V | Dial 'A' for Assassin

Chapter 11

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence, Adult Dialogue, Descriptions of Crime Scenes, Sexuality, and Mature Content
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"You got to find something that you really care about... And you protect it at all costs. And when you find it... You'll never be lost again."
- Alfred Pennyworth -

❤ Roland POV ❤

The crazed, mad, and insane were overthrowing The GCPD. People in cells were bending the bars to escape custody. They were calling the virus, "The Rage." And Jim Gordon has it.

Harvey and I went inside the locker rooms to find him.

"Jim." We both greeted softly.

"You okay?" Harvey asked.

"I'm fine." Jim gruffed out. When he met himself in the mirror with his normal hazel eyes, he turned around to greet us back.
"I'm fine, guys."

"Listen I hate to do this to you pal, but I'm gonna have to ask for your gun." Harvey walked closer.

Jim deflected.
"This virus is tearing the city apart. You need me. I can control this."

Harvey battled with him.
"That's why I'm not askin' for your badge."

He had a point.

Harvey continued.
"Some of the guys are talkin'. These cops are gonna be watchin' you for the smallest sign. Okay? And if you've got a gun, they'll be double-jumpy. It's for your own protection."

Jim started to walk over towards me. He looked between us and realized he wouldn't win the fight.
He handed Harvey his gun.

"Any word on Lee?" He asked.

"No." Harv replied. "Nada. What happened after the bombing?"

"A mob of infected swarmed the clock towers, and she disappeared in the chaos." Jim looked down at his feet with shame.

"O-kay. She went through all that effort to get you infected with the virus and she just bolts?" Harvey responded

"She saw I was fighting it. She's waiting for me to give-over to it." Jim had to fight his tears back.

Harvey and I walked closer to Jim.
"Prove her wrong." We told him at the same time.

He simply nodded.
"Where's Bruce?"

Harvey and I clapped a hand on each of his shoulders, and took a stroll down to the interrogation room where Alfred was waiting.

When we walked in, Bruce looked like a statue. Just staring at his own reflection while Alfred was staring back. I'm uncertain if Bruce knew this, but I didn't doubt him either.

"Detective Gordon." Alfred greeted.

Jim took a deep breath.
"Alfred. Has he said anything?"

"No." He replied.
Bruce was stoic, headstrong, stubborn. An immovable force.
"No, he just sits there staring." Alfred looked at us and back to Bruce.
"I need to talk to him, Harvey."