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Theo only remembered specifically because of the odd circumstances they meant under previously, not to mention that he shared a name with his sort of unconfirmed half sister. Even if it was spelled differently it sounded the same. “Same to you Officer.” Theo responded, a tip of his head. “What brings you here anyway?” It wasn’t the typical place to encounter an officer of the law. 

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Peter smiled faintly and shrugged. “There’s a kid who lives around this neighborhood with his family, I’m just checking on him,” he said. “He was the sole witness to a convenience store robbery and he was pretty upset. So I wanted to be sure that he was okay.” They had caught the guy already -- he hadn’t exactly been a genius -- but he still wanted to check up on the kid anyway. 

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Babs let out a laugh. It felt good to laugh, after the past few days she felt like she needed this. “This comedy was a good choice.” she told her younger brother. “Have you seen it before?”

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Peter smiled as his sister laughed, glad that this movie night was cheering her up, at least a little bit. “Oh, thanks,” he said, with a little chuckle. He grinned at her. “No, it’s a little before my time,” he joked. It had just come out that year, but technically, this year he was only four years old. “Officer Murphy recommended it. After he stopped freaking out cause Rose Wilson cut his phone cord.” 

It was always kind of funky having two uncles that were both so close to his age, but both Peter and Damian had always been there for JJ as he grew. Even if he put Uncle in the name from time to time, it always felt more akin to brotherly or even plain friendship. “Duly noted.” He said, a grin edging at the corner of his lips. “Petey huh? Very interesting ammunition you just handed me there.” He joked, mentally remembering if he ever needed to prank Peter to change auto correct on ‘Peter Keen’ to ‘Petey Keen’. Ah he loved autocorrect pranks. “I mean, you are young.” JJ pointed out, a bit ironic coming from him of all people. He paused in his teasing to ask an honest question. “Do you like it that way?” Was it better without being known as ‘Jim Gordon’s’ kid, he wondered. Or did Peter miss the stardom (did Peter miss his parents? JJ’s grandparents?). Worry for his uncle gripped him. 

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Peter snorted softly as JJ spoke, shaking his head. “I’ve always hated when people call me that, it makes me sound like a cartoon dog,” he said, with a faint smile and a shake of his head. “My mom always says my name is Peter, if she wanted to call me Pete or Petey, she would have named me that instead.” He paused, as something occurred to him. “Do you ever think about the fact that they gave me the middle name ‘Bruce’ after your grandpa? I’m not even related to that guy.” He laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not even the youngest cop on the force anymore, I’ve been here for a couple of years now.” Peter considered the question. “I mean, I miss talking to my dad as my dad, you know?” he said. “Outside of work. But our working relationship isn’t all that different. I never wanted any special treatment, but I always knew things would be different as soon as we walked out the door.”

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Dawn looked down with a laugh of her own before she nodded. “I wished more cops did things like that.” She admitted as he pointed to the judge. She had dealt with a handful of corrupt officers in her time. It was never nice to know people that were supposed to be helping people using their position to hurt them.

As he introduced himself, Dawn stopped looking at the scene they were investigating. “I’m Dawn. I was just passing and I guess I got swept up in the mystery of it all.” She said as she looked back to the scene as he asked his question. “What happened here?” She might as well see if there was any way she could use Dove to help out in the situation.

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Peter smiled a little and shrugged. “I can understand why they don’t,” he said. “For some of them, it’s just a job, and for some of them, they’ve been doing this for so long that they’ve just become jaded. I know it’s hard to keep the faith in a place like this.” He hoped he wouldn’t end up like that, but who could tell? “I’m basically still a rookie, so I guess I just have a different perspective.” 

He smiled softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Dawn,” he said. He gave a little shrug. “Convenience store robbery,” he said. “Happens on a pretty regular basis around here, but it’s important to the people it happens to, you know? I don’t want to write it off.”

