|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.
"I never did! This is the first time I even thought of it!" Brenda's brow furrowed. "Wait... Alfred told her about that... I was six years old!"
Bree ducked and set to work very industriously.
"It's alright. We have always tried to get away with certain things repeatedly in life," he chuckled.
She shook her head and heaved a put-upon sigh, but then leaned back into the crook of the loveseat arm and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. "No, she doesn't. But I suspect she's been staying here quite often."
"Interesting. Anybody else live here?" he asked, looking around, thinking about how much time Brent must have stayed here.
"The girls, and Alfred," she said, electing to leave out the fact that there were supposed to be two teenage boys there. Not that two more kids would probably have made much difference in the massive old mausoleum of a Manor.
She looked up questioningly.
"It must be nice to live with children and family," he said, sipping his tea again.
"I'm used to being alone," said Brenda frankly, veiling her expression so as to keep the little girls watching her from getting the impression that they were making her lose her mind.
"I'd find it difficult myself," he said, then looking at the girls. "But you do try to help her out, don't you?"
Both sets of small eyes looked back at him somberly, but neither child decided to break her silence though Bree nodded. But the look that she gave to Brenda held a challenge for her elder twin to refute her claim.
He blinked, then smiled and looked to Brenda. "If you ever need help or a sitter for some time off, I'm a call away."
"Thank you." She wondered what that annoying social worker who kept calling about Clara would say to that.
He smiled and nodded, then looked around.
"You have a nice home," he said finally, not sure what to say and blushing slightly.