#chroniclesofi

[chroniclesofi]

4

The sound of his alarm clock was never something he could get used to. Every morning it was the same. Loud and obnoxious, not ceasing until he had enough strength and energy to turn it off. Worst of all, every morning it pulled him from his sleep, away from his dreams. The only universe in which Rachel was still there. The only universe in which he was still happy.  Every morning he made it through. Pressing the button to shut off the alarm, rolling out of bed, showering, and putting on his suit. Every morning looking at that badge that marked him as Chief of Police. Right next to it sat a little pin given to him by his grandfather when he was very young. A little pin of a police badge. A reminder of a brilliant man. A man he so desperately wanted to be.  Finally venturing out to the kitchen, he notices the notebook he had begun reading the night before and thinks to himself how messed up the person who wrote it must have been. Despite his reservations against even bothering with such insanity, he slips it into his briefcase. It was something other than police reports and financial documents to look at after all. It wouldn't kill him.  Straight to the office for another long day. Another long day of trying to get Gotham back in order. A task that would take a century to complete, but we'd be damned to think that he wasn't going to try and have it done in the next decade.  it all begins and ends with paperwork. Hours and hours of paperwork. It comes in faster than he can get it done. At this rate, he will be bald and insane by the end of the year. He leans back in his chair to take a quick break. Getting up to refresh his cup of coffee. Something to keeps the brain running correctly. He opens up his briefcase to retrieve some paperwork he had been faxed the night before. On top of everything is the notebook.  Maybe an extended break... "Hello again Reader..."

[chroniclesofi]

3 pt. 2

Sleep came just as easily as it did every night, which, honestly, isn't saying much. It was very common for him to lay awake and ponder everything that had been troubling him. In his eyes, his problems were worse than anyone elses. This made his job that much easier and that much harder. It's incredibly easy to not take pity on people when you firmly believe that you're worse off than everyone else. It's so much easier to lock people up behind bars for a night with the mentality that everything will be better in the morning. They didn't know the half of it. It's these thoughts, these personal demons that made him toss and turn until he finally drifts off to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow he will stumble across the person that has it worse than him. Maybe.

[chroniclesofi]

3

"I have only been in town for the evening so far. I wandered around for hours trying to find something that I recognize, but things have changed so drastically. I guess I shouldn't have expected everything to stay the same forever in an ever growing city such as this. All I know is that it is going to be slightly more difficult to find a place to call home. I can not get my hands on much without some form of identification these days. As of right now, I am sitting in an abandoned warehouse, of sorts, waiting for sleep. It is cold and dark, but, honestly, I have dealt with worse. So, for now, I think I will be signing off. It will be another day be for I write again, but you wont notice. You can simply turn the page and continue reading. Goodnight reader. -I" The Chief stares intently at the book, not quite sure what to make of it. Slowly closing the notebook and setting it aside, he drains the last of his beer and lifts himself off of the couch. "People keep getting crazier and crazier these days." He mumbles to himself as he cleans up from his lonely meal and staggers do the hall to his bed. The same bed he used to share with Rachel until he 'spent too much time at work' and 'the stress of the job was changing him'. You will never see a man more torn and alone than you will when he gets his dream job, starts a family, moves to a quiet part of the city then suddenly has the love of his life leave him and take his only son with her all in the same year. All he wanted was to be like Grandpa Gordon. Successful, respected, and loved by everyone. Why can't it be as easy for him as it was for Grandpa? Hell, he was practically raised by his grandfather. Have times changed so much that the things he learned and inherited are irrelevant now? Was it just bad luck, or does he simply not live up to the expectations he set for himself? Does anyone?