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 I WILL STILL BE HERE TOMORROW, [ tag: jimmyyyy ]
JAMES GORDON
Posted: Jan 11 2012, 12:58 AM


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The night, much like the city, had not been kind to him. In the fairest sense of the word, it had utterly broken the man down to a low that he hadn't felt since the old days back in Chicago, but in so much worse a way. His alertness and knowing that something was wrong with the way the memorial was being carried out had was his undoing that particular day. It'd killed him; literally. Althought not really literally as it had all been a fabrication. A lie, to potentially save the lives of his loved ones.

The Joker had been targetting public servants for the greater part of a few days now, and that alone was enough to send Lieutenant Gordon into a mild depressive state if he thought on it long enough. Days. That's all the madman had and he was able to wrap Gotham around his twisted little finger, the citizens consumed in fear and a victim of his chaotic terrorism. What he did, take a bullet to the back in order to save the Mayor, was necessary. So too was it necessary to make them believe he was dead. He wasn't targetted yet, and he wasn't going to take any chances. Not until the clown was locked up for good.

So far, his plan had gone accordingly. The Joker was in custody, locked up at the Major Crimes Unit for the time being until they figured out who he was, and what he was really up to. If he had a plan, or if he really was as chaotic as he'd claimed to be. Honestly, Jim leaned toward the latter. A crazed psychopath like that couldn't possibly have a plan. Not one that made sense, anyway.

The drive home that night had been an uneasy one. Silent, with even the radio turned off; or at least very muted. To where a man of his age and with as much on his mind couldn't hear it even if he was paying attention. The news had been given to his family that he was dead, and he dreaded going home and showing his face to them. To his wife, to his son, to his daughter if she was even at the family home. If not, he would have to call her, and listen to her voice over the phone. He was certain she'd scold him. If no one else did; she would. Though he was also certain his wife would be none to happy with him. In fact, he wasn't even sure he'd be allowed back home after that stunt.

Jimmy was on his mind the most, though. As a boy, Jim had been in the exact same position. Been told that his father was killed in the line of duty, and to have that memory still with him and have to willingly force that news on his own son when it was completely false was something that made him take in a deep breath as he pulled into the driveway. Talking with Jimmy would be the toughest.

The drive ended, Jim arrived home and talked things over with his wife. His face was still red from the palm of her hand hitting him at full force, but he deserved it. The burning sensation on the left side of his face finally began to fade as he stood there, unsure of what to do with himself for a moment. He needed to talk to Jimmy. Even if the boy was asleep, he just wanted to see him, to be sure he was okay. Barbara had gone into the kitchen to make coffee, and Jim took the opportunity to wander up the steps to his son's room.

The door was mostly closed, but he pushed it open with a slight creak coming from the hinges. There he was, laying in bed. Curled up and most likely sleeping as soundly as he could. Despite him getting older and technically being a teenager by now, Jim still only saw his little boy laying there and smiled at the sight of at least some sort of peace. His steps were slow and quiet, but he made his way over to the bed, kneeling down and brushing a bit of the boy's blonde hair away from his eyes as he did so. He didn't mean to wake him, but such a peaceful looking sleep didn't need to be interrupted by a stray piece of hair waking him up.


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Posted: Jan 18 2012, 09:17 PM


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It had been a long couple days. Silence was something he was used to, given his own personal nature and his habits, however never had it gripped the Gordon household like it did now. He was thankful for the Summer break which meant that he wouldn’t have to face his peers in a time like this. Not that he had any doubt of being able to stay home if he wanted to were school in session. Having to contend with the day to day activities that were so mind numbingly boring was one thing. He could have handled it were it only that. Running into any of the kids who bullied him in light of recent events though, that was something that made his stomach churn.

After having spent most of the day in his room, Jimmy had wandered downstairs to the living room. The last time he had come down the stairs had been when his mother had been on the phone. He hadn’t been seen that time however. When he had heard the voice he had stopped about midway down the stairs and listened. From what he could gather, she was talking to grandma. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary however the tone had made him pause in his descent. He could tell that she’d been crying. She hadn’t whenever he was around.

Jimmy knew his mother well enough to know the brave face she put up for everyone. She was a strong woman and what more she was strong for her children. There was a certain vulnerability in her this time however that made him turn as quietly as he could and wander back up the stairs without a sound. The moment he would have entered the living room she would have hid it. Concealed it with that same expression that promised they’d be alright despite everything. He wouldn’t let her do that, not now. So he stayed in his room and let her grieve.

