You were waiting atop of the rooftop of Gotham’s police station — flickering the Bat-signal on and off as you found yourself bored. Here, you were waiting for the Batman to arrive. Wanting to meet him face to face, you needed to ensure the vigilante wasn’t a threat to your work as new commissioner. After Jim gordon had retired to spend time with his family, the title was soon passed down to you and you decided you were going to work under different terms.

“where is he?” You said to yourself with a heavy sigh

Suddenly you felt a soft gust of wind and a familiar voice speak from behind you.

“Commissioner.” His voice deep and intimidating. There he was