Rating: PG-13 (for this part)
A/N: It seems we have another series on our hands. I hope you'll enjoy it :)
The first time Bruce had kissed Jim Gordon was unplanned. No matter what Alfred had said, muttered, mumbled, or implied by a pointed look or a raised eyebrow, all Bruce intended to do was go down to the station and give his statement
Honestly, he should have learned the lesson by now, about plans. And about Alfred being usually right, damn him.
There were... factors he did not consider, even though he should. For one, he knew Jim's workaholic habits, and should have really known he wouldn't go home to change, but would instead head straight for his office, throwing himself into work, bow tie gone, jacket carelessly thrown over the back of the chair. And while the thought of Bruce Wayne of all people being turned on by incomplete evening wear was quite ridiculous... it was nonetheless true. The suspenders are the worst. (Or the best. It really depended on how you chose to look at the matter.)
"Thank you for coming in so promptly, Mr Wayne," Gordon says, standing up, his expression surprised, but not unpleasantly so, Bruce notes. The polite smile smoothened out the worry lines a little, but they are still too visible in the morning light. And for heaven's sake, Bruce knows he is in deep trouble here when the first thought after noticing that is about tiring Gordon out enough for him to sleep through the night.
(Batman didn't have those thoughts. Well, fine, maybe occasionally, a fleeting interest, but it was gone as soon as it appeared, and they stuck strictly to business, and in no way did Batman's pulse speed up in response to Gordon's smiles. Hell, no. Oh, fuck.)
"I've been in the area anyway," he lies, and judging by the look on Jim's face, he didn't lie very well. "Now, what is it that you wanted from me, Commissioner?" And yes, he might have meant the innuendo. Scratch the 'might have'.
Honestly, at some point all Alfred's comments about him being the worst candidate in the world to have a secret identity were absolutely true.
The statement part of the entire 'giving the statement' thing isn't complicated. Gordon asks all the questions Bruce expected him to ask, and jots down the answers, the corner of his mouth rising slightly in quiet amusement. Bruce frowns at this, it's different than it used to be, it's almost as if Gordon didn't buy the airhead act, and it was a damn good airhead act. Well, maybe he overdid it a little, claiming he had acted just because he really needed to go to the restroom, but still. Bruce really didn't expect to regret the fact that Jim Gordon was really damn smart.
Batman didn't have those problems. Damn him, too. And this very thought probably qualified him for therapy.
"...restroom," Gordon repeats absently, writing it down with a flourish. And really, is the dramatic performance necessary? Bruce did realise by now that he dug his own grave, thank you very much. "Well, Mr Wayne, at least it was resolved without any damage to your property this time. What is the tally, three cars, one motorcycle, and one yacht?"
"Technically, one mansion, too," Bruce mutters, not really enjoying the line of conversation, but determined to see it through. And then go home, pour himself a stiff drink, and... well, look at it for a moment before emptying it into the sink and listening to Alfred's comments about this not being the proper way to treat a good single malt. "Of course, this was mostly my fault. As were the cars, as you recall. I paid my tickets, though."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," Gordon says, and the half-smile is back, and really, this is the last thing Bruce needed right now. "I'm also sure you're a busy man, Mr Wayne, and wouldn't want to monopolise your time," he adds, standing up, and this is Bruce's cue, to take the chance and make his escape. As it is, he has trouble biting back the 'please do' in response to that comment. Really, what is he thinking? Oh, right, his thought process had apparently shut down when he walked in and looked at Jim.
He stands up before the moment becomes awkward. Well, more so. "Bruce," he offers, and his smile widens when Gordon nods, and reaches out to shake his hand. And it's almost too easy, when Jim smiles warmly, almost too easy to shift closer and kiss him.
He half expects... well, not a punch, probably, but at least a push. He's prepared to blame it on the adrenaline from last night, or on... well, anything he can think of. What he doesn't expect at all are Jim's lips parting slightly, and, just for a brief moment, responding to the kiss, before Jim pulls away.
"That's one way of switching to the first name basis," Gordon says, and Bruce barks a short laugh, still shocked, both by his own actions and by the outcome. Did he really do that? And while we're at it, did he completely lose his mind?
"I..." he starts, but doesn't really have anything to follow with. "Should go," he finishes, shaking his head at himself. "Have a nice day, Commissioner," he adds before turning and walking away.
Batman really doesn't have those problems.