When he finally did come down, he spent the evening in her company. They didn’t have to say much, just being there was enough. He didn’t really want to say what he was thinking anyways. Most people would have just written it off as childlike stubbornness. He didn’t care about that though, not that he would tell anyone and give them the chance to form that opinion. What he feared most though was how his mother would react to it and he didn’t want to be the one to add to the same chest tightening pain he was sure she had as well.

Despite everything. Despite the lack of evidence, despite the shaky footage captured by news cameras, despite the house call they had received from Ramirez and Stephens. He had absolutely no tangible reason other than the thought that kept forming in his head. Dad isn’t dead. Sometimes he wondered if he thought it for long enough it would become true. That he’d either wake up to a reality where his father hadn’t taken a bullet or that it would all turn out to be an elaborate ruse. It seemed the only thing he was truly able to silently cling to. Never spoken out loud.

It grew late in the evening and while he’d been able to stay awake longer than he normally did, the young boy eventually made it back to his room. Even then however sleep never fully overcame him until much after he’d rested his head against the pillow. He drifted. Eyes closed, consciousness came and left him as the hours dragged on.

His lids fluttered when he felt a hand brush over his forehead. Blinking sleepily a few times, he had half expected to see his mother there. When he didn’t however, he merely stared for the briefest of moments. It felt like a dream.

“Did Batman save you daddy?”

JAMES GORDON
Posted: Jan 20 2012, 10:34 AM


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Talking with Barbara had been hard enough. He could tell from the look on her face when he first arrived home that she'd spent a good portion of the evening crying, but what more could he expect? Thinking back on even just a couple moments ago he felt another wave of guilt wash over him. It was nearly paralyzing, like a pit in his stomach and kept him from moving very much at all. He didn't have much to say to defend his actions either. Even though the Joker was now in custody, creating a sense of misery for his family wasn't really worth it, considering that was what he had been trying to avoid.

With Jimmy, it was different. He could go on about what happened that night. How he did in fact get shot. He could show him the bullet hole in the vest that he'd been wearing. Go on in detail about how he'd snuck himself into a SWAT convoy and kept up with the clown in the lower tunnel roads. Just another day at work, full of stories that he could tell the boy so long as he wanted to hear. But he kind of had a feeling that maybe Jimmy wouldn't want to hear about it at all. Jim tried recalling how he felt when he'd heard the news that his own father died. Had it all just been fabrication, he wouldn't have really wanted to hear about all the things that easily could've killed him otherwise.

So he kept quiet. Brushed that one stubborn piece of hair away from his son's face and smiled softly when he finally woke up. How deep a sleep he was actually in would be a mystery for him. He didn't want to wake him up but at the same time, he did. He wanted to make sure Jimmy was okay, and knew that he was safe at home again because that's what he would've wanted as a child as well.

Jimmy's eyes opened slowly and Jim's smile grew a tiny bit. At the question especially. He thought of the right words to say but could think of none at the moment. Luckily, Jimmy spoke first. Probably interrupted from a somewhat deep sleep, his voice was slightly groggy. Maybe he was still half asleep.

'Did Batman save you daddy?'

Taking in a breath, Jim shook his head just a bit. His smile stayed, and he continued to shake his head. All in disbelief, because even after he'd lived through the event he still couldn't necessarily believe what happened, happened. "Actually, this time.." He trailed off momentarily, his brows raising in tune with his disbelief. "I saved him."

He couldn't wipe the smile from his face now if he tried. Even as his phone began to ring and interrupt the reunion between himself and his son. He pulled the phone from his coat pocket and looked to Jimmy for a brief second, knowing that the boy hated when he was called away for work after he was already home. Considering the situation, he would have to leave. But for now, he only glanced over the text message that he'd received from Stephens, and then put the phone away. The officers at the station knew what he'd gone through and how important his family was to him. They, and that clown, could wait a bit.


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Posted: Jan 20 2012, 12:19 PM


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Sleep still hadn’t fully escaped him. He blinked a few more times as the stray hair was finally brushed out of his face and otherwise stayed relatively still. The whole time however, he kept his eyes up at dad. The part of him that refused to believe that he was dead seemed to merely accept the fact that he was there. That this wasn’t just some creation of his tired mind but that he was actually physically there, like it was the most normal thing in the world for his father to wander into his bedroom after he’d been pronounced dead. Another part of him however, the part that made him keep his eyes locked on him despite the groggy blinks, didn’t want to look away in case it wasn’t true. That if he took his eyes off him even for the briefest moment, he’d disappear out of existence.

