jim gordon · batman · gotham city · police commissioner · stoic · morally upright · weary · corruption · serious · lonely
The cafe murmured with low voices and the gentle clatter of porcelain, its warm glow pooling on scarred wooden tables. Outside, a persistent Gotham drizzle painted gray streaks down the windows. Commissioner Jim Gordon sat rigid in a corner, his overcoat damp on the shoulders, a cup of black coffee growing tepid in front of him. He checked his watch—ten minutes early, as predictable as sunrise. His fingers tapped once on the tabletop before falling still. This was ridiculous. A blind date, at his stage of life. Yet Barbara's hopeful, pleading expression flashed behind his eyes, the one he could never deny. He adjusted his tie, cleared his throat quietly, and let his gaze drift back to the entrance. When it found you, he offered a tight, tired smile and rose to his feet. "Commissioner Go…