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     “…Thank you” he nodded gently, smiling. “You’re right. If everybody was the same the world would be a painfully boring place. We need balance” he nodded again, appreciating the other’s kindness. “More know of him” Atticus chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve heard a lot of good things so I suspect that you’re most probably right again” he agreed easily. “I was going to apply to work at the GCPD if I hadn’t gotten my current job in all honesty”

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Peter smiled softly and shrugged as Atticus spoke. “No problem,” he said. He offered Atticus another smile as he spoke about Lucius. “I’ve known him forever,” he said, and then paused, realizing this might sound weird. Point of fact, he had known Lucius since he was a baby, but considering Lucius wasn’t even 40 years old in this timeline, saying that didn’t quite make sense. “I mean, you know, since I started at the GCPD.” He gave a little laugh. “I can’t imagine not working here. I’ve never wanted to do anything else.”

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It was his fault, honestly. Standing by the precinct door when a bunch of police men come rushing to get out. They probably just got a bad call. So JJ shouldn’t really blame them. Yet, laying on the ground after being pushed over, he did blame them. Just a little. He was lucky to not have been stepped on at least. A hand was offered his way and JJ knew who it was before looking up. “Thanks Pete.” He said, grappling his hand and being tugged to his feet. Pete was a privilege to call him, JJ knew. He was the only one to do so. As a kid he wasn’t so solid on ‘R’s and Pete is what came from that. “Or should I say Officer Keen?” He chuckled. 

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Peter chuckled a little as JJ spoke, reaching out with one hand to brush the dust of the floor off his nephew’s back and shoulders. “I’m actually technically off-duty since I haven’t clocked in yet, so you can still call me Pete,” he teased. “Just don’t let the other officers here you say that. They’ll take Pete and call me Petey in a second, I’d never hear the end of it. They always tease me for being so young.” And they didn’t even know he used to be Baby Cop. He’d definitely heard a lot about that in his own timeline. “And also being the Commissioner’s kid, but at least nobody knows about that here.” 

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It had been a little while since Rose had seen Peter probably with how busy the GCPD was being kept with what chaos erupted around Gotham from time to time but now seemed like the perfect time. “Excuse you have you seen Officer Keen?” She asked only to be ignored which didn’t sit well with her at all as she pulled out her dagger slicing the phone cord of Officer Murphy. “I’m armed and dangerous, you really shouldn’t ignore people like me.” She replied with a deadly smile on her face as he started screaming for Peter. “Ahh thank you looks like you’ll live another day, Office Murphy”

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Peter’s head whipped around as he heard someone screaming for him, and he hurried toward the bullpen of the precinct, stopping at Officer Murphy’s desk. He huffed when he saw Rose, running a hand through his hair. “What do you want?” he said, and glanced at the severed phone cord. “We’re gonna have to pay for that. Equipment is expensive, you know.” He patted Murphy on the shoulder. “Go on to the breakroom, man, why don’t you grab a bottle of water or something?” He waited until Murphy was gone before turning back to Rose. “What could I possibly help you with?”

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“Ey! It was Keen right?” Theo had remembered him as the guy who had gotten his head stuck in a fence and then had everyone abandon him. Weird guy. “You’re a cop right?” He said the words loudly, watching the guy with a black hoodie in the corner of the store take off in a sprint. Knew it. Theo had a feeling he was a dealer, he wanted to confirm it for the sake of his own curiosity. 

Peter looked around as he heard his name -- well, rather his alias, but he had been going by Keen for so long that it was essentially his name now, especially at work -- and saw his uncle. Or his...half-uncle? That wasn’t a thing, was it? “Yeah, that’s me,” he said, with a little smile. “Officer Peter Keen, it’s nice to meet you.” He chuckled. “I mean, properly.”

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Martin found himself worried about Peter the male always seemed so collected and calm yet here he reminded him of a scared little kid. ‘That could be the probably or the fact you hold so many mysteries behind those eyes of yours’ he typed before smiling back at the other shaking his head ‘you didn’t scare me, I used to call an orphanage a home remember? You’d be surprised how many kids cry at night’ he quickly wrote before turning on the light on the end table bathing the room in light before nodding his head ‘of course we can have some coffee and maybe a movie? Take your mind off things.’

