The phone rings for the seventh time in the last hour. A tad extreme, I'm aware, but mother of Christ, I'm convinced this is never going to stop.
I don't even take into consideration that the call could be coming from the Mayor, or worse yet, Loeb
himself, as I pick up the reciever and slam it back down. Hard. I've practically grown so used to the sound of it's ring that a bomb could go off in the city, and I'd be none the wiser.
Of course, with the way things have been in the last few hours,
that wouldn't come as much of a surprise, either. Ever since the fiasco at that Wayne benefit last night, with that freak in clown makeup, the city's gone into a panic. And it's not just the people who were there... it's everyone. I've heard murmurs all over the department all morning. Traffic was lined up worse than usual, on the way to the Adams bridge, just so people could leave the city for good. The news won't stop on the coverage. And worse, it's even hit close to home.
I take off my glasses, and turn around in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose. God. My best friend's lying in a hospital bed right now with a twelve inch stab entry wound. Doctors said he'll be fine, but damn it, I should be there. Not sitting here and listening to panicked citizen after panicked citizen tell me how bad of a job I'm doing for letting that Joker creep get away. Sometimes, I see how Loeb can be so uptight about being Commisioner. It just doesn't stop...
Thank god, though, for Batman. And that's something of which I never thought I'd say, until now. Over the past few months, my relationship with him has been... scarce, if anything. He's lining up the bad guys, I'm booking them. Just like it's been ever since he came into the picture. At first, I was a little disturbed by that proposition... of leaving my duty to him, of all people. But after last night, and the lives he prevented from being taken from that maniac? Well, I may just sleep soundly more often.
Not anytime soon, mind you. Not while that killer's still on the streets.
*BZZT**BZZT**BZZT*
I look down at the cellphone clipped to my pocket. My stomach turns. Even my own personal phone can't give me a break. It's a wonder none of this happened when we lived in Chicago...
Placing my glasses back on my face, I sigh, and open it up. Strange device, this thing is. I'll never understand these electronics. But Babs...
little Babs, insisted I get one. And it's hard to say no to a face like that. I press a button, and hold the damn thing to my ear. If it's another councilman, I'll have their head sent to my desk...
"Gordon, here.", I respond, already annoyed.
"So you're speaking to me now?"
My eyes widen. The slammed reciever. Barbara. It was
Barbara. Mother of...
"...Sorry about that, honey.", I explain, leaning back into my chair.
"Guess I've just been having a bad day."
"So it seems. Jim, are you alright?"
I'm silent, for a moment.
"No."
"No?"
I almost don't respond. Just because I know what I'm going to say.
"Should I be?", I ask.
"Harvey, my best friend Harvey's sitting in the hospital right now. The man was almost killed, when he's supposed to be the one saving this god forsaken town. Do you realize what would've happened if he did succumb to that attack?"
Staring up at the ceiling, my brow furrows, as I continue.
"Then there's that maniac at the party last night. Everyone's chewing me out about his escape. Me, not Loeb, just because he had the luxury of taking a flight out of the country the minute that all of this crap started up. And it's not just the scared guys either, Barbara. It's the cops. All the people I'm supposed to be a figurehead for, and I let them down."
"Jim, don't..."
"I mean it, Barbara.", I cut off, closing my eyes.
"I let them all down..."
"No, you didn't.", Barbara interjects.
"Listen to me, James Gordon. I know you're upset over this, but what that maniac did to your friend wasn't your fault. Beating yourself up for something beyond your control is never the kind of man you've been. Why start now?"
She's right, of course. She's always right. That's why I married her... she seems to bring me out of the corners of despair I could never crawl out of myself. But there's no denying it... something's amiss, now. There may be a long road ahead in trying to get things back to normal...
"Because things are different now. Things are changing,", I respond.
"Feels like damn near everything is changing..."
It's pitch black by the time I make it to the roof. Told Detective Allen to take over for me while I was on break. Good kid. He's gonna make it far in this department, if Loeb doesn't prematurely strike him down. But there was nothing else I could do. Nothing I'm doing to try and cope with this disaster of a situation makes sense. Only one thing does, anymore. And it lies within that damn signal.
I turn on the switch, just as the flame hits the end of my cigarette. If anyone can help us out and finally get that clown behind bars, it's him. And that alone almost scares me. But regardless...
Now, I play the waiting game.
But all in all, as I stare up at the skies, expecting something to leap back out at me, I silently wonder if it gets on his nerves, like the calls get on mine...