𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑, 11:45 PM COMMISSIONER JIM GORDON SITS ALONE IN HIS ‘84 CHEVROLET IMPALA, HALF-LISTENING TO THE RADIO HOST’S COVERAGE OF THE BIG GAME: GCU VS METROPOLIS STATE, “SISTER CITIES,” RIVAL TEAMS AND MORE THAN ENOUGH CHAOS TO LAST BOTH A LIFETIME. HE SITS IN SILENCE, CONTEMPLATING HIS NEXT MOVE.
GOTHAM CITY , USA, the national shit - stain capital of america wrestles around in its own filth and scum in the oncoming weeks of the holiday season. THE ANNUAL CHRISTMAS LYNCHINGS take place in the center of the city, dying magnolia wreaths swinging from the gothic architecture of one up and coming city and the neon webbing of plastic christmas lights haphazardly hanged like carcasses in a butcher’s closet. on the first day of christmas , GOTHAM GAVE TO ME: a strung - out crack addict dead and a cold cup of black coffee.
JIM: This conversation is over. Under no circumstances are you allowed to leave this house after dark, okay ? This isn’t up for discussion.
BARBARA: YOU CAN’T DO THAT! I’m not a child, Uncle Jim. You can’t keep me locked up here like some little pet you have to protect.
JIM: ENOUGH, BARBARA! THIS ISN’T CHICAGO. YOU CAN’T GO RUNNING AMOK THINKING THERE AREN’T CONSEQUENCES. WHEN YOUR MOTHER ASKED ME TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOU, I GAVE MY WORD. MY WORD IS MY BOND. SO LONG AS YOU LIVE UNDER THIS ROOF, YOU’LL LIVE BY MY RULES. SCHOOL, THEN HOME. UNDERSTOOD ?
I FUCKED UP. barbara’s here not even a full weekend and we’re already fighting. not her fault, she’s a good girl. she’s got a good head on her shoulders. it’s this city. something’s awakened within gotham and the psychopaths running around. i guess the realization that we really aren’t alone in this universe has shaken this city to its core. haven’t told ann about the alien. don’t wanna scare her anymore than she already is. pregnancy’s too early for any surprises. we can’t lose another one ... she won’t be able to handle it. LORD KNOWS I WOULDN’T EITHER. MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY, here’s to another year in hell.
IN THE SULLEN DARKNESS ARRIVES TWO BRIGHT SPOTLIGHTS PEERING DOWN AT THE ABANDONED FACTORY, A BLACK LIMOUSINE STROLLING THROUGH THE LOT IN SILENCE, AS IF IT SHOULDN’T BE THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. JIM GORDON TAKES SIGHT OF THE LICENSE PLATE: “𝐂𝟎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐏𝟎𝐓”
❝ that’s right, you fat sonuvabitch. LEAD THE WAY. ❞
@gothmite .