|Visiting the Manor
||[May. 4th, 2007|07:55 pm]
A Different Gotham
Jim Gordon sighed as he pulled up to the Wayne mansion, still reeling over discovering the true identity of the Batwoman.|
He stopped the car, then picked up the fresh bundle of carnations he'd picked up on the way back from the late shift, going up to the door and lifting his hand to knock, only to suddenly hear an angry scream and then the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside.
Suddenly an older woman Gordon knew as the poor-treating doctor Leslie opened the door suddenly, looking hassled and inviting him inside. He frowned and entered, then started and bolted for the crashing sound coming from a side room that was the opposite direction from the parlor where he'd been invited.
"Alright, alright," he said, not wanting to worry or stress her at all.
Brenda glanced toward the door, wondering where Leslie had gone, then raised an eyebrow as she saw Bree tag in and go over to the couch to pick up her school book and set to work.
Then she turned back to Jim and touched the slightly rumpled carnations that he held with one finger.
"Oh," he said, slightly flustered as he handed her the flowers. "I read that these were your favorite. But... now I'm not so sure that that's true."
Leslie blinked as she glanced in the room and saw the two.
Well. That was a change.
"They are," she said softly, looking down at them and praying a little more. Then she glanced up at Leslie before moving one hand from the flowers and gently setting it over Jim's.
Jim blinked, then bowed his head.
"Brenda," he said, looking at her seriously. "Is there a future for us?"
"It's a little soon to know." She looked down at the flowers. "I feel like there could be. But it's been a long time since I've let someone into my heart."
"I'm here for you," he said softly, looking at her. "But it's your call. I am who I am, you're a little more complicated. I'll wait, though, if that's what you want or need."
"You realize that being around me... knowing my secret... is dangerous." She kept her eyes on the flowers and their hands. "I have enemies who command forces that you probably couldn't imagine."
"I'm the face on every anti-criminal activity there is in Gotham," he smiled. "I've been living with a target on my back for quite some time."
"Some of these people can warp space and time." Her fingers closed slowly and tentatively over his as she marveled at the warmth of them.
"Then we live in this version of reality, lest they change it, and then we'll adapt," he said softly. "And stop them."