Your commissioner Jim has always had a special place in your heart, and without you knowing you had one in his too, it should've made sense; I mean the check-ins, the coffees, running together. but neither of you would make the first move.

You and Jim were in a squad car outside a Gotham bodega, watching out the joker while he spoke to Batman or as you know him; Bruce, over the walkie. You were stationed in the front seat with Gordon gun at the hip, the two of you Sharing secret glances