Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 21:06:32 GMT -5
Gotham City, March of 2009.
For Police Commissioner James Gordon of Gotham city and his daughter Barbara Gordon, it was a fairly common spring day. Not much was out of place. Which may seem odd in Gotham city, but it was a calm and serene feeling for both the commissioner and his daughter. Even if the chaos of Gotham normally kept James from speaking and spending time with his daughter, he was glad whenever the city was quiet enough for him to see her.
Even when Gotham was in it's chaotic state that would be concluded as 'normalcy' for the city. The ever so busy Police Commissioner would always find time for his daughter. Barbara was easily one of the commissioners favorite people. Gordon loved his daughter unconditionally. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his daughter.
The endless crime in Gotham city, the constant state of despair and dismay in the city along with the hardships of being the Police Commissioner of a fairly corrupt police force in one of the biggest crime filled cities in the United States. A job that would break almost any other man. Not James, when James needed comfort he always looked to his daughter. Whenever he needed a helping hand or to escape from the realities of his job just for a moment, Barbara was there.
For James his work took up most of his time. This has what caused him to distance himself from his family. His wife, his son, his daughter as well. No matter the time Jim spent with his job, Barbara always welcomed him with open arms. Even when Gordon's wife left for Chicago, Barbara chose to stay in Gotham with her father. That was something that James would never forget.
It was evening, Gordon and his daughter were spending time together. A fresh pot of coffee had been made, James was sitting on the couch looking at the family album. It had been a slow night, which was just fine for Gordon and his daughter. Barbara was sitting next to her father, helping him with the album. That was when the calm silence was broken. There was a knock at the door.
Barbara stood up without hesitation, James remembered her mentioning something about a friend visiting later in the night. The man smiled softly, watching his daughter walk to the door with her cup of coffee. When Barbara opened the door, it wasn't who she was expecting. It was someone entirely different.
It was a man with a pale white face, makeup that made him resemble a clown, of some sort. The man wore clothing that a normal beach goer would wear. Shorts, a camera along with a beach hat and a flower shirt. Barbara quickly noticed that this man was the Joker, and it didn't take a Police Commissioners daughter to notice that he was pointing a revolver right at her.
Barbara had no time to react, The Joker pulled the trigger. A loud bang was followed by Barbara Gordon being pushed back and falling into the Coffee table where James was sitting with pure force. This caused James quite an amount of shock for a moment. He sat there in what felt like an eternity. His daughter was shot by a maniac. He has been a police officer for so long. Yet when his daughter was shot. James was caught dead in the headlights.
He couldn't move he couldn't react. This went on only for about a minute before Gordon rushed to his daughters side.
The only word that he was able to speak was her name. "Barb." His throat was dry. Everything that he loved and treasured was just shot point blank by one of the most insane villains Gotham had to offer. The Joker had already entered the room with two of his henchmen.
The Joker stood right behind Gordon, watching as the father checked over his daughter.
"Please don't worry it's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians you see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition." The joker explained to James before moving towards a bottle of scotch James had set out earlier, pouring himself a glass.
"Mind you, I can't say much for the volumes condition. I mean there's a hole in the jacket and the spine's appears to be damaged." The joker spoke again, this time James noticed he was toying with him. He knew he was a target for people like this. He was the commissioner of Gotham city.
He knew all sorts of criminals would target him at one point or another, but why did they have to go after his daughter. That was the lowest of the low. The most despicable of actions the commissioner could possibly contemplate. Going after what a man loves the most.
"You scum, My daughter, I'll..." The man was cut short when one of the henchmen that accompanied the joker into the home of Barbara punched James. It hurt, James could feel a rib cracking. All it did was add insult to injury, his heart already sank from seeing his daughter be harmed in such a way.
"Frankly, she won't be walking off the shelves in that state of repair. In fact the idea of her walking anywhere seems increasingly remote. But then that's always a problem with softbacks." The Joker started up again, James didn't really know why he was referring to Barbara as a book. It didn't really matter, the large lumbering hired help of the Joker punched again. Harder. James's glasses cracked, flying in another direction and the man himself being knocked unconscious.
"God these literally discussions are so dry. When you've finished with the old boy you know where to take him." Joker paused for a moment gazing at the glass he was previously drinking out of. "And please, do be careful! After all, he is topping the bill." The unconscious commissioner then was carried out of the room, the Joker turning to the bleeding Barbara Gordon. "You know, it's such a shame you'll miss your father's debut Miss Gordon." The Joker stated with a menacing smile. "Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the disabled in mind. But don't worry, I'll take some snapshots to remind him of you."
It seemed impossible for the Joker to accomplish an even wider smile, but he still managed to do it.
Barbara was panting, it was apparent and obvious she was in pain. With all of her strength. "Why.. Why are you doing this?" Her tears caused her makeup to run. It wasn't fathomable the kind of pain she was experiencing.
The Joker smile intensified even more.
"To prove a point." The maniacal man raised his glass.
"Here's to crime"
[Now I wrote this before I joined the board so some things might not match up. I'm mostly just posting this here to show a few others. However I could always change certain details if you wanted me to match it up with canon.]
