see them die right in front of you. I thought if you needed anyone during this time, it would be someone who actually understands and not someone who claims to understand.”
Dick tipped his head to the side thoughtfully, but didn't make eye contact, considering the words. Bruce didn't expect any words from the young man, and none were given, just a simple nod of the head. Bruce patted Dick on the shoulder, and stood.
“If you need anything, feel free to ask Alfred or myself. I'll be be in my office taking a call for about an hour, but other than that I'm here until this evening,” Bruce said as he rounded the door, looking back for a moment. “Alfred's making lunch, if you're hungry.”
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Gordon sat on the window sill of Gerry's office at Major Crimes Unit building. It was what had once been Gordon's office, but he had finally given into the Major taken an officer down at City Hall, because having the meeting were easier that way, and any time Gordon wanted to be MCU, he could just use Gerry's office anyway. Gerry sat at his desk piling the paperwork into a folder for Gordon and setting it down on the side of the desk.
“It's all there. Pictures taken of the murder scene last night, the reports written up by Montoya and myself, and pictures of the investigation of the trapeze. We even talked to a few stage hands, but none of them said they saw anything unusual. However, about three days ago a new crew member was hired on and they had been teaching her the safety standards and she had been helping out with that last night,” Gerry explained., pushing back into his chair with heavy sigh.
“What did she have to say?” Gordon asked as he slid off the window sill, making his way over to the desk. He picked up the folder and began to thumb through it.
“Well, we couldn't find her. No one could find her.” Gerry looked a little ashamed, like he had let down Gordon in the worst way. But, honestly if the woman goes missing, how could Gordon blame them for not finding her?
“What about a name?”
Gerry shrugged. “Assumed fake. Glinda Franks. No records of anyone by that name. The show manager wasn't too crazy on checking social security numbers or backgrounds.”
Gordon looked at him pointedly. “Description?”
“The manager and a few of the staff gave us some good details on her, we had the sketch artist draw something up. Pretty plain, but should prove useful if we ever come across her. Blond, blue eyed, slender. Nothing about her to set her apart from anyone else though.” Gerry placed his elbows on the desk, running his hand through his hair. Gordon could tell the case was getting to him.
Two murder cases in less than a month, one with no clues to who the killer was. Gordon briefly considered Elliot behind the Grayson murder, but what connection would there be? None. Neither Bruce nor Gordon had anything do with with Grayson's besides showing up to their show. Definitely not likely.
Gordon looked down in the file of the sketch of the woman and something about the way her eyes were made him think he'd seen her before, but that was silly – it was just a sketch. “You have copies of these?” Gordon gestured to the folder in his hands and Gerry nodded slowly. “Alright. I'm going to take these over to Bruce then.”
Gerry raised his head. “Oh? No rooftop meeting tonight?”
“No. He's busy this evening and this might be the only chance I get to get him filled in. Thanks for this. Call me if you and Detective Montoya come up with anything else,” Gordon said as he took the few steps to the door.
“Jim? You didn't have to come back from vacation early for this. We would have handled it.” Gerry was leaned back into his chair again, sentimentally glaring at him with one of those worried smiles.
Gordon shook his head and walked out. There was really no trying to explain to anyone why Jim Gordon hated taking vacations. It wasn't that he didn't like to spend time with his children, it was the fact that he didn't feel in control. Without Gotham in his hands and under his protection, he felt he was letting her down somehow, that no one but he and Bruce could ever really protect her from the things that threatened to destroy her. Had he told Gerry this, the man would have taken it all wrong and assumed Gordon thought the other man couldn't do the job as well as the commissioner could – that just wasn't true. Gordon had all the faith in Gerard Stephens and the well trained and hand picked men and women on the MCU staff, it was the criminals that Gordon didn't trust. Every day the criminals of Gotham reminded him of just how much he loved the city; so much he could bare to be away longer than was needed.
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“Jim!” Someone called from behind Gordon as he was leaving his office. He had stopped by City Hall to pick up some other paperwork to go over with Bruce that evening when Bruce returned from his date and before his midnight patrol. Gordon turned around to see his secretary trailing after him towards the elevator. She caught up to him and handed him an envelope.
“Sorry, meant to give this to you before you left, but you were in and out so fast,” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Gordon took and read the outside, it was the from the genetics lab.
“Thank you, Cindi.” He said and continued to the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor and stared at the envelope, almost afraid to open it. If Babs was his daughter, did he want to know? Would it change anything? One way or another he had guardianship of her, but knowing for sure would set his mind at ease. He bit down on his lower lip and stuffed the envelope into his suit jacket pocket. He'd wait until he was with Bruce; he wanted some sort of support one way or another.