On some level, the young boy knew the full realization of what his supposedly dead father there next to him in his room meant wouldn’t truly hit him until sometime later. Maybe after sleep it would come over him, when the morning came and he could wake up as if it had never happened at all. Or even after an hour or two if he wasn’t able to fall back asleep right away. At this point, he wasn’t quite sure if he would or he wouldn’t. There was almost a sense of limbo in him at the moment that made it a little difficult to tell for sure.

Whether he would fall back asleep or not however didn’t matter much to him at the moment though. In fact, the only thing he wanted to concentrate on at all was the fact that he was there. That he was there and breathing and alive. At the very back of his mind he knew that many of the kids at school would, mainly a particular few, would use this whole ordeal as fuel. But that, just like everything else at the moment, didn’t matter. They could wait until the school year started again, he didn’t care. His father was still alive and that was the only present thought in the young boy’s mind.

Then came the answer and his lips curled into the faintest of smiles. Whenever his father seemed to do anything that was too dangerous, the Batman had always been there to help. To save him whenever things got too deep and it was hard to keep treading. It was one of the things that Jimmy had always taken comfort in when his father was at work. There was a certain peace of mind knowing that Batman would be there when his dad needed the help. This time however, it was different. This time, his father had saved the Batman. His smile grew a little more at the thought of it and a sense of pride ran through him.

The smile faltered and escaped him however when the phone rang. Jimmy knew the sound of it all too well. A call on that phone normally meant that dad had to go back into work for one reason or another. It didn’t matter what time it was or what was happening at home. He’d have to go in. There were times when it upset Jimmy and others that merely accepted it as part of his father’s job. This time however it made him a little anxious that he would have to leave so soon after finally getting back to them.

“Do you have to leave already?”

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Posted: Jan 22 2012, 09:55 PM


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Jim could see that Jimmy was still half asleep, and he couldn't blame him for that. It was pretty late. The exact time, he didn't know. The thought didn't cross him to check his phone for the time as it wasn't what was important at the moment, but probably some time close to midnight. It wasn't too rare of an occasion that some nights, especially as of late, that he'd only just be getting home at this time. Regardless, he was rather tired himself. Even if he knew he wasn't going to be getting any sleep. At least, not a good night's sleep. That wouldn't happen until they had the psychopath locked up either at Blackgate or in a cell at Arkham.

Personally, Jim would've rather seen him rot at Blackgate. Lock him up in a solitary cell and throw away the key. Someone like the Joker brought out the worst in him, and made him think that some people deserved exceptions to the rules. That some people didn't have rights. Then again, the Joker wasn't really a person in the strictest sense of the word. Not in Jim's opinion anyway. But for tonight, his part of the job was done, and he tried his best to expel any thoughts of the terrorist from his head for at least the moment.

The text message that he'd received was simply a formality. A bit of necessary information from Stephens; one of the few of his most trusted cops that the clown was ready in the interrogation room. Really, he wouldn't be needed for very much time unless something went wrong, and with how easily the Joker was caught this time compared to a few other nights that week where he escaped capture, he kind of had the sinking feeling that something would. Either way, he wasn't in any hurry. He didn't even bother to send a text back to Stephens. Not that he really could anyway. He never did understand how the whole 'texting' thing worked. A phone call after a period of time, sure. But for now, he was busy.

After he'd read the message, he looked back to Jimmy and saw that his little smile that he'd managed in that tired state of his had faded. No doubt because of the ringing of the phone and all that that implied. Work was always interfering. More than when he was simply a Sargeant, anyway. As Lieutenant, there were obviously more responsibilities. More reason for him to have to be at work more often instead of there with his family. Now as Commissioner, he hated to even think about the time that he was going to have to spend away from Barbara and Jimmy.

Shaking his head, he ran his thumb over the screen of his phone before putting it back in the coat of his jacket and smiled some more. "Nope. It can wait." He said, forgetting for a moment that the phone had even rang. "Sorry for waking you up." His voice was still a bit softer than usual, probably because he still assumed that Jimmy was half asleep, despite his eyes being open and being aware that he'd received a phone call. No matter how important it was for him to have his son know he was still alive and well, a more simple feeling was just that of feeling slightly guilty for waking him at this time of night.


