[b]Murder Scene, Crime Alley, Gotham[/b]

The freezing winter night was nullified by the comfortable warmth that Gordon had worked so hard maintain, the harsh stench of his cigarette occasionally burned his nose and eyes but it was still better than opening the window and letting the cold in. It was the same as every night for the last thirty some odd years, a call would come across the radio or his phone and every night he would jump in his car and drive the streets waiting to see what manner of horror that his city had to offer. Commissioner Gordon eyed the distance ahead of him, seeing the flashing red and blues of a squad car and a suit directing him on a safe place for him to park. After coming to a complete stop he took a deep inhale off of his cigarette then stuffed it into the ash tray, sighing slowly as he exhaled.

[i]”I’m getting too old for this…”[/i]

With a quick push on the door Gordon stepped out of the car and braced himself against a harsh and unforgiving wind, the familiar sounds of Gotham assaulted his ears as he tried to focus his mind to the task at hand. Already the vultures of the media were trying to get a look at the latest victim of Gotham’s daily living, their clamoring and snapping of cameras almost seemed to drown the natural sounds of the city around him an annoyance which he quickly dismissed. Turning into the alley the Commissioner took a broad sweep of the area, other than the dead body nothing seemed out of place. An oddity here in the city; the carnage was clean, precise, and purposeful. This was meant to send a message to someone, the only question was to who?

In the distance Gordon spied Bullock talking to a couple of beat cops who had apparently arrived on the scene first. The faintest of smiles passed over James’ lips, he had known Harvey Bullock for most of his time in Gotham and in all of those years Bullock never seemed to change. The man still maintained his sometimes questionable lifestyle with all of his seedy street contacts and same dirty grey suit and overcoat. Sometimes Gordon wondered if he actually own another set of clothes. As Gordon approached the scene there were several things that seemed even stranger about the cleanliness, there was no signs of struggle at all around the scene. A murder like this, even if done by a professional killer, would have some signs that the victim would struggle against whatever it was that did this to her.

[i][b]”Hey Commish, it’s odd seeing you slumming it around here with us normal schlubs.”[/b][/i]

The extremely impersonal greeting that Gordon had become accustomed to interrupted his train of thought. Harvey was never one to follow protocol, especially when it came to Gordon. 

[b]”Well Bullock someone has to make sure that your actually working the streets. Hell I half expected to find you over at Fish’s place.”[/b]

[i][b]”Come on Commish! A guy’s gotta have some sort of leisure around this rotting cesspool of a city.”[/b][/i]

[b]”So what are we looking at Harv?”[/b]

Sensing that his boss was wanting to change the subject from his dubious off hours past times Harvey brought the Commissioner to the dead girl laying in the center of the alley. A beautiful young woman, couldn’t have been any older than her mid-twenties; blonde hair, blue eyes, ruby lips. This was a young woman that was out on a night on the town. 

[i][b]”What we have here is a Jane Doe; no sign of any ID, still waiting on CSI to get here so we can check for prints. The suits have already combed the surrounding areas looking to see if anyone had seen her, and I just sent two more to check the nearest clubs and bars to see if she might have had a run in with some of the seedier joints in the area.”[/b][/i]

Pulling a pair of rubber gloves out of his trench coat pocket and stretching them all the way to his mid forearm Gordon slowly rotated the head the girls head left and right, keen eyes searching for any possible clue as to who might this particular killer be. Gotham had a nasty habit of attracting the absolute worst had to offer and he needed to make sure that it wasn’t someone that he was already familiar with, a few people came to mind that he sincerely hoped it wasn’t. On the left side of the neck, two puncture wounds evenly spaced, of relative size and shape an autopsy would have to determine where the blows struck but if he had to guess Gordon could assume that whoever did this punctured major arteries but not enough to immediately kill her. 

[b]”What do you think did this Harv?”[/b]

Harvey’s general slack jawed stare gazed down at Gordon’s discovery, his general lack of knowledge fueled his lack luster response.

[i][b]”If I had to guess…something long and pointy.”[/b][/i]

A sigh of annoyance escaped Gordon as he continued to search for any other signs. No significant bruising on the wrists, ankles or neck; finger nails still perfectly manicured, clothes still intact, whatever happened to this girl happened quickly and silently. To his knowledge, there was only one group of people that was able to do something on this magnitude, even though Gordon hoped against hope that he was wrong

[i]”Best to keep that thought to myself…especially with the media hounds already barking at the fence.”[/i]

[b]”Alright make a sweep of the area and see if we can find *something* to work with, Lord knows this poor girl didn’t do this to herself.”[/b]

Almost instantly everyone on the police force that was in the area began quickly shuffling around and looking for any sort of clues in order to please their Commissioner. After a few minutes of waiting, and another lit cigarette, an officer came running around the corner holding a plastic evidence bag in his hand, out of breath he handed it to the Commissioner, 

“Sir, I think I’ve found something. “

Gordon looked over the contents of the bag carefully, finally something was going his way in this god-forsaken town. A knife, minor traces of blood, intriguing design.  A feather, or so it appeared to be and based on its size and design it appeared to be a throwing knife. 

[i][b]”Oh, that must of came from the guy Greyson was chasing earlier.”[/b][/i]

If there was ever a time that he absolutely hated his former partner, it was at that moment. 

[b]”And just when were you planning on telling me that Detective Greyson had chased a potential perp away from a crime scene?”[/b]

Realizing that he had just made a monumentally huge mistake in leaving out this crucial piece of information, Bullock quickly began back pedaling in attempt to make himself look better, 

[i][b]”There really wasn’t nothin to tell, the whack job came flying outta the sky like a damned circus act from Haley’s or something!”[/b][/i]

Gently rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and bring some relief to his now suddenly throbbing head, Gordon didn’t even give Bullock’s poor excuse of…well, an excuse instead opting walk back to his car and do something that he really didn’t want to do.

[i][b]Jim, where ya goin?”[/b][/i]

[b]”Thanks to you Harv, I’ve gotta go crash a party now.”[/b]