For Police Commissioner James Gordon of Gotham city and his daughter Barbara Gordon, it was a fairly common spring day. Not much was out of place. Which may seem odd in Gotham city, but it was a calm and serene feeling for both the commissioner and his daughter. Even if the chaos of Gotham normally kept James from speaking and spending time with his daughter, he was glad whenever the city was quiet enough for him to see her.
Even when Gotham was in it's chaotic state that would be concluded as 'normalcy' for the city. The ever so busy Police Commissioner would always find time for his daughter. Barbara was easily one of the commissioners favorite people. Gordon loved his daughter unconditionally. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his daughter.
The endless crime in Gotham city, the constant state of despair and dismay in the city along with the hardships of being the Police Commissioner of a fairly corrupt police force in one of the biggest crime filled cities in the United States. A job that would break almost any other man. Not James, when James needed comfort he always looked to his daughter. Whenever he needed a helping hand or to escape from the realities of his job just for a moment, Barbara was there.
For James his work took up most of his time. This has what caused him to distance himself from his family. His wife, his son, his daughter as well. No matter the time Jim spent with his job, Barbara always welcomed him with open arms. Even when Gordon's wife left for Chicago, Barbara chose to stay in Gotham with her father. That was something that James would never forget.
It was evening, Gordon and his daughter were spending time together. A fresh pot of coffee had been made, James was sitting on the couch looking at the family album. It had been a slow night, which was just fine for Gordon and his daughter. Barbara was sitting next to her father, helping him with the album. That was when the calm silence was broken. There was a knock at the door.
Barbara stood up without hesitation, James remembered her mentioning something about a friend visiting later in the night. The man smiled softly, watching his daughter walk to the door with her cup of coffee. When Barbara opened the door, it wasn't who she was expecting. It was someone entirely different.
It was a man with a pale white face, makeup that made him resemble a clown, of some sort. The man wore clothing that a normal beach goer would wear. Shorts, a camera along with a beach hat and a flower shirt. Barbara quickly noticed that this man was the Joker, and it didn't take a Police Commissioners daughter to notice that he was pointing a revolver right at her.
Barbara had no time to react, The Joker pulled the trigger. A loud bang was followed by Barbara Gordon being pushed back and falling into the Coffee table where James was sitting with pure force. This caused James quite an amount of shock for a moment. He sat there in what felt like an eternity. His daughter was shot by a maniac. He has been a police officer for so long. Yet when his daughter was shot. James was caught dead in the headlights.
He couldn't move he couldn't react. This went on only for about a minute before Gordon rushed to his daughters side.
The only word that he was able to speak was her name. "Barb." His throat was dry. Everything that he loved and treasured was just shot point blank by one of the most insane villains Gotham had to offer. The Joker had already entered the room with two of his henchmen.
The Joker stood right behind Gordon, watching as the father checked over his daughter.
"Please don't worry it's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians you see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition." The joker explained to James before moving towards a bottle of scotch James had set out earlier, pouring himself a glass.
"Mind you, I can't say much for the volumes condition. I mean there's a hole in the jacket and the spine's appears to be damaged." The joker spoke again, this time James noticed he was toying with him. He knew he was a target for people like this. He was the commissioner of Gotham city.
He knew all sorts of criminals would target him at one point or another, but why did they have to go after his daughter. That was the lowest of the low. The most despicable of actions the commissioner could possibly contemplate. Going after what a man loves the most.
"You scum, My daughter, I'll..." The man was cut short when one of the henchmen that accompanied the joker into the home of Barbara punched James. It hurt, James could feel a rib cracking. All it did was add insult to injury, his heart already sank from seeing his daughter be harmed in such a way.
"Frankly, she won't be walking off the shelves in that state of repair. In fact the idea of her walking anywhere seems increasingly remote. But then that's always a problem with softbacks." The Joker started up again, James didn't really know why he was referring to Barbara as a book. It didn't really matter, the large lumbering hired help of the Joker punched again. Harder. James's glasses cracked, flying in another direction and the man himself being knocked unconscious.
"God these literally discussions are so dry. When you've finished with the old boy you know where to take him." Joker paused for a moment gazing at the glass he was previously drinking out of. "And please, do be careful! After all, he is topping the bill." The unconscious commissioner then was carried out of the room, the Joker turning to the bleeding Barbara Gordon. "You know, it's such a shame you'll miss your father's debut Miss Gordon." The Joker stated with a menacing smile. "Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the disabled in mind. But don't worry, I'll take some snapshots to remind him of you."
It seemed impossible for the Joker to accomplish an even wider smile, but he still managed to do it.
Barbara was panting, it was apparent and obvious she was in pain. With all of her strength. "Why.. Why are you doing this?" Her tears caused her makeup to run. It wasn't fathomable the kind of pain she was experiencing.
The Joker smile intensified even more.
"To prove a point." The maniacal man raised his glass.
"Here's to crime"
[Now I wrote this before I joined the board so some things might not match up. I'm mostly just posting this here to show a few others. However I could always change certain details if you wanted me to match it up with canon.]