He reached the bottom floor and walked out towards the parking garage. He had to pick up Babs and head over to the Manor. IT was later than he thought and by the time they got there Bruce would be on his “date”, possibly trying to make small talk conversation with a woman he had to impress. Gordon imagined Bruce would come back quite frustrated and over all appalled by the situation. Gordon was hoping for more of the frustrated, he found he liked that look at Bruce, especially the uneasiness that came before it. Bruce being unsure of something when he was often so sure of everything showed he had some insecurities and wasn't all debonair and suaveness.
It was different change of pace and Gordon kind of liked it, even if it wouldn't last for long.
“So, you just told her how your parents died and she just handed Richard over to you?” Gordon asked Bruce. Gordon was sitting at his office desk, having come back early from vacation – despite the pleas of his kids and Babs – to help with the investigation of the Mister and Misses Grayson. Bruce sat on the edge of the desk tinkering with the pens in the holder sitting there.
“Well, it was a helpful factor in her decision. But I also had to convince her that I was trying to reform myself, that my days of boozing and sexing up young women was coming to a dead end,” Bruce replied with a smart smirk on his face. Gordon shook his head, only Bruce.
“And she believed that?” Gordon was a little skeptical; most women would believe it instantly, but Gordon knew Paige Williams and she was not an easy woman to crack.
“Well...” Bruce started, his eyes gazing at him a with some unease, biting at the inside of his lower lip. “I may have had to set up a date with her. But she asked me. I had no intentions of even going that far!”
Except, Gordon wasn't surprised by this in the least, and what did he expect? There was a pang of jealousy hitting deep in his chest, but with the sincere apology written on Bruce's face, he knew it was really the last thing Bruce even wanted to do. Gordon let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair, hands on the arms of it.
“I'm not attached to anyone in the media right now. Turning her down would seem really suspicious. And in turning her down she would assume that I had lied about not dating pretty young things anymore.” Bruce made a face at this, and Gordon already knew why; Paige Williams was far from the super model, or even your “girl next door” for that matter. In fact, sometimes Gordon had a hard time remembering she was even a woman at all. Paige had some pretty hard, masculine lines about her, pretty fit with some muscle bulk – Gordon was sure she could break him in half without even trying.
“Well, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do, Bruce,” Gordon said unsympathetically, nodding his head in a slight approval. Bruce glared at him.
“You're going to allow me to go out with her? You aren't going to throw a raging jealous fit and tell me I'm not allowed to?” Bruce whined. Gordon could see in the billionaire's eyes that he was being quite serious.
Gordon liked to see Bruce squirm for once, looking all uncomfortable and sitting there fidgeting. Gordon tried to imagine Bruce sitting to have dinner with Paige, trying to keep a conversation while trying desperately trying to get out of it. Gordon had to admit, Bruce being unsure and possibly even scared turned him on a bit. Maybe this could work to his situation.
“You should go. You wouldn't want to think that you lied about reforming yourself.” Gordon tried to hide the grin that was forming on his lips, watching Bruce's face drop in surprise. “I trust you. I'm sure one date is not going to kill you.” But the look in Bruce's eyes suggested otherwise. “How much money did you write a check for?”
Bruce looked startled at the sudden change in conversation. “Five-hundred thousand. It was a little much, but I figured over giving couldn't hurt. How did you –”
Gordon cut him off. “You never bargain as Bruce Wayne without money at your side. It's your own personal sidekick. So, this date has nothing to do with Richard?”
“No. She already signed off the paperwork for me and then asked. I just said yes to be nice. Jim, really, if you don't want me to go, I won't,” Bruce was begging now, eyes pleading silently with Gordon to just say the word and Bruce wouldn't go. That would be letting him off the hook easy.
“Nonsense. You should go. You owe it to her for even believing you.” Gordon smiled sincerely, his lips widening as he saw the lack of enthusiasm on Bruce's face, a darkness start to cover the younger man's eyes; this too was quite alluring to Gordon.
Bruce sighed as he slid off the desk. “If something happens, Commissioner, you have no one but yourself to blame.” Gordon wasn't sure if it was a threat or not, or if Bruce would purposefully try something so that Gordon felt terrible for it later. Bruce started to leave without saying another word to Gordon, but the older man caught him by the hand and pulled him gently to him, still careful about Bruce's stitches.
