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.
A/N: For kubis.
Every other evening, he still came up to the roof. The excuses varied, a smoke, a breath of night air, a moment of peace. He brought up a coffee, the steam rising from the mug, blown away by the wind. The reflector was gone, the cleaning crew had swept up the broken glass, there was no trace of it now. It shouldn't matter, even when it had been sending the signal, the Batman had rarely shown up.
But the sign was there, comforting, reminding. Reminding the criminals, that someone was after them. Citizens, that someone was watching. Reminding Gordon, that... nevermind.
"You shouldn't be here," came a familiar rasp from behind him, and Gordon was quite proud he didn't startle. Much.
"Neither should you," he offered, turning, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. "At least no one will shoot me, when they see me."
There was a moment of silence, but Gordon didn't really expect an eloquent response. Batman tended to be a rather to-the-point conversationalist.
"Joker's transfer to Arkham," Batman said, and Gordon nodded.
"Flawless. But I assume you knew that." A curt nod in return was all that he got. He would have sighed, but the conversation was less irritating than usual, somehow almost comforting. It was strangely good to know that some things didn't change. "And I suppose you're asking how Joker is now, and the answer is, sedated and locked up. Not sure how long this will hold..."
"We'll be ready," the Bat said, and Gordon suspected he was lying, really.
"I don't think," he stopped, realising he was once again talking to an empty space. He snorted to himself as the door behind him opened, and a young officer whose name he hadn't yet learned coughed pointedly.
"There's the Mayor on the line for you, Commissioner," she said and he nodded, still looking into the night and the lights of the city.
"I'll be right there. Thank you, officer..." he paused, and she obligingly supplied "Montoya, sir."
"Thank you, officer Montoya." So many names to learn, and that was the least of his problems. The paperwork was next, and now he was getting calls from the Mayor on the daily basis. The Commissioner job wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. And to top it all off, he had a hunt to organise, for the Batman, currently occupying number one spot on the list of the most wanted.
He really didn't want to start on that one. But the city demanded it, and the city needed it. And as always in Gordon's life, everything came secondary to the city.