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Peter read Martin’s message and laughed a little. “I think you’re the only person who has ever called me mysterious,” he said, with a little chuckle. He was sure most people thought he was an open book, to put it in nice terms. Some people probably thought he was simple, if not stupid, just because he’d always been a nice, sincere person. He smiled a little. “Yeah, I can’t imagine how hard it must have been,” he said. His childhood definitely had rough patches, but he’d always had a home -- well, homes -- and they had been loving. “Okay, thanks,” he said, with a little smile. “I’ll make the coffee and you can pick out the movie?”

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“ i’d ask you to throw the ball around , but you don’t really seem like the sports type. ”

    “Oh, um…yeah, you’d be right in that assumption” Atticus chuckled nervously, shaking his head. He had long since come to terms with his rather...scrawny physique but it didn’t mean he wasn’t a little sensitive about others pointing it out. He didn’t let it show, however, not wanting others to feel bad. He’d been working on his self defense with Stephanie for a while now so he had bulked up a little but it wasn’t anything to scream about by any means. “I’m a lot better at things that just need the brain” he explained. “My hand eye coordination is a little, well, shocking”

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Peter couldn’t help but grin as Atticus spoke, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s no big deal,” he said. “Sports aren’t for everyone. I played football a little in high school, but that was about it.” He chuckled softly, looking over at Atticus. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said. “The world needs brilliant people like you. Do you know Lucius Fox at the GCPD?” He gave a little chuckle. “He probably feels the same way that you do, I think you guys would get along.”

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Dawn had been visiting the other people who were still recovering what had happened after the fear gas event. A lot of people got hurt, whether that was being intoxicated by the gas or being victims of those who were under its effects. It was a busy night to put it that way but she knew everyone had their own lives to lead. She just had to make sure things were settling down. It was the least she could do. 

Heading back, her eyes caught the crime scene or the aftermath. Dawn approached carefully, not wanting to interfere but perhaps it was the vigilante in her. She stopped as she watched the gentleman perform a trick with a young child. As he continued to the distract the child, Dawn almost missed that she had seem to be caught. Her eyes switched between the two others before shaking her head with an embarrassed laugh. “I’m sorry, I just…” She shook her head again before looking to the other. “What you did with the kid was really nice.”

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“Oh, thanks--” Peter laughed a little, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s not a big deal. Part of the job.” He gestured to the badge on his chest, a little proud smile touching his lips. The way he saw it, his job was to help people and to keep them safe. And with each person he helped, each person he kept safe, he made the city that much better. One person at a time, one day at a time. It was an arduous process, and it could definitely be dangerous -- he knew every time he put on the uniform and stepped out of the GCPD, he could end up hurt or worse. 

But the balance was moments like this, where he helped a scared kid feel better. He hoped the little boy would be brave enough to talk now, and everyone involved could get the justice -- or punishment -- they deserved. “I’m Officer Keen,” he said, figuring he should introduce himself properly since he was on the job. He offered her another smile. “Do you need help with anything?”

Peter: should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

Jordan: BOTH

Jordan: Duh, are you kidding??

Peter: Are you just saying that because you're hoping to raid my fridge for leftovers later? :P

Peter: Okay, I'll get both. I'll have the opportunity to burn it off tomorrow anyway. I'm on foot patrol at the docks.

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Martin was glad that he was able to wake Peter without much issue he never had a night terror himself but he had learn plenty about them and how bad they could be. He moved to allow the cover to fall down from Peter to give him some air so he could calm down. Whatever he’d seen had certainly taken its toll on him. ‘are you sure? do you want to talk about it? I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener’ he typed trying to joke with the other. he liked Peter a lot but his job was quite the stressful one when it really came down to it so he understand. ‘well I’m glad I was here to save you from the darkness then’ He smiled at the other hoping he was okay.

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Peter smiled a little as Martin responded, nodding softly. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he said, a soft laugh leaving his lips at the joke. “It’s just...you know, childhood stuff. Maybe being back in the Gotham I knew as a kid is bringing some stuff up again.” He gave a little shrug, offering Martin a smile. “Yeah, thanks,” he said. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out or anything.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft sigh. “What about some coffee?” he said, looking over at Martin with another little smile. He definitely needed to wake up and chase the remnants of the dream away.