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Eyes watched him carefully behind tired blinking lids as the phone was looked over. Jimmy knew exactly what it meant when his father got a call or a text on his phone. Work. Ever since he’d gotten the promotion from sergeant to lieutenant he’d been spending more and more time away from home. He didn’t mind so much when he’d first gotten the job. The whole family had been proud of him, he deserved it. The pride would always be there however there was always a sense of loneliness that lingered with it now.

The house always seemed to be getting more and more empty. Babs had moved out and dad was never home. It was just Jimmy and mum that were around the house most of the time. It was hard sometimes but never had it been as hard as it was over the past couple of days. Jimmy could deal with the emptiness; he’d grown used to it despite occasionally getting irritable or sulky. Despite that however there was always the knowledge that dad would be coming home. There were some nights when he came home late and some nights when he came in after he’d gone to sleep but he always came home.

That was the difference. This time they couldn’t have even fathomed that he’d be coming back. That he’d be returning at all. Being dead normally meant that. But there he was, alive and breathing as if nothing had ever happened to him. Getting home late from and getting a call to go back in as if everything had just suddenly snapped back into some form of normalcy.

Part of the young boy wanted to reach out and touch him, just to make sure he was really there. All he did was watch him however. Observed his movements and his expression and watched as he put his phone away. It can wait. Jimmy’s frown remained for the briefest of moments before his features relaxed again.

He was awake now. Eyes completely open and no longer blinking sleepily. “That’s ok.” He responded softly to the apology. To be honest, he probably would have been more upset if he hadn’t woken up at all. If the father he’d been told was dead had managed to come in and out without even stirring him from sleep. Hours would have gone by and he’d remain not so blissfully unaware that he was still alive.

“What time is it?” It didn’t particularly matter a great deal, not to him anyways. At this point it could have been three in the morning and he still wouldn’t be going back to sleep any time soon.

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Posted: Jan 27 2012, 11:19 AM


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With his phone put back in its place in his pocket, Jim seemed content to stay there for a while with no more interruptions for the moment. Just a little while to be with his son despite what time it was and despite the fact that he should’ve been asleep. He knew more than anyone else just how often he was away from his family, and saw how it changed bits of Jimmy’s personality as he got older and with every promotion. How exactly was he going to break the news of his latest promotion, then? It’d keep him away far more than any of the others had. On call twenty four hours a day as usual, but with no one to pass the responsibility to if he couldn’t make it out to a scene.

For now, he kept the news to himself. It should’ve been a good thing. He should’ve been happy to have been promoted and planned a big thing with the family. Go out for dinner and take the kids out to do something fun. Not in Gotham City it wasn’t a good thing, though. He and Barbara had only briefly discussed it, they had both agreed that there were more cons to his promotion than pros. The pay raise would be nice he supposed, but the sacrifice of more time away from his family made that basically useless. Police weren’t paid that much. He did the job because he wanted to keep people safe, not for the money. With a quiet sigh, he kept the news to himself for the moment.

Smiling softly at Jimmy’s voice, he pulled the sleeve of his jacket back and glanced down at the face of the watch. “Looks like it’s.. 11:20. Pretty late.” He said, and shook his sleeve back down to cover the watch. “Why don’t you go back to sleep, buddy? You still sound pretty tired.” He said with another smile and a bit of a laugh in his voice, reaching up to cup Jimmy’s cheek.

It’d always been rather difficult for him to get the boy to go to sleep, in his experience. He always seemed so happy when he finally got home from a day’s work that it was almost like he physically couldn’t sleep. It was a habit Jim didn’t mind dealing with though. He was the same way with his dad when he was Jimmy’s age, always wanting to spend all the time he could with him.

Keeping his hand on Jimmy’s cheek, he brushed more of that blonde hair of his out of his way. Work would be waiting quite some time if Jimmy didn’t want to go back to sleep just yet, and he didn’t quite care about the consequences. Everyone in that room knew just about as much has he did about the Joker’s actions. He wasn’t really needed. More just strongly recommended to make a presence. It would be an opportunity to talk face to face with the psychopathic terrorist. But it wasn’t his priority at the moment, and wouldn’t be for some time to come.

I’m sorry for that scare.” He said after a moment’s pause, and frowned some himself. Then, another pause. He didn’t really know what else to say at the moment without delving into the information of his promotion, which he felt would have to break the news of in a more delicate manner.


