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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 21:54:04 GMT -5
"Chicago?" Gordon inquired with curiosity. He wondered who his daughter could possibly be talking to in a city like Chicago. Fairly far away from Gotham. Gordon knew that younger people liked to make friends with strangers online in strange cities, the idea was foreign to him. Why search online when you live in a city of several million? He didn't understand and he probably never will. He wanted to support his daughter, he did. He just never wanted her to visit Chicago. The CPD was even more corrupt than the GCPD. It was dangerous and a living hell for a clean police officer. The daughter of one and the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department wouldn't last long.
Maybe he was being unreasonable, but everything that made him think about losing his daughter made him paranoid. He couldn't fathom losing the rest of what he had. His first wife, his second wife. His own son. All he had was his job. His job and his daughter. Even his job has became a tiresome task. Each morning he woke up, going through the same routine a bit slower than the day before. He was getting old. He wouldn't be able to keep his job forever. He'd do everything in his power to keep Gotham safe, and in turn keep Barbara safe.
"Tell me about your friend in Chicago." Gordon was silent for a moment, deep in thought. He didn't even notice the long pause of silence.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 13:22:43 GMT -5
"Yeah, Chicago." Barbara replied, twirling more spaghetti. "He's a computers expert, really brilliant. He's an investor and a businessman. Very sincere, it's like he actually cares about me; I haven't felt that from anyone other than you in a while. I met him on an online forum and we've been instant messaging for a few months now. We seem to have a lot in common, and the thing is neither of us know each other's names. Maybe it's a good thing, but that's the power of the internet I suppose." Barbara smiled and took in a mouthful of her spicy pasta. She knew it was merely a fling, and she had no business talking to anyone about BEEB, but in her mind, she felt that someone as computer illiterate as her father wouldn't know what to do with such information. If she ever met this mysterious friend of hers, Barbara would have to
"You grew up in Chicago, right?" Barbara asked, as if she didn't have a photographic memory. Small talk was cheap, but this dinner surely wasn't.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 23:55:43 GMT -5
Gordon listened attentively when his daughter talked about this strange man in Chicago. It sounded to him like he was very similar to his daughter. Gordon knew that people lied online, just because he wasn't the most tech savvy didn't mean that he hasn't seen it before. He was a police officer, he has seen cyber crimes quite a bit in the last decade. Now that it was known that you could hurt someone just with the internet and a computer, the GCPD has had trouble with Cyber Crimes and even had its own Cyber-Crimes division. Gordon didn't spend much time with that lot. He knew he shouldn't worry about Barbara when it came to that. She could take care of herself, she was a grown woman.
When asked about growing up, James almost didn't want to answer. His childhood wasn't anything special. He becam a cop, had children and ended up in Gotham. Not a very amusing story for most. The civilians would rather think he had a much more interesting backstory. Just for the fact that Police Commissioner James Gordon was known as a hero of Gotham City. "Yes, I did." Gordon answered, he now waited for questions to be asked. He never told Barbara very much about his childhood. Much about growing up. He wasn't hiding from it, he just didn't care as much as one should.
He was where he is now and that's what matters. The present.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 8:05:35 GMT -5
Taking her wine glass to her lips, Barbara expected more of a response out of her father, maybe she struck a raw nerve that made him quiet. She took a long and dragged out gulp, and kept drinking until the glass was empty. The redhead set it down carefully and reviewed her meal, there was nothing left; and she began to wonder just how long they’ve been sitting at the restaurant. Barbara figured that dessert was out of the question, instead, she leaned forward—eyes closed, elbows on the table, next to her empty plate—and she sighed, resting her chin against her hands. Feeling the punishment from the wine, dizzy with a stomach as heavy as lead, the daughter of the commissioner took a deep long sigh.
Several thoughts bounced around her brain, one of them being when the check would come by but she figured if anything, she could take her time with her father. “Tell me what it was like, dad.” Barbara mumbled, still keeping her eyes closed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 13:26:58 GMT -5
He was definitely surprised when Barbara asked about Chicago again. He supposed it didn't do any harm to talk about it. Maybe he didn't remember it as well as he should. He did his very best in Gotham with Barbara, his wife. His son James JR and his daughter Barbara. He figured that Barbara would ask questions about his early life at some point. He figured it would be a bit earlier though. He was getting older, Barbara was getting older. Those years in Chicago seem extremely far off. For some reason he wanted to put those behind him. He wanted to move on from his past. Not Chicago specifally maybe but his entire past. Events that happened while he was Commissioner, While he was a regular cop in the GCPD and most of all his little girl getting hurt. That's what he wanted to be away from.
