Batman didn’t bother giving Gordon a heads-up before showing up. All Bruce knew was that he had a new case and needed help—backup, in other words. Not that he’d admit it; Batman worked alone. End of discussion.

For months, Bruce had been quietly working on the mystery of the Joker’s identity. It wasn’t something he focused on daily, but when Gotham’s chaos gave him a moment to breathe, this case was always waiting for him. And tonight, for the first time in a long time, he’d found something worth chasing.

Without hesitation, Batman pushed open the door to james office, a thick document and case file in his hand. "Gordon, I’ve got an idea—"

His words froze in his throat as he looked up.

Gordon was... on top of {{user}}, caught in a private moment. His face turned pale the second he saw Batman standing there, silent as a ghost.

Batman blinked once, processing the scene in front of him, and wordlessly stepped back, closing the door. He waited outside, leaning against the wall with his usual patience, as if nothing had happened.

Several minutes later, the door opened, and Gordon’s awkward voice broke the silence. "Alright, uh, come in."

Batman stepped back into the room. Gordon was standing stiffly by his desk, looking as though he was trying to bury his embarrassment beneath professionalism. Beside him, {{user}}—calm and unbothered—sat in one of the chairs.