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In his younger years, there were many times when he’d stayed up long enough to see dad get home. It didn’t quite matter to him what time it was or whether he should be in bed by the time he got there. The only thing that ever really crossed his mind when he decided to stay up was his wanting to see dad at least once during the day. It didn’t matter for how long, though he normally tried to stay up as long as he could manage; or rather as long as he could go avoiding the inevitable ‘it’s past your bed time’.

Some nights he stayed up with Babs and others he’d just pretend to be sleeping when he was told to go to bed, sneaking out of his room whenever he heard the front door open. Given how many years Babs was older than he was there, there had been many nights when she’d been able to stay up longer than him and the sleepy young boy was carried upstairs by mother. Telling her that he wasn’t tired yet despite the obvious blinking that was used to try and stay awake. He was older now though. Though he still tired as easily as he did when he was seven some nights, he was able to stay up for much longer. Some nights keeping to his room and reading a book until whenever it was that dad came back home.

That night however, he hadn’t so much as touched a book. While he enjoyed the escape that books often provided him, this wasn’t something he could escape. Not that he wanted to run away from it. No, he just wanted it to simply go away, like it never happened. Whether he couldn’t accept it or wouldn’t accept it was still something that was open to debate but now it would be irrelevant. Rendered mute by the sudden appearance of his father who was, besides looking tired, was alive and well.

“I’m not that tired.” He said, no longer blinking sleepily. If whatever dad had received on his phone meant that he’d have to go back in at some point tonight then it was very likely that Jimmy would stay up past that. Whether he’d stay up until dad got back home again was up in the air but he’d certainly try to. Being that it was still the summer holidays, it wasn’t like Jimmy had anything to be up early for. Besides, within a day or two he’d have his sleeping pattern correct again if it did end up coming to that.

Jimmy kept his eyes on dad when he frowned again. ‘The scare’ as dad called it would be a sensitive topic around the Gordon house for a while to come. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what to say about it at all. Now that he actually began to thin on in, it was a mixed feeling of relief that his father was in fact still alive and contempt over having been left in the dark. Not only for himself however but for the state it had put his mother in as well. In all his young years he’d never seen his mother at such a low.

Part of him wanted to simply say that it was ok, but he couldn’t bring himself to. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that he understood why dad had done what he did. He’d like to think that part of him did understand and another part of him didn’t care because he was still alive.

“Just, don’t do that again.” The words were soft and he never took his eyes off of him as he said it. He didn’t want to stay upset at him, not over this and certainly not when he’d finally come home. Jimmy just wanted things to go back to the way they were, no matter how much work kept dad away from home.

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Posted: Feb 1 2012, 11:40 AM


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The fact that Jimmy claimed not to be tired wasn't at all surprising to Jim. It was like he was five years old again, staying up and pushing how late he could physically stay awake just to get a few moments in to spend time with dad. While he deeply appreciated the gesture and was grateful that his son enjoyed spending time with him that much, it worried him as well. Undue stress on the boy with waiting for him to come home as well as some kind of sleep deprevation, if it got to be too out of hand. Jim had lived through the situation Jimmy was just put in, however. Only his dad never came home, so he tried not to be too patronizing with his with for him to go back to sleep.

"Yeah, you say that now." He said with a smile, and ruffled Jimmy's hair in an attempt to lighten the mood somewhat. "What are you going to do? Sleep in until noon just 'cause it's summer break?" He asked, and in the back of his mind wondered when the last time he was able to do that was. Not since Jimmy had been born, at least. Most likely a great deal of time before that, even. Unless he was sick, he probably hadn't slept in that late since his teenage years.

In a way though, he also wanted Jimmy to stay awake for as long as he could. He wanted to be able to stick around until he was so tired that he simply couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, so that he didn't miss any more time with him tonight than he already had. He would stay home so long as Jimmy was awake, because he knew he owed him that much at least for all the trauma he'd probably unintentionally put him through.

He wasn't surprised either when Jimmy didn't outwardly forgive him for 'the scare' that he'd manufactured. Not surprised, not disappointed, he just accepted the fact that there wasn't any 'it's okay' along with that request for him not to do such a thing again. The words that for some reason coupled with the way he spoke them made him breathe a quiet sort of laugh, and he nodded. "I won't, I promise."

Walking over to the other side of Jimmy's room, he pulled the chair from behind his desk and carried it over to the bed, knowing that he should tell him about his promotion as well. It was important, and he had never been one to keep things from his children. Especially not Jimmy, who was so prone to finding things out on his own. With a tired heave of breath, he sat down and smiled again at his son. He wouldn't tell him just yet, not wanting the conversation to be one-sided.

