"This is my problem, not yours!" Gordon hissed at me. He kept his focus on the crooks in front of him, firing rapidly. "Your problems became my problems too when you adopted me!" I yelled back. I pulled out the gun from my pocket, quickly I dodged behind a crate, shooting at the crooks. "Just don't get killed alright!" "Can't promise..." I mumbled. The shooting of guns ringed inside my ears. Suddenly a strange feeling came from my left ribcage. I looked down and saw blood starting to spill out. 'Oh shit...' I thought to myself ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Story about Jim Gordon's daughter aka you! This story is in your P.O.V. So enjoy! Please vote and give me a follow😉