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     “Whatever” she sighed, shaking her head. She wasn’t so quick to believe that, but arguing about it didn’t serve her right now when she needed his help. “Anybody over at the GCPD investigating a missing person’s case for a girl called Melissa Compton?” she asked. “I know where she is…and before you ask why I didn’t go to the GCPD about it, I didn’t want to be arrested for something I had nothing to do with” she rolled her eyes. “Not even a little bit?” Duela asked curiously. She wasn’t afraid of anything, but she had a strong feelings that her morals were a lot more grey than his.

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Peter shrugged in response. He was used to talking to criminals who didn’t believe him when he said he was just trying to help -- that included everyone, whether their actions were suspect when he first approached them or not. But that did involve actually talking to him first. Otherwise how was he supposed to know? “Yes,” he said carefully, waiting for what else she was going to say. “And how do you know where she is?” He gave a little shrug as she spoke. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said simply. “So I’ve always known what the cost might be.”

“Gods I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She said more to herself than him. Putting some space between them she sat down. She hated being like this. She’d give anything to be more like Mar’i. Or Dory. Or even Irey. To be softer. To be that girl. But the fact of the matter is she wasn’t. “I’m a demigoddess. We are meant for greatness. To have our faces in the stars and stories written about us. But we are not meant for happiness. I should just stop fighting fate.”

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“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Peter countered immediately. He perched on the windowsill, leaning back against the window as he looked at her for a moment. He thought about it for a second before sighing a little. “I’m not sure anyone is really meant for happiness,” he said. “I think it’s something you have to choose, and something you have to fight for. And sometimes it’s really hard and it’s definitely not fair. Who knows that better than us? If life was fair, we wouldn’t be in this timeline right now.” He shrugged and offered her a little smile. “But I want you to be happy. I don’t think you should give up on that.”

The kid wouldn’t stop crying -- it was getting to the point where his face was going red, his breath hitching in his throat. He’d been a witness to a robbery at a convenience store, the only other witness being the store clerk who was now lying in a hospital bed. Other cops had tried to get the kid’s statement, and had given up. Now it was Peter’s turn. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly. “I got something for y -- oh, I guess I lost it.” The little boy’s tears had already slackened, his expression more puzzled now. “Lost what?” Peter frowned slightly. “Well, I got you a candy bar from the vending machine, but I must have -- oh, wait!” 

He reached behind the kid’s ear, slipping the candy bar free from where it had been hidden in his sleeve with a flick of his wrist. “Here it is!” He held it up. “Wow, how’d you fit this back there? You’ll have to show me sometime.” The little boy giggled through his tears. By the time Peter had shown him a few more tricks -- walking a quarter across his knuckles, tearing a business card to pieces before ‘putting it back together’, making a pen disappear -- the little boy had stopped crying completely. He was finally able to take the kid’s statement, only to look up to realize someone had been watching. “Oh, hey,” he said, with a little laugh. “Do you need something?”

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“I know. But what’s the use in having a doctor for an aunt, if you don’t use her when you can?” Lee didn’t mind helping out when she could, especially now that Barbara Jr rarely ever needed her. Even if she did, she probably wouldn’t trust Lee anymore. Not after what Ed had done. “Dick let me know that you got injured on a job earlier. You should have visited the clinic, then I wouldn’t have had to track you down.” Placing her bag on the table, she looked at Peter. “So, are you going to show me what happened or let your pride get in the way?” 

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Peter smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “I know, but I didn’t want to bother you,” he said. “I know you’ve got all the patients in the Narrows to take care of, even if you have Lucy helping you now.” He wrinkled his nose when he found out that Dick had told on him. “Sorry, Auntie.” He winced a little and pulled up his shirt, showing a large cut curving around his side, almost reaching his spine. He had wrapped bandages around himself, but the blood was already leaking through. “Some guy was really resisting arrest earlier.”