"When everything's all settled down, we need to have a vacation day. Just you and me." When everything would be settled down, he didn't know off hand. But it couldn't be much longer. Especially now that the Joker was being withheld at a police station. "What do you think?"


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Jimmy’s sleeping pattern as a boy had never typically entailed going to sleep when he was told to. There had never been many outright refusals to go to bed, the effort that would go into that was simply something that escaped him as he blinked sleepily while telling either his mother or his father that he wasn’t tired yet. The later on the other hand, came very often. Protest about not being tired and at times sneaking out of his room when no one was looking. The moment his head hit the pillow however, it was no more than a matter of minutes before he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer.

As he got older, this changed. Of course there were still the occasional protests however it was something that he put less and less effort into as time went on. Not that he always went to sleep straight away as he was told to, he simply saw it as wasted effort to start an argument about it when he could simply slip out of his bed once they thought him asleep. More often than not when he did decide to stay up later, he either found himself reading a book or climbing out the window to go sit on the roof.

“I could.” He said to the idea of sleeping in until noon. It was after all, as his father had just said, summer break. Jimmy certainly didn’t have anywhere important to be in the morning and it was likely that he’d spend the day at home anyways. “It’s not like I have to be somewhere tomorrow.” He continued, pondering momentarily. It was often that he actually did sleep for that long, no matter what time he went to sleep at the night before. This time however, he didn’t particularly care whether or not he did if it meant he could stay with dad just a moment longer now.

Watching quietly as dad went over and went to gather his desk chair over to sit in, Jimmy simply laid in his bed just as quiet and observant as ever. When he brought the chair over however he pushed himself up in his bed, blankets sliding down a bit as he sat up. When dad settled in his new seat and put out his proposal for a vacation, Jimmy tilted his head slightly. He looked thoughtful however the mere idea of it made the tiniest of smiles play on his lips. Being that his father was always so busy with work, it was hard not being able to spend a lot of time with him. While a vacation with just the two of them wouldn’t make up for the lost days of the past, it certainly wasn’t something he’d turn down.

“I think that sounds good.” The words were soft as he said them despite the his excitement at the idea. “…what about mum and Babs though?” While he loved them both dearly he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of selfishness in wanting to spend time with dad on his own.

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His son's sleeping patterns actually reminded him a lot of his own. He could remember wanting to stay up until his dad got home as well, and often times he'd get his little brother in just as much trouble as he did with their not going to bed when they were told. Of course, that amount of trouble was never very much. Jim's father was happy that they wanted to stay up and greet him at the door, in whispers so as not to wake up their mother. They would stay at the top of the steps and wave to him as he came in through the door, and stay up there until he wandered up and carried them both back to bed. So it was gratifying that Jimmy cared enough to want to stay up so that on those more busy days, he could at least see him one time before he went to sleep.

As a parent though, Jim wanted his children to get the optimum amount of sleep. They could count on the fact that he'd be there the next morning or the next day if he didn't see them then. He wanted to be able to come home on time. He hadn't taken on a night shift in years due to the fact that he had a family to be there for. More often than not though, it seemed that his request for a certain shift was just ignored. With his promotion, he knew he'd have less time with them, and the thought drew his smile downward some.

"You could, couldn't you?" He asked, smile returning quickly at just the sound of Jimmy's voice. Of course he had nowhere to be, summer break and all. Back when he was younger he can remember the three of them, before his adopted daughter came into their lives, wandering up state near the beach and spending the weekend there when he had the time off. Or going back to Chicago to visit family there. Something aside from working all the time.

Nothing that drastic would be in order though. They didn't really need a weekend long vacation, nice though that would be. Just a day to catch up. And come to think of it, days like that wouldn't be too hard to have in the future either. It might've seemed like he worked twenty four seven, but there were the occasional days off. What better way than to spend it with Jimmy? He was thirteen already. In just a few short years, he'd probably be wanting to head off on his own. Any time he could spend with him, he would spend with him. With space, of course. Jim was never overbearing. He just happened to be lucky in the sense that his children liked to spend time with him.

"We could do something with them too if you'd like. But you know mom. She'll just want to get a bunch of housework done and we'd have to see if Babs' schedule was open." Days off with the entire family were much harder to coordinate than just with Jimmy, who at the moment had no school and no responsibilities. Shrugging, he continued. "What, do I have cooties or something?" He asked, and smirked jokingly.



