Chapter 12
The next night, Batman stood outside Jim Gordon's office window, haunting the cop like a ghost on a cold night. As he silently stepped inside the office, he called out to the Commissioner. "Hello Jim?"
"Huh?" the Commissioner exclaimed, looking up from his files behind his desk. "Oh hello friend," he added, not really surprised at the Dark Knight's arrival. "I owe you Batman, this city owes you. Thanks for getting the Mayor back to us."
"Don't thank me Jim," Batman replied, knowing it wasn't necessary.
"Any news of Catwoman?" Jim asked, changing the subject. "Nigma's back in Arkham, the Vanelli gang's dissolved but there's still no sign of her," he folded his arms and stood, only to sit on the edge of his desk.
"I think she got what she deserved Jim but I'll keep looking," the Dark Knight remarked, unsure of what to do about his feline foe, "and what of the Riddler's toxin?"
"Our boys have destroyed all of it, except for a small sample to be studied, by forensics," Gordon informed situating himself back in his chair.
"Tomorrow then Jim,"
"Thanks friend," the Commissioner remarked half concentrating on a report. But there was no reply. Looking around, he finally realized the masked vigilante was gone.
Later, amidst the shadows of some imposing gothic architecture of Gotham, the Dark Knight stood in contemplation, suspended like a gothic statue, high above the city. His cape drifted lightly behind him forcing him to fit seamlessly with the scenery around him.
Without warning, a bright beacon soared predictably, across the night sky. As he recognized the Bat-Signal, Batman aimed a grapple gun towards the edge of a nearby structure and fired. With a light tug, he felt the grapple line secure. Without hesitation, the dark figure leapt off his towering roost and into the night.