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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 12:06:32 GMT -5
The day started like any other, Barbara woke up at 6:30am on the dot, and she looked out the window at the frozen over apartment complexes of Gotham Heights.
The snow had built up and froze the glass shut, beautiful fractals and designs danced upward, and she smiled. The redhead sat up and stretched her arms and moved her legs over the bed, standing, crunching her toes against the carpet. She loved that feeling.
Walking out of her room, she stepped against the cold tile floors and down to the kitchen, cracking open the refrigerator door to find breakfast for her father before she woke up. The fourteen year old Barbara Gordon found sausages, eggs, and a carton of orange juice; she struggled to take it all out at once and rested them on the table.
She wanted everything to be perfect before he got up for work, even going as far as climbing the counter to find his #1 Dad mug for coffee. It had been hard for Jim Gordon, as he was on his way to another promotion in the midst of his divorce that only stunted it. The youngster didn’t want him to think about anything at all, she wanted him to relax.
The eggs were sunny side up, the sausage links were peppered and cut into small bite size pieces, the toast popped out of the toaster, and the coffee maker bubbled its last drips of caffeine into his favorite mug. Black, two sugars, just the way dad liked it, and by default, her favorite as well.
Hearing footsteps, coming down the steps of the stairway, Barbara quickly set the table, yet didn’t have time to clean any of the mess she made. The only thing missing was a cliché flower in a vase, though she never understood why that happened to make fathers happy in those cereal commercials. Dammit, she forgot the Raisin Bran.
“Morning, daddy!” The redhead greeted as her father came into view.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 2:23:39 GMT -5
The divorce had been hard on Lieutenant James Gordon. A man that was married to the job more than his former wife. The divorce was already going through. At least he had his daughter Barbara. She is what made his life worth living. To keep going in a city like Gotham. When he got up his head hurt. He couldn't remember much from the night before. He didn't drink as much as block it all out. His wife leaving him along with his son hit the man hard. So hard that it somewhat affected his job. Although not too much. He still did the best he could. Even if Commissioner Loeb was breathing down his neck and others gave him endless amounts of grief for going after other cops. This was the life of commissioner Gordon. He stood up from his bed, put on his glasses. He was still getting used to sleeping in a large bed alone.
He could smell something, what was it? Breakfast? His daughter must have made breakfast for him. She was trying so hard after her mom, and his wife left. She really was what made this life worth living. He took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. The bright sunlight that was entering through the blinds hurt his sensitive eyes. He had just woke up, he was tired and sore. The divorce wasn't really treating him that well. He walked over to the coffee maker and got himself a cup of what Barbara made. She made it correctly. She was very good at making him happy. In the face of everything Jim Gordon has went through, he could always count on his daughter to make it better. He got a cup of coffee and moved to the kitchen table all without speaking. He then sat down and broke the silence.
"Now Barbara, you didn't have to all this for your old dad. I really do appreciate it though. You got the coffee right. Breakfast smells delicious." He took a sip of his coffee. It tasted much better than the stale stuff he always had at the department. He knew that there would be a very long day ahead of him. There was currently a serial killer loose. One that Gordon would have to catch. However now it was time to spend with his daughter. He wanted to sit with her, eat breakfast with her and talk about her plans for the weekend.
These are the kind of moments that Jim Gordon wanted to last forever.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 2:55:43 GMT -5
"As it should. I made it after all!" Barbara's smirk expressed just how much she was into herself. Humility wasn't one of the youngster's strong suits, but it managed to get a laugh out of the rising cop. "Look, dad..." Barbara said, now moving to the opposite side of the table and resting her hands on the chair. "I just want to tell you that... I know these are hard times for you. And I'm not going to promise you that days aren't going to be any easier, but..."
Barbara smirked again, this time a little more uncertain of herself. "But at least you can have breakfast cooked by your daughter." She said hoping the anology would stick.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 22:12:25 GMT -5
Gordon smiled. "Hard times? Who said times were hard?" He said happily, followed by a chuckle. "How could times be hard with a daughter like you? Your mom leaving... That has been difficult. I know. Probably more for you than for me. Though you're still here. In Gotham, with me." He paused for a moment. Taking a drink of his coffee. It actually tasted decent. Barbara knew how to make it. It wasn't the cheap and stale kind he'd have at the department. It was different. It had more of a home feel to it. "Your mother. You know I love her right? She just seems to think that I love the job more. Hell... Maybe she's right. What do I know? I'm just an old cop. I'll be in this city forever. With a badge, with a gun. To solve the Commissioners problems." He frowned for a moment, though he didn't want to look sad in front of his daughter. She was doing her best to make him happy. He needed to show that it was working. Even if she might think that it wasn't.
"I really appreciate you making this. You didn't have to. I usually grab breakfast at that diner down the street. You know, the one near the department?" He sighed for a moment, looking away. That diner had been where he ate breakfast for two years now. Before that his wife made him breakfast. It isn't that she wanted to stop making breakfast for him. It's that he started working later and later. Then Batman showed up. It was all a mess to say the least. He loved her. With all his heart he loved her. Maybe he loved the job more. Keeping people safe. Bringing law to a lawless city like Gotham. his mission. Everything he stood for. More than his own wife? how could a man choose a job over his wife? It wasn't right. It wasn't who he was. But it's what happened.
He held his head up, starting to eat what his daughter prepared. "Okay, so maybe times are a little difficult. But, at least I have you."
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