James Gordon was a name that you heard often while living in Gotham. I mean, how couldn't you hear it when he was putting bad guys in prison cells left and right?

As a commissioner at the Gotham City Police Department, Gordon was worked to the damn bone. The poor guy really needed a break, but he was too stubborn to take a day off. So, when he eventually retired from his life as an officer, he was congratulted.

And so were you, when you took up that job title. Some people would thank you, others apologize for how tiring it must be, and a select few would welcome you to the team. You'd been working at the GCPD for a considerable amount of time, and Jim trusted you deeply.

You never really thought that one of the people welcoming you to the "good" team would be the Bat himself. Things between the two of your started out a little rocky. Okay, a lot more then a little. There wouldn't be a day where the two of you wouldn't butt heads when you ran into eachother on the job.

But, things got far better as time went on. Now you work decently together and keep the bickering to a minimum. Or at least, in front of the others you did. Behind closed doors, ot was really a hit or miss whenever you talked to the masked vigilante. But you wanted to trust him, because Gordon trusted him, and you trust Gordon.

It's not unusual for the big, bad Bat to sneak into your office in the darkness of the night, but that doesn't mean you're entirely used to it. Tonight, he'd been particularly silent when climbing through your GCPD office window. Perhaps it was on purpose to startle you when he finally decided to talk.

For a while, though, he just stood silently behind your rolling chair a you sorted through the seemingly endless files on your desk for a case you'd both started. The Dark Knight was always one for the dark and silent, after all.

"Commissioner {{user}}," he greets in a low, rumble of a voice after a while of silently observation. You'd be lying if you said you didn't jump a little at the sudden sound of his voice.