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There was little chance of his going back to sleep now that he was sitting up. True, though fatigue still lingered over his eyes lightly, it was only a matter of time before it dissipated all together. Whether or not dad stayed for the rest of the night or ended up having to go to work again wouldn’t change that, though how long he stayed up exactly would be influenced by it. If he left, Jimmy would be staying up all night; all morning too if he ended up staying out that long. Even if sleep wanted to wash over him again he’d be waiting close to the door for dad to come back again. Only then would he go back to sleep.

He tilted his head slightly as he noticed the slight frown. No matter if his next smile was genuine; there wasn’t much that he could hide from him. Jimmy liked to think that his father was one of the few things knew like the back of his own hand. He knew his mannerisms and he could tell when there was something he wasn’t saying. Despite his curiosity of what it might be or whether he was just imagining it however, he didn’t want to push anything. If the feeling was still there, he would ask tomorrow. For now, he was content simply knowing that his father was still alive.

A small nod was given when the other factors were taken into consideration. Those things were true; though he was sure they’d both make time to do something. Babs would anyways, he thought. His mother on the other hand would likely be content simply having dad spend a night in just for the family. They needed it and now that Joker was in custody, hopefully it was something they could make at least a few days of. It would have been nice to think more of long the lines of it being something they could do more of but he knew his father and he knew his father’s job to know well enough that they’d make due with what time together they could get.

Breathing out a small laugh as his lip curled upwards, Jimmy entertained the notion of dad having cooties. It certainly wasn’t a term he used very often now that he was older. “Maybe just a little bit.” He said with a bit of a smirk of his own, thankful for the light hearted conversation. It wasn’t exactly the type of conversation he’d imagined having with someone he was lead to believe was dead, but he’d take it. Cause right now, nothing else mattered.

“So, just a day trip then?” He asked, pondering a moment before shifting his sitting position a little. “What’ll we do?” There wasn’t much that Jimmy would object to doing, if there was anything. All that really mattered was being able to spend time with him.

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At some point, Jim would put his foot down and request a few days off to be with the entirety of his family. The four of them could take a trip somewhere for a weekend and be back in time for the work week yet again. Thinking over this, he remembered Commissioner Loeb taking a few weekends off here and there. The job came with a great deal more responsibilities, but the title of Commissioner was just that; a title. He didn't have to be expected to do nearly as much field work as he had as an officer, a Sergeant, a detective, or Lieutenant. It was designed to be a desk job, an overseer of sorts. Then again, Loeb allowed such a great deal of corruption to seep through the cracks of his department through his own selfishness. Jim wasn't going to let that happen. Until a good deal of the problem was solved, a grandiose vacation would have to be put on hold.

Keeping his eyes on his son, he watched as he became more and more awake, from being in what he had at first assumed to be a relatively deep sleep. His thoughts were drifting, and he remembered back when he'd been given the news of his own father's death how he'd been in such a tired state for the few days after that. His sleep wasn't good, but it took him a lot to wake him up. The days blended together and he didn't really feel awake until he really needed to be. Another wave of guilt washed over him at that point for having put Jimmy in potentially that very mindset for only a few hours, but it was quickly pushed aside as something not to dwell upon. He was very much alive, and Jimmy seemed to have forgiven him. The next day he would have a talk with him about it. A serious talk, father to son about what exactly went on and how what he did was the wrong thing. A lesson in responsibilty, perhaps. For now though, light-hearted, casual conversation was just fine.

Again, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Another text message, probably from Stephens again. Instead of looking at it though, he reached into his pocket and turned the phone off. The station could wait. The Joker wasn't going anywhere and the staff on duty were more than capable of at least putting him in a cell for tonight, even if he wasn't particularly comfortable with that decision. Mayor Garcia had said it; the clown would keep until morning. Though his faith in Garcia was faltering at the moment too, given the promotion he'd received in such an exposed state.

At the joke from Jimmy, Jim pouted his lip a bit but quickly smiled again and curled his hand into a loose fist, nudging the boy's shoulder playfully. "I'm not really sure. But we'd have the whole day off so I'm sure we could think of something." Shrugging again, he stifled a yawn and glanced up at the time briefly just for curiosity's sake, shifting his eyes from Jimmy to the clock on his wall, and then back to him. "We could go somewhere, or stay in. Doesn't really matter." Grinning again, he pulled the same card he usually pulled to avoid making an unpopular decision. "You pick."



