"Universe." Echoed, because it implies something greater than just the Earth, and that gives him a sick feeling of futility deep in his gut. Not something a police officer needs. There's aliens here. Aliens, from alien worlds. Not humans. Gotham is already big enough. The world is already big enough. He can't get his head around being that tiny. That insignificant, because if they are then what's the point of fighting to save Gotham?
After if the city is the same as everything else, then it has a cycle of growth--and eventually it turns back to dust, just like everything else. Futility. Uselessness.
His life is far too visceral, too full of gristle and struggle, to even let the thought in. He hasn't the time or patience to deal with it. Instead he listens to Batman talk. Fifteen years alongside him. Fifteen years older--that's the Gordon that these freaks know. It's honestly terrifying, or it would be if he had time for fear. Times of difficulty focused him, rather than spooking him, and more often than not it was that spirit that kept him alive.
"You're wrong. I didn't change the city. I sat on my hands for twenty years and watched corruption from the passenger seat of my squad car. My own partner for half of it. I wasn't a hero. Then you drop into my office and tell me you want to take down Falcone and fight corruption at the same time. Clean Gotham up. I asked you if you were one man, and you said 'Now we're two.'"
His meaning is sharp and clear, meeting those blank white eyes.
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After if the city is the same as everything else, then it has a cycle of growth--and eventually it turns back to dust, just like everything else. Futility. Uselessness.
His life is far too visceral, too full of gristle and struggle, to even let the thought in. He hasn't the time or patience to deal with it. Instead he listens to Batman talk. Fifteen years alongside him. Fifteen years older--that's the Gordon that these freaks know. It's honestly terrifying, or it would be if he had time for fear. Times of difficulty focused him, rather than spooking him, and more often than not it was that spirit that kept him alive.
"You're wrong. I didn't change the city. I sat on my hands for twenty years and watched corruption from the passenger seat of my squad car. My own partner for half of it. I wasn't a hero. Then you drop into my office and tell me you want to take down Falcone and fight corruption at the same time. Clean Gotham up. I asked you if you were one man, and you said 'Now we're two.'"
His meaning is sharp and clear, meeting those blank white eyes.
"We. Is that how it's going to be here?"