OoC Link: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/batman-legacy-of-the-dark-knight-ooc-and-sign-ups.47282/ ~~ Gotham City, 9:36pm. December 18th. ~~ Looking up over the snowy night, two police officers sat in the Gotham City Police Station, cups of coffee in their hands and two opened boxes on the desk before them: one containing a pizza, and the other, half full of doughnuts. The GCPD was full of Christmas decorations, preparing for the holiday everyone seemed to enjoy. The night shift had only just begun, but for the past six years the entire night had been like this. With enough patrols covering the streets, a good majority of the officers spent their time on the job just lounging around in the office. Criminal activity had decreased in the past six years, making the jobs of law enforcement officers much easier. Currently, these two officers were sorting through criminal files for those contained in Arkham City. As they worked, one of the officers spoke up. "I'm telling you, man: the Bat's back! I've seen him, cape and everything!" "Okay, first off: If Batman were back in Gotham, you don't think that we would know? Secondly: even if we didn't know about his return, then that whack-job of a clown would. He's been moping around ever since Batman went AWOL. Trust me; if Batman were back, we'd be dealing with Joker tonight." "But he is back! Haven't you seen it? The floodlight on the roof has the Bat logo again! The commissioner came in one day and just found it fixed up, no letter or explanation." "Will you just drop it? Okay, so some kid pulled a prank and glued a Bat cutout to a floodlight. What makes you think that Batman was involved? It could've just been a prank. Have you seen the Batman with your own eye-" "Do we have a problem here, gentlemen? Weren't you supposed to be sorting through these files?" "Sorry Commissioner Gordon.. I was just telling Wilson that there's no way Batman could have returned. Why would he show up again after six years of nothing?" "You two just worry about sorting those files... I'll worry about the Batman rumours.." Nodding as the commissioner quieted their thoughts, the young officers moved back to work on their job. Quickly walking out of the room, Commissioner Gordon entered his office and closed the door behind him. This was the eighths time this week he had heard about these Batman rumours. Taking a look around him, Gordon sat down in his chair and pulled out his cellphone. He sifted through the various numbers on his phone before he stumbled upon the name of his beloved wife. Tonight was going to be a slow night, meaning that he wouldn't be home until later. Selecting it, he held the phone to his ear just as a voice spoke up. "Evening, Commissioner." the voice of a young man called out from somewhere nearby. Placing the phone down and cancelling the call, Gordon looked at the slender figure, cloaked in a black cape. "You know, kid... He did it better." Gordon said with a sigh as he placed the phone on the desk. "There's only one reason you'd show up here, Robin... What've you got for me?" Stepping out of the shadows standing beside the office door, Robin revealed himself and stared down at Gordon. Even though only a few short years ago, he had been the "sidekick" to Batman, there was an intimidating presence about him. It used to be particularly difficult to take him trying to intimidate both officers and criminals seriously (especially when Robin still wore those little green panties), but somehow the Boy Wonder had managed to pull it off. "I want to know everything you know.. Everything about him coming back." Robin demanded, his voice quiet and menacing. Laughing a bit at the boy's demeanour, Gordon crossed his arms and said "I can't help you in that department, kid. People keep reporting that they've seen Batman, but all we know is that they're just rumours. I've sent squads out all over Gotham, but the closest we've come to finding him is a kid dressed up in hockey pads." Staring off at the window as Gordon explained, Robin silently cursed. "What about you? You knew Batman better then anyone here.. Find anything that could prove he's back?" Gordon asked before Robin spoke up again. "Gordon, even if I knew if he was alive, I wouldn't be the first person he came to. He was dead.. He's supposed to be dead. If a body was recovered, I wouldn't be here. Knowing Batman, however... Something's up. I didn't want to believe he could come back, but he's certainly out there." Looking at the Boy Wonder, Gordon took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to a filing cabinet. He pulled out a massive file, which was clearly labeled for private use only. Tossing the file onto the desk, he leaned his shoulder against the cabinet and said "This meeting never happened, and you never heard this.. But it seems like the Clown's getting a bit restless. That file's got a complete record of events that happened in Arkham City as well as a list of inhabitants for the past eight months.." Robin took the file, slowly flipping it open as he examined the contents. "Thanks Gordon.. If you get any information about Batman, let me know immediately." Robin explained with a nod of his head. Closing the file and shoving it into his belt so it could be transported easily, he moved to the window he had entered from. Turning his head around, he gave Gordon a slight smile and said "Say hello to the family for me.. I'll have the file back tomorrow." before launching himself out of the office. As his boots landed hard against the snow covered pavement, Robin moved to the large dumpsters behind the building. Pushing the worn-out blanket off of the Batpod, he turned his attention to a homeless man sitting nearby. "Hey, buddy." Robin called out, holding the warm fabric in his hand. As the homeless man turned his head in shock, the Boy Wonder tossed him the blanket and said "Merry Christmas." before he swung a leg over the Batpod and drove off. Speeding down the empty streets of Gotham, Robin continued on his way down to the Crunchy Fried Wings fast food restaurant on 32nd Street. It may have not have been the best spot to pick, but they were still On-Duty and could only take a few minutes to eat. Speeding up, Robin rapidly dashed down towards the rendezvous point. His left hand reached down to his belt to activate a homing beacon, which both of them had agreed would be the signal to start moving to the restaurant. They couldn't risk using their communicators in case they were in some sort of situation and the beacons only gave out three high pitched beeps that ended after ten seconds. As he drove, Robin adjusted his mask and made sure he wasn't soaked from the snow. After all, he was driving to a date.