Bruce allowed himself to be tugged over to Gordon's chair, looking at the older man, unimpressed. Gordon stood from his chair, pushing Bruce against the door as he did, their bodies fitting tightly together. He leaned in and kissed Bruce's roughly on the lips, letting his tongue initiate the first move into the other man's mouth. Bruce was hastily returning the kiss, arms around Gordon tightly, a muffled groan escaping his mouth. Gordon pulled back first, gazing at Bruce over the rim of his glasses.
“I trust you, Bruce. I know you'll come back to me tonight. I know I'll be the one you confide in later. And I know that you will come back at the end of the date and tell me how horrible it was and just how much you appreciate me.”
Bruce parted his lips in a small smile, his eyes gentle again. “Is that how that will go?”
“Unless you had something else in mind?” Gordon asked letting his lips touch Bruce's with each word. Gordon heard Bruce's breath hitch in his throat and a small hissing noise from his mouth.
“I guess you'll find out won't you?” Bruce said as he slipped out from under Gordon, quickly open the door, leaving. Gordon rolled his eyes at the suddenness of Bruce's departure, but he figured if they had continued on, it would lead to something they vowed not to do in commissioner's office anymore; almost getting caught once was enough.
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Bruce had not expected Jim to be okay with him going to out on a date with another woman, not after the fiasco with Selina Kyle. But Paige Williams was quite different from Selina and maybe Jim didn't really feel he had a lot to worry about. Which was also true – there was nothing to worry about. Bruce had his heart set in one spot and that was with Jim Gordon. But it all still didn't make Bruce feel any better about going on this date with a woman he barely knew and couldn't even begin to fathom what she saw in him, unless it was just to see if he was lying to her or not.
He'd have to keep his guard up tonight.
Bruce walked into fourth guest room upstairs of Wayne Manor, the door had been slightly opened. Richard was running through a gymnastics routine across the room, having moved all the furniture to one side. Bruce wasn't angry about it, Alfred would be later when he couldn't move everything back again by himself.
Richard stopped mid somersault when he noticed Bruce, staring up at the billionaire with his dark blue eyes, but said nothing. Bruce stood just in the doorway, hand in his hands, nodding his head at the furniture, and Richard looked around a bit ashamed.
“I'll put it back,” he said quickly.
“Don't worry about it right now. We just won't tell Alfred,” Bruce teased, seeing if the teen was at all ready for any sort of humor, it had been less than a day still since event, so Bruce wasn't expecting much. Richard let a tight smile show through, but Bruce could tell it was forced. “Commissioner Gordon says that Lt. Stephens and Detective Montoya are going to be coming by a little later to talk to you. I wanted to warn you, so that you weren't caught off guard when they arrived.”
Richard only nodded. Bruce could practically feel the pain radiate off the young man, how he was trying to hard to hide it all inside – to not care or even think about it. This was much different than with Babs', whose parents didn't die in front of her and from what she told Bruce, she never liked her father anyway. Richard Grayson loved both his parents and had rarely been separated from them for more than a couple hours for school work.
“Richard, if you want to talk, I'm here,” Bruce said quietly as he turned to leave out the door. He didn't want to push the boy into talking when he was obviously not ready for it.
“Dick,” the teen said softly. Bruce turned around a bit confused.
“Excuse me?” Bruce asked as he raised one eye brow at the teen.
Richard let a very small smile form on his lips. “I like to be called Dick.”
Bruce nodded and let one of his big, genuine smiles show through. “Alright, Dick.” Bruce went to leave again and the teen spoke up this time, a little louder.
“Mister Wayne? Why are you wanting to help me?”
Bruce walked into the room and took a seat on the floor next to Dick, this wouldn't be like when he talked to Babs the first time, this was a boy. “Bruce. You can call me Bruce. And I know what it's like, to lose your parents, to see them die right in front of you. I thought if you needed anyone during this time, it would be someone who actually understands and not someone who claims to understand.”
Dick tipped his head to the side thoughtfully, but didn't make eye contact, considering the words. Bruce didn't expect any words from the young man, and none were given, just a simple nod of the head. Bruce patted Dick on the shoulder, and stood.
“If you need anything, feel free to ask Alfred or myself. I'll be be in my office taking a call for about an hour, but other than that I'm here until this evening,” Bruce said as he rounded the door, looking back for a moment. “Alfred's making lunch, if you're hungry.”
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Gordon sat on the window sill of Gerry's office at Major Crimes Unit building. It was what had once been Gordon's office, but he had finally given into the Major taken an officer down at City Hall, because having the meeting were easier that way, and any time Gordon wanted to be MCU, he could just use Gerry's office anyway. Gerry sat at his desk piling the paperwork into a folder for Gordon and setting it down on the side of the desk.
