James Gordon had seen many things in his first few years of law enforcement.
By the time he'd reached the promotion to Detective, he'd thought he'd seen it all.
But now, as commissioner, it seemed the world was getting crazier by the second- as if Gotham, the city he'd spent the better part of three decades trying to protect, was cursed with insanity.
He looked at the large circular light beside him then at the sky where a bat symbol was projected. Hell, maybe he was crazy too.
He wanted to laugh... or maybe cry. How rich was it for him to be judging this city, declaring it insane, when he himself was: asking for help from a man with a proclivity of dressing like a giant bat.
Had someone told him a decade ago, one day he would be asking for help from someone calling themselves "The Batman," he would have burst into laughter. Perhaps he would have asked if they'd been drinking tonight.
It all seemed so ridiculous.
"What is it?"
Gordon didn't startle when he heard the raspy voice.
He turned to see him.
The Batman.
He cleared his throat, holding out a manilla folder.
A gloved hand grabbed it. He watched as the Batman flipped through the pages of the file- mainly, crime scene photos.
Gordon could see the crime scenes in his mind; he had spent so many hours pouring over them.
"Who did this?" The Batman finally asked.
"New guy in town. We got one of his men... twenty-year-old kid. Not even old enough to drink, and he's caught in this shit."
"And?"
"Found dead in his cell last week."
The Batman pursed his lips. "Who were the cellmates? Anyone I know?"
Gordon shook his head. "No cellmate. Solitary. Kid said he'd rather die than snitch. The detective thought he was being a bit dramatic, till they found him. Brutal scene."
He waited for more detail.
Gordon sighed. "He, um, cut strips of fabric from his pillow. Choked on them. Won't get into details."
"Who's the new guy?"
"Calls himself Enyo. We don't know what he's selling or what he's doing in this city, but he's making a name for himself. The Penguin's been showing some interest, so you know other bottom feeders will too."
"So, you need me to stop him? This Enyo guy?"
"I need you to.... do what you think is necessary."
It was so strange. Commissioner Gordon... asking a vigilante, someone he should be arresting for playing "justice," for help.
How had he ended up here? How had Gotham ended up here? It never felt real being in these situations, it felt like a movie.
Gordon watched as the Batman jumped from the rooftop, disappearing into the night.
Gotham City, he had concluded long ago, was far too strange to be fiction.
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