>>6025470>>6025498>>6025513>>6025515>>6025673>>6025927>>6026102>>6026282"Put out the call for Kimble and we can set up in the war room. We need to get everyone up to speed now. Get a game plan."
He nods.
"I'll get it done. Start thinking about how we're gonna sell Dent on this, despite your bonding moment, I know him. He's going to push back on it."
"Really? Doesn't he, y'know?"
"Batman is different. There's history there with him and Gordon, not to mention actual on the book law making it okay for him to lend a hand. Going around official channels? Passing files with sensitive information around behind closed doors when there's an active mole? If this isn't air tight, and I mean not even a whistle, then he could lose his job."
"He's the commissioner, more than that even he's basically a hero to everyone in Gotham."
"To other people he's just as bad as the vigilantes. Grey and I aren't the only fossils around, there are plenty of people who came up with him just as I did. People who got passed over for the promotions he took, who lost partners of ten plus years due to his stance on corruption, and that's just his enemies in the department."
"So basically, I'll be asking him to risk his own head for me."
"On top of admitting to him that, before you even took your training wheels off, you went off-road and got tangled up in something like this. Gordon is a good guy, but everyone has their limits, son." Hawthorne tells you this with a pained expression, even he doesn't seem confident in how it could shake out.
"I guess we'll find out."
"Maybe. Maybe Kimble and Grey have some information too. Hell, the no-faced moron might bumble into something too." He puts on an encouraging voice and nods to his own words. "But I'll herd the cats, you have a meeting to go handle."
"Yeah, I do. Wayne tower isn't far, I don't expect to be there long."
"Let me know when you're there. I'll start a timer, if we don't make contact after a half hour.." He trails off.
"I'll be alright. Just try to get everyone caught up on what's going down before I get back, I know Kimble is gonna have questions for sure."
"Before you go. Do me a favor.." He kneels down and tugs at his pant leg, he pulls at thin straps and yanks away a leather holster. He holds it out to you revealing an off looking Snub Nosed Revolver. "Take my Fitz. A good luck charm."
"We agreed no weapons."
"This isn't a movie, Mark. This guy is skilled with a blade. Public space or not if he sticks you between the ribs and makes a break for it.." He trails off but the implication is clear. In your own head you find yourself unable to stop envisioning yourself lying on the pale stones of Tower Square with a spreading pool of crimson around you.
>Take Hawthorne's gun.>"What little rapport I have with this guy is built on trust, I can't risk him somehow finding out.">Write-In 