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The past few days seemed a lot longer than the time that had actually passed. Jimmy could remember having wanted to go with dad to this funeral procession for the late Commissioner Loeb, at least then he wouldn’t have been alone. But his dad wasn’t going to be there simply as a spectator, he was there to work. To make sure that, with all of the chaos Gotham was being exposed to, nothing happened. But something had happened, and it shattered the Gordon household until there was barely anything left to cling to. Despite the fact that there were still two people living in the house, it felt empty and bare of everything.

Now however, it was almost as if his father’s mere presence and return had illuminated that feeling the house had entirely. Almost. The feeling was something that was always going to linger over them, threatening to return every time dad went on another dangerous job or took another dangerous step with some criminal or mobster. Jimmy had accepted a long time ago that it was something that his family would never truly escape.

Tilting his head a little, the young boy considered the possibilities of what they could do. There wasn’t particularly anything that immediately jumped out at him though, given that going out wasn’t something they did very often. Part of Jimmy just wanted to spend the day at home doing something simple. Another part of him wanted to go out and take this chance to do something that they normally didn’t have the time to. Either way though, there was just one thing he was certain of. The only thing he wanted to do was spend time with his dad; time that couldn’t be interrupted by a call to work or by the ever evolving criminals that were taking another step up from their usual activities. Maybe just go somewhere quiet so they could talk and not have to think about everything that’s happened, even if only for a few hours.

Silence passed between them for a moment as he continued to ponder this. Mulling over possibilities and the more he did the more he didn’t want to stay at the house. He hadn’t been outside since before he watched the shooting take place on the television yesterday afternoon. The fresh air and the change of scenery would be welcome.

“What about the clock tower?” He asked, still turning the idea around in his head. “We could take a walk there if you wanted?” His eyes turned back towards his dad after having wandered away during thought. It was a fairly long walk to the clock tower from here, but there weren’t many people who visited the old building and somehow being at the very top of it made him feel removed from the city and everything it entailed. Jimmy had always considered it to be an escape of sorts and once his father finished things with the clown, they could escape there together.

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If Jimmy didn't necessarily want to go anywhere, Jim was entirely fine with that. Plans that involved going somewhere else, even within Gotham City were always a bit more difficult to see through to the end due to his schedule. Not for lack of trying, but serious crimes never seemed to take a break in Gotham, and nearly every part of the city was a potential target. Even the safest areas had their levels of crime. Burglaries, assaults, even the occasional intentional building fire or shooting. Granted, a great deal of it had gone down in the past year or so, but even with the Joker in custody, Jim was wary of going just anywhere.

When the clock tower was suggested, Jim raised his brows in a bit of surprise and smiled. "That old building?" He asked in a tone of almost disbelief, but was actually incredibly relieved that Jimmy picked out such a safe venue. The clock tower was located in the same district as the police station, and was actually the source of a great deal of the city's tourism dollars. Made back in the Victorian age, many people passing through made an effort to stop by and take a look around inside the tower. Some said it was haunted, some said it was unsafe, but every old building had it's urban legends.

"Actually, I think that's a great idea." He said, still smiling. "We haven't been up there in a long time, huh?" He could remember a few trips with Barbara after things had calmed down in the department and Jimmy was a few years old. The building was in a bit better condition back then simply because more years had not had a chance to wear on the foundations, and they'd always gone during the day. Jim had more days off back then, when he was simply an officer. Thinking on it, he really wished he'd gotten demoted earlier that night instead of promoted.

Despite going back to work being the very last thing that he wanted to do, Jim was well aware of the fact that he had to. To check in on his team at the very least, and possibly ask the Joker a few questions even though he would've much rather left that to someone who was more apt to using force to receive answers. Jim could on occasion have a temper, but he always kept it under control. To the point where it was almost useless, at times. People wanted the Joker dead for what he'd done to Gotham City in the span of only a few days. Jim, quite honestly, was one of those people. But not by tempers flaring and people going out of control. The justice system would deal with him, and he would receive ample punishment for his actions the right way.

"But for now, I think it's time for you to go back to sleep, kiddo. And as soon as this whole mess is dealt with, we'll take a trip to the clock tower, just you and me." At that point, he reached over to the blanket on the bed and pulled it over Jimmy's head just as he did when he was a little boy, and chuckled quietly as he stood back up, and wrapped an arm around the blanket-covered Jimmy in a hug. "Sweet dreams, buddy. Love you."



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