Gotham TV Show · Y/n story by @jayparkerSpidy2

The rain fell in sheets over