[b]Christmas Day-Day of the Wedding, Wayne Manor, Gotham[/b]

Gordon hated Gotham winters they always felt so damned bone-chilling cold, almost made him miss the jungles of Vietnam this time of year. Jim fidgeted with his tie as he stood outside the prestigious Wayne Manor, it had been at least a year or so ago…or at least when Barb started dating Detective Grayson. In all honesty Gordon didn’t want to come to this event, it didn’t have anything to do with him save for Barb, and all of these black tie events always made him feel so uncomfortable. One of the few perks of being the Commissioner, Gordon thought sarcastically, when the Mayor says you’re needed you have to go.

Jim had planned to get a hold of Detective Grayson the night before to question him about his run in with the Jane Doe murder case when he had several other calls that required his attention, including a rather interesting call which included a burning building and a battered arsonist that swore up and down that he had been assaulted by a “giant bat with huge tits.”

[i]”Guess [b]HE’S[/b] an equal opportunity employer…”[/i]

As Gordon laughed to himself, he turned to see several squad cars pull up in the “security” designated parking, something that Gordon actually was rather perturbed about. As Gordon’s hand-selected group of officers walked up to him in their Sunday best he flicked his cigarette out into the gravel as he motioned everyone to gather round. He had experience in guarding these events and he knew what had to be done and he knew it was always better to have more than one group of officers in waiting. As the officers gathered around him Gordon laid on his cold steel eyes over the twenty or so men gathered there in their parade uniforms, and knew that these men were the best that he had. Even still, he wasn’t sure if he could [i]truly[/i] trust them.

[b]”Alright, listen up. We’re guarding the biggest wedding this city has ever seen and as such I want to make sure that everything runs smoothly. I don’t want so much as a button on your jackets out of place, I want constant communication everyone checking in every five minutes…[/b]

[i]”Come on Commissioner, it’s just a wedding of a couple of blue-bloods…what’s the worst that can happen?”[/i]

A quick look of frustration silenced the new officer, obviously he had never witnessed the horrors that can come from these events.

[b]”I don’t care if it is a wedding…you will each be posted at key positions around the manor with emphasis around the wedding staging area. Those of you not in the ceremony will be making rounds around the out-lying areas in [i]PAIRS[/i]. No one is to go anywhere alone…understand!”[/b]

The resounding ‘yes sir’ filled him with a little bit of confidence as they all walked into the manor with Gordon leading them like soldiers going into battle. Once they were all inside Gordon proceeded to commence with the small talk with the rich and powerful that Gotham had to offer, a sad lot filled with rotting old men and women who had grown too comfortable with the life they had established, something that he was not ever really comfortable with. As Gordon perused through the crowds he saw all of the Wayne ‘children’ going through the same routine that he was going through which led him to wonder where his daughter was, probably with Grayson he supposed. The overwhelming sense that something was wrong barraged him, like something was creeping up behind him with their hands about to grab his throat.

Moments later the sound of shattering glass and screaming guests told him that his instincts were right, Gordon called all of his men in from the rafters as it were guns blazing and engaging the enemy with extreme prejudice. His first priorty was to find Bruce and Seliena and keep them safe from any harm, although he assumed that they could take care of themselves, his secondary task was to ensure the safety of those around him and watched as two gunmen [i](TANDEM)[/i]began targeting members on the guest list. Drawing his 9mm and aiming it at the direction of the two hitmen and shouted to them in his most commanding voice,

[b]”Hold it right there, drop your weapons and put your hands over your heads!”[/b]

Gordon knew damn well that they most likely wouldn’t listen to him but if nothing else Gordon had to follow protocol before firing on people.