"It isn't called the windy city just for tourists and T-shirts. It's big, it is really a pain in the ass to drive around. Especially in the winter. I don't think it's any worse than Gotham though. And Gotham is my home now." James believed in what he said. Gotham was his home. He was the commissioner of the GCPD and his daughter was here. Everything he cared about now was in Gotham. Chicago was a part of life that he moved on from. While he can have memories and remember it. For James Gordon it would be best if he stayed in the present. Thought about things that mattered. Like his job, and most of all. His daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 8:05:36 GMT -5
There was a column in the Gotham Gazette that described all the reasons why Gotham was good, or why civilians should stay in the city after gas attacks and threats of nuclear war. It usually had a five to six reasons, like a countdown, and usually had some fluff about the multiculturalism and the melting pot of true America as its last point. As the night wore on, it became evident to Barbara that none of the reasons ever written in that column kept her father planted in the city.
The redhead, more awake than she was a moment ago, wheeled over to the commissioner of police and did her best to wrap her hands around him as the chairs proved difficult. “Thanks, daddy.” She simply said softly, resting her head on his shoulders, only opening one eye as the waiter brought the check. She dug quickly in her purse and placed her card on the bill, before her father could react.
She wanted to hold onto that moment; sure photographic memory was great, but it wasn’t anything compared to the moment itself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 17:29:17 GMT -5
James noticed that he and his daughter had finished their meals, and the conversation wasn't alive as it first was. His mind was occupied. He had an all too tough week. Every day anymore felt the same. He had to deal with something that felt too difficult to deal with. He didn't give up though. He kept going, he kept giving the GCPD all he had to make sure the people of Gotham were safe. When his daughter paid for the meal he sighed with a smile. He didn't want her to pay, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop her.
"I'm proud of you Barbara. So proud. You know that right?" It was often that doubt would fill the mind of the Commissioner. He did his very best to protect his daughter. He blamed himself for the night he got shot though. He couldn't help but blame himself. He was a police officer sworn to protect that couldn't even protect his own daughter in the city they lived in together. "You don't want to hear sentiments from your dear old dad." He smiled, standing up. He was sore. It seemed he had to sit a very long time on a hard wood chair. Not exactly comfortable for people his age. He noticed that it was getting rather late. He'd have to return to work sooner or later.
"This was really fun, I had a blast. Next time you should let me pay, huh?" He laughed. It was good to spend this time with her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2015 9:23:00 GMT -5
There weren’t a lot of things to be proud of; ever since her forced retirement from Batgirl, Barbara felt that she no longer needed to lie to her father about anything anymore. Things seemed to always get her sucked in. She wasn’t apart of Batman’s game anymore, she was doing her own thing, she was managing her own team, she was becoming what she was meant to be since she first saw the Batman up close at thirteen years old in her father’s office. Still, it felt like ever since that day she’s been keeping things from him. From the very reason she was doing well in school, to her late night escapades in a black and blue bat suit. Now there was this. The reason the Clock Tower was hers, why she still didn’t get any sleep, or even the reason she could even afford their meal. At this point, it was the only fulfillment she was getting out of life, and for her, it was worth it.
Barbara released him from her hug as her card came back, ”Yeah, I know you are, it’s the only reason I have the strength to keep going.” She said signing the bill and turning her chair to face the door. ”I guess being a cop or not, I couldn’t have stopped this from happening. It’s more of a blessing in disguise really, I wouldn’t have found out what I love if I hadn’t been forced to try to do something with myself.”
As the two Gordon’s exited Big Bruno’s, the both of them smiling, Barbara had to address in one snide comment, “You can try to pay next time, but you’re getting a bit too old to keep up.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 18:39:25 GMT -5
The aging police commissioner smiled while watching his daughter walk away. He was glad to share this time with her. Now it was time to go back to work. Gotham had been rather chaotic over the past week or so. If he had been telling the truth, he has been having a hard time with that. A hard time with his job. His daughter being healthy and a alive? That's all he wanted, and frankly he wouldn't have it any other way.
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