Noelia (noelia_g) wrote,
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Fic: Night Lights (TDK, Gordon/Batman, part two)

Title: Night Lights (chapter two)
Pairing: Gordon/Batman, eventually.
Rating: PG for now, will go higher in later parts.
Summary: In Gordon's life, everything came secondary to the city.
Dedication: for juana_a for handholding and for distracting :)

prologue
part one



It was almost comforting. A robbery turned hostage situation at the museum, no costumes, fear toxins, or master plans. No plans at all, and that was exactly where it had turned ugly, and a night guard was shot, two others and a curator and his assistant still inside. By the time Gordon got to the scene, it seemed like half of the police force was there already.

"What do we have?" he asked the detective in charge, and listened to the detailed answer. His gaze kept slipping from the Lieutenant's face, however, turning above. Batman would be insane to show up here today, with that many officers who'd shoot him first and never really get to the questions part, and yet, for some reason Gordon couldn't help but look into the shadows on the rooftops, trying to make out their shapes.

"Orders, sir?" the lieutenant asked, and Gordon turned his attention to the task at hand. They've worked out a decent plan, one that should work.

It would have worked, probably, if one of the hostage guards didn't try for heroics, didn't lunge for one of the guns. The resounding sound of the gunshot was all the SWAT team needed to enter, and from then on, it was pure chaos, dozens of voices over the radio, gasps and screams from the crowd gathered behind the yellow tape, and a cloud of smoke from the tear gas obscuring everything going on in the building itself.

And then someone, maybe one of Gordon's men, maybe a bystander, had yelled 'Batman', and everything went quiet and still for Jim, as a shadow glided above them, then swept into the building through a broken window.

Without much thought, Gordon broke into a run, knowing he won't be the only one, but in all possibility, he will be the only one not going to shoot to kill.

They found two of the hostages in the main hall, the guard, on the floor in a puddle of blood, and the curator's assistant, panicking, and yet trying his best to stop the guard from bleeding out. Gordon called in the paramedics as one of the officers knelt down to help, and continued towards the commotion in the back. The SWAT team were making their way from the floor above, accompanied by more sounds of gunfire. By the time Gordon made his way through the smoke, the officers were escorting hostages out, the criminals either unconscious or restrained.

"Where's the Batman?" Gordon asked, and tried to cover the worry in his voice by annoyance. He managed quite well, mostly by being furious as hell.

"Don't know, commissioner," the team's leader shrugged, taking his goggles off. "He was here, for sure," he muttered, glancing at the restrained assailants. The bat-shaped edge sticking out of the wall next to one's head was surely a dead giveaway. Gordon was pleased that apparently his officers weren't completely dense. Unlike some other people, not to name names. "We're still looking."

Gordon nodded, looking around the exhibit hall. "Good. Get them out. Have the scene secured. I will..." he stopped, and pointed outside the window. "There. Rooftop. Get him before he runs away again," he barked, and the officer just glanced, before reaching for his weapon.

"Batman?" he asked, already gesturing at his men. "Sir, are you..."

"Yes. I'll be fine, go," he ordered, and watched them spill out of the room, the messages already flying through the comms.

He paused, waiting.

"I'm not that easy to spot," came the expected rasp, and Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Well, I had a lot of practice, what with you always disappearing into the shadows," he offered, making his way towards a mural, and pushing himself through the small space between it and the real wall. "How bad is it?" he asked, looking down at the Batman, sitting on the floor, hand almost casually covering a tear in the suit.

"I had worse," the man offered, and Gordon rolled his eyes. "One of your officers is a very good shot."

"Yes, I'll make sure to promote them. Now, can you stand?"

There was a brief moment of silence, as they looked at one another. Then, "Probably not on my own."

Gordon quelled the desire to tell Batman off for being an idiot. One probably doesn't tell such things to a masked vigilante. Even if one would really like to. He paused.

"Tell me you have a new car," he muttered, but the Batman just tilted his head. "Bike outside?" And again silence. "If you tell me you came here by cab, I'm going to shoot you myself."

"I walked. Ran," a little more breathless now, and Gordon frowned with concern. "It seemed like..." he paused, taking a breath, and Gordon moved forward, reaching for him.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here, before others get back."

This night was really working up to being a long one.


part three
Tags: batman, fanfic, gordon/batman, night lights
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