There will be LIGHT

How many times had he gotten himself into situations like this one? Whether it was as a police officer, a soldier, or an angry high school kid getting into fights because he could. Without fail, Jim Gordon was one to run head first into a fight where he was wildly outnumbered.Even with his Marine training, Jim was still 5 foot 8 and just short of 170 lbs, which up against thugs like this swell group was something fun to toss around.  6 against 1 after all were not very fair odds.

Throwing a punch hard, Jim felt his first two knuckles connect with scumbag number one’s nose. Wrist locked, driven through with his body weight forward on his feet, Jim nearly went soaring passed the man when he’d finished with the follow through. He was pretty riled up, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Jim recognized the sound of the man’s nose breaking but he didn’t have time to make some snarky quip before he was being tugged backwards by two of the other five.

Jonathan’s face lit up behind the mask, letting out a shrill giggle. He didn’t attempt moving from the way of the pistol, confident that Gordon would be smart and shoot to kill if he shot at all. There it was, the thrill, the adrenaline surging through his being as he had the weapon trained on him- he needed more of it, and so he stepped closer, seeking a reaction out of Gordon.

“Then y’all gonna have to shoot, Jimmy boy.” 

          Jim Gordon knows Dinah Lance, Babs’ best friend who runs a flower shop in Gotham && not far away from the Clock Tower. He even invited her once or twice for lunch along his daughter, && needless to say Dinah adores him. He was such a protective father towards Barbara, && nostalgia always took over her when she allowed herself to think of her own father, && how they’d have hit off so perfectly. Ex-cop meeting a Commissioner. Would have been a good time. 

Brushing her thought away, she stepped up, her eyes watching around from the corner of the hood, then decided it was time to reveal her identity.      “I’m Black Canary.”      Now, she just hoped Mr Gordon wouldn’t recognize her as Dinah. Maybe a trick, like Clark removing his glasses && he’s Superman ? Honestly Dinah could wear a pair of glasses, she was sure they’d still figure things out. He was smart after all, even though Babs assured her she would be fine. She wasn’t so sure about that. Canary looked back at Jim with kind eyes, the coldness in her voice fading away.      “I’m sorry, it seems like you won’t get home so soon tonight, but I promise I’ll walk you back home alive && safe. Deal ?” 

This wasn’t the first masked individual to stop him in the street and she wouldn’t be the last either. Do I just attract crazy? Jim pondered, not truly meaning the crazy part. He’d often joke about his friend in the bat mask being ‘batshit’ but really he trusted the man with his life. There was something to be said about the number of vigilantes and heroes who came to him for some reason or another. His history with the bat and friends was not exactly Gotham’s best kept secret. 

“Black Canary, right,” Jim sighed around the mouthpiece of his pipe. He’d never understand where these people got their naming abilities. He supposed Black Canary was better than most, it at least had a sort of elegance to it. Or maybe he just liked birds. “Seems like I am missing my game tonight, good thing it’s recorded,” he quipped with a light smile after he pulled his pipe away momentarily. “If you don’t mind us stepping out of the chilly air, there is a twenty-four hour coffee shop just down the block where we can discuss this case of yours and I can see what I can do to help.”