I’m Batman (HP Xover) C6 (Patreon)
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Once 3:30 came around, Officer Jim Gordon arrived just on time as if he was waiting outside the room for the clock to strike the exact time.
‘If this is how he always works, then I’m not surprised that he becomes commissioner in the future.’ Bruce thought as everyone says their pleasantries.
“It’s good to see you’re getting better, Bruce. We were all very worried about you. Especially the news and paparazzi.” Officer Gordon says the word ‘paparazzi’ in a voice laced with no small amount of disdain.
“Why? It’s not like I’m famous or anything.” Bruce asks with an upturned eyebrow.
“You may not have been famous before this incident, but the Wayne family certainly was, and it’s not every day a family like yours befalls such a tragedy.” The Officer says with a hint of sadness.
He actually didn’t know much about the Wayne family beyond the infamous Wayne name and the billions of dollars they possessed, but Jim had a whole week to study up thanks to the investigation.
He may not have known the Wayne family, but after learning about them, he couldn’t help but feel horrible for what befell them.
They were a picturesque family with no drama or anything negative about them that he could find.
Not to mention their bank records, which showed hundreds of millions spent towards charities in only this year alone.
They even paid their taxes in full and on time without using any loopholes to avoid paying large sums of money, like many other wealthy individuals.
It’s safe to say that the Wayne Family didn’t deserve what happened to them, and Officer Jim Gordon has brought it upon himself to put more effort and time into apprehending the person or persons responsible for ruining such a respectable family.
This is why he still showed up today to ask questions while knowing full well that Bruce has Amnesia.
“Let’s get down to business, alright?” Officer Gordon says as he takes a seat and removes a notepad and pen from his breast pocket. “I’ve heard all about your problem with remembering, but I have to ask, is there anything you remember at all?”
“No, I’m sorry.” Bruce replies with an agitated frown and looks down sadly.
“Maybe a smell, color, or sound. Anything at all could help and you wouldn’t even know it. I was just on a case where a witness in the area remembered the smell of marijuana and motor oil. That helped us narrow our search to mechanics and potheads. We caught the guy a week later.” Officer Gordon explains with a slight chuckle.
“What did he do?” Bruce asked.
“Burglary. He stole from people's homes.” He explains curtly. “Is there anything you can think of that could help?”
Bruce took a minute and put on a face of extreme contemplation.
“There is one thing, but I don’t think it will help.” Bruce says.
“What is it?” Jim asks.
“I remember 2 bangs, like gunshots from a movie but louder. Then 3 more bangs shortly after and that’s it.” Bruce explains with a shrug.
Of course, he doesn’t actually remember this since all of the original Bruce Wayne’s memories seem to be gone.
The only reason he knows the number of gunshots and their sequence is because of what Alfred told him earlier.
‘Hmm, he’s right. That doesn’t help at all. We’ve already learned that and more from Alfred's testimony.’ Officer Gordon thought.
“Do you think it will help like your other case?” Bruce asked while feigning childhood ignorance.
He has to keep up his part of being a child after all.
“Maybe, but hopefully you remember some more in the days to come.” Jim lies through his teeth as he doesn’t want to upset the newly orphaned child before him.
“Yeah, I hope so too.” Bruce replies.
Not having any more questions to ask, as they would all be pointless, the future commissioner of the Gotham City Police department said his goodbyes and took his leave.
As the door closes shut, Alfred makes his presence known once again.
“It’s good that you’re starting to remember, Young Master Bruce. I was worried that you wouldn’t remember anything at all, but Dr. Burns said as long as you start to remember, then the rest should simply come back in time. This is truly wonderful news.” Alfred says with a wholehearted smile plastered on his face. “I should go and inform the nurses immediately.”
As Alfred was about to leave the room, Bruce decided now would be as good of a time as any to start his plan.
“Wait!” He exclaims, stopping Alfred in his tracks.
“Yes? Are you feeling unwell or do you need anything?” Alfred asked like the trusty butler he is.
“No, I’m fine. Thanks though, Alfred.” Bruce answers with a small smile.
Though that smile soon disappears and is replaced with a hardened look that Alfred has never seen Bruce have before.
“What’s the matter?” Alfred asks.
“Lock the door.” Bruce orders.
Staring into Bruce’s cold and hardened face, Alfred freezes up for a moment, but soon moves to the door and locks it as he was told.
“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Alfred asks as he feels the mood in the room turn very serious.
“I remember more than what I told the policeman.” Bruce says as he stares straight into his butler's eyes.
“Then why didn’t you say anything while he was here?” Alfred asks confusedly.
“Because... I don’t want the man that killed my parents in jail...” Bruce says as his eyes never leave Alfred. “... I want him dead.”