Noelia (noelia_g) wrote,

Fic: Night Lights (TDK, Gordon/Batman, part seven)

Title: Night Lights (chapter seven)
Pairing: Gordon/Batman, eventually.
Rating: PG for now, will go higher in later parts.

previous parts

The next day, Gordon supposed, would fall under the definition of 'working too much', but there really wasn't much he could do. Well, fine, apart from taking a break and going home to sleep off the last few days, or maybe the last few weeks, but that wasn't something he could seriously consider.

The sunset found him back on the roof, now without the excuse of a coffee cup, idly turning his cellphone in his hand. The sun was almost gone, the sky almost dark, but the streets were still golden, the shadows long around him.

"Isn't it a little early for you?" he asked without turning, and a small sigh let him know he wasn't mistaken in his assumption. He really was getting better at this, even though it wasn't the most useful skill in the world.

"I have places to be, later," the Batman said, and Gordon nodded.

"So do I, unfortunately. I gather this is business-related?" he asked, trying to turn the conversation to the matter at hand. "Anything to do with the robbery few nights ago?"

Batman nodded, tilting his head. "How much do you know?"

"We got the inventory list, finally, and apparently, a diamond tiara was missing, a part of the next week's jewelry exhibition. Strangely, none of the arrested had it, or was even aware of it's existence. It was locked in the safe in curator's office, and no one was really supposed to know it was there already. All of this leads me to think..."

"The robbery was a distraction," Batman supplied.

Gordon looked at him suspiciously. "You knew? Well, that would explain why you appeared, of course."

There was a long pause, long enough to have Gordon wonder. "Yes," the Bat said finally, and Gordon frowned. The lie was painfully obvious, and yet he didn't want to ponder the implications of this. He already knew more than he felt comfortable with, after all.

"Do you know who?" he asked instead, and Batman shook his head.

"I will."

Gordon didn't doubt it; Batman was nothing if not efficient. "Let me know," he said dryly, and didn't add that it still seemed more like a case for the police, not a masked avenger. Maybe Batman was just bored. In which case Gordon was half tempted to propose they divided his paperwork. That he could use some help with.

After a moment, he realised that the Bat was still there instead of vanishing into the shadows as he was wont to do. "What is it?" Gordon asked, a little more harshly than intended, and got a considering look in return.

"That's what I was going to say," Batman muttered, watching him. "Is everything alright?"

Gordon snorted a humorless laugh. "No, not really. Barbara and I are getting divorced. Well, she says separated, but she means divorced," he said dryly, gesturing with his cellphone. There was something really fucked up about discussing this with Batman of all people, but at least he told someone.

"I'm sorry," Batman said, and Gordon nodded.

"That makes three of us, so far," he said, turning to look down at the city now coloured with different shades of gray.

There was a rustle of movement behind him, and for a moment Gordon thought the Batman was walking away, but no, that he did soundlessly. A gloved hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed gently, and Jim looked over his shoulder, surprised. Batman nodded at him, and then moved to walk away, leaving Gordon shaking his head in confusion. Talk about having a strange day.

And, he mused glancing at his watch, it was far from over: he was still required to attend the fundraiser. At least he hoped there'd be alcohol there. With his luck, though, there would be nothing but the blasted champagne.

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

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