Jim considered the question. He closed his eyes and thought about it hard for a few seconds. Would he wait for Batman? A man beneath a signal, staring up into the soft glow of light pollution that was the Gotham sky with a bleakness that said 'This is bigger than us' and a hopelessness sinking into his heart? No. No, he wouldn't. He couldn't afford to. As good as Batman was, Jim knew that he could be late. That a second more and his son would be dead. If it all happened again he would rush him; he would somehow get his son to safety and run Harvey over the edge and kill them both.
He couldn't wait for someone who might not come.
The same went for corruption. The same went for the killers that this Porter had brought here. They wanted Batman--fine. But that only meant they wouldn't see Gordon coming. He had to hope for that.
His hand reached out, brushing over the back of the other man's gauntlet, a fond touch - a farewell if he wanted it to be - and for a moment he saw a signal transposed over the unfamiliar skyline, as though they were standing on the roof of the MCU in another city. Waiting. His mind was made up.
"No," he answered, softly, all warmth rather than accusation. "I'm done waiting."
His hand fell away again, back to the wall in front of him, and Jim let his eyes fall away. If Batman wanted to vanish in that moment then he wouldn't blame him, but he hoped that their working relationship could continue here, as at home. He hoped, for the sake of the already deep feeling of loss in his hollowed out chest, that Batman would not add to it, and leave him alone here.
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He couldn't wait for someone who might not come.
The same went for corruption. The same went for the killers that this Porter had brought here. They wanted Batman--fine. But that only meant they wouldn't see Gordon coming. He had to hope for that.
His hand reached out, brushing over the back of the other man's gauntlet, a fond touch - a farewell if he wanted it to be - and for a moment he saw a signal transposed over the unfamiliar skyline, as though they were standing on the roof of the MCU in another city. Waiting. His mind was made up.
"No," he answered, softly, all warmth rather than accusation. "I'm done waiting."
His hand fell away again, back to the wall in front of him, and Jim let his eyes fall away. If Batman wanted to vanish in that moment then he wouldn't blame him, but he hoped that their working relationship could continue here, as at home. He hoped, for the sake of the already deep feeling of loss in his hollowed out chest, that Batman would not add to it, and leave him alone here.