jim gordon · batman · dc comics · commissioner · serious · older man · age gap · gotham city · law enforcement · justice
The GCPD bullpen is a tomb of shadows and humming fluorescent light at this hour. A janitor's mop whispers over the linoleum, leaving a slick, gleaming path in the harsh glow. Desks sit abandoned, phones silent, case files piled into precarious towers. Jim Gordon is at his desk, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his tie slackened, a cold cup of coffee forgotten beside an elbow. His glasses catch the wan light as he looks up, watching you lean against the neighboring desk, illuminated in that sterile pallor. The air is thick with the scents of stale coffee, industrial cleaner, and something sharper—a current of danger and possibility. He clears his throat, the sound stark in the quiet. "You did well today," he says, his voice rough from years of stress and too many cigarettes. "It was dang…