“It's all there. Pictures taken of the murder scene last night, the reports written up by Montoya and myself, and pictures of the investigation of the trapeze. We even talked to a few stage hands, but none of them said they saw anything unusual. However, about three days ago a new crew member was hired on and they had been teaching her the safety standards and she had been helping out with that last night,” Gerry explained., pushing back into his chair with heavy sigh.
“What did she have to say?” Gordon asked as he slid off the window sill, making his way over to the desk. He picked up the folder and began to thumb through it.
“Well, we couldn't find her. No one could find her.” Gerry looked a little ashamed, like he had let down Gordon in the worst way. But, honestly if the woman goes missing, how could Gordon blame them for not finding her?
“What about a name?”
Gerry shrugged. “Assumed fake. Glinda Franks. No records of anyone by that name. The show manager wasn't too crazy on checking social security numbers or backgrounds.”
Gordon looked at him pointedly. “Description?”
“The manager and a few of the staff gave us some good details on her, we had the sketch artist draw something up. Pretty plain, but should prove useful if we ever come across her. Blond, blue eyed, slender. Nothing about her to set her apart from anyone else though.” Gerry placed his elbows on the desk, running his hand through his hair. Gordon could tell the case was getting to him.
Two murder cases in less than a month, one with no clues to who the killer was. Gordon briefly considered Elliot behind the Grayson murder, but what connection would there be? None. Neither Bruce nor Gordon had anything do with with Grayson's besides showing up to their show. Definitely not likely.
Gordon looked down in the file of the sketch of the woman and something about the way her eyes were made him think he'd seen her before, but that was silly – it was just a sketch. “You have copies of these?” Gordon gestured to the folder in his hands and Gerry nodded slowly. “Alright. I'm going to take these over to Bruce then.”
Gerry raised his head. “Oh? No rooftop meeting tonight?”
“No. He's busy this evening and this might be the only chance I get to get him filled in. Thanks for this. Call me if you and Detective Montoya come up with anything else,” Gordon said as he took the few steps to the door.
“Jim? You didn't have to come back from vacation early for this. We would have handled it.” Gerry was leaned back into his chair again, sentimentally glaring at him with one of those worried smiles.
Gordon shook his head and walked out. There was really no trying to explain to anyone why Jim Gordon hated taking vacations. It wasn't that he didn't like to spend time with his children, it was the fact that he didn't feel in control. Without Gotham in his hands and under his protection, he felt he was letting her down somehow, that no one but he and Bruce could ever really protect her from the things that threatened to destroy her. Had he told Gerry this, the man would have taken it all wrong and assumed Gordon thought the other man couldn't do the job as well as the commissioner could – that just wasn't true. Gordon had all the faith in Gerard Stephens and the well trained and hand picked men and women on the MCU staff, it was the criminals that Gordon didn't trust. Every day the criminals of Gotham reminded him of just how much he loved the city; so much he could bare to be away longer than was needed.
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“Jim!” Someone called from behind Gordon as he was leaving his office. He had stopped by City Hall to pick up some other paperwork to go over with Bruce that evening when Bruce returned from his date and before his midnight patrol. Gordon turned around to see his secretary trailing after him towards the elevator. She caught up to him and handed him an envelope.
“Sorry, meant to give this to you before you left, but you were in and out so fast,” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Gordon took and read the outside, it was the from the genetics lab.
“Thank you, Cindi.” He said and continued to the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor and stared at the envelope, almost afraid to open it. If Babs was his daughter, did he want to know? Would it change anything? One way or another he had guardianship of her, but knowing for sure would set his mind at ease. He bit down on his lower lip and stuffed the envelope into his suit jacket pocket. He'd wait until he was with Bruce; he wanted some sort of support one way or another.
He reached the bottom floor and walked out towards the parking garage. He had to pick up Babs and head over to the Manor. IT was later than he thought and by the time they got there Bruce would be on his “date”, possibly trying to make small talk conversation with a woman he had to impress. Gordon imagined Bruce would come back quite frustrated and over all appalled by the situation. Gordon was hoping for more of the frustrated, he found he liked that look at Bruce, especially the uneasiness that came before it. Bruce being unsure of something when he was often so sure of everything showed he had some insecurities and wasn't all debonair and suaveness.
It was different change of pace and Gordon kind of liked it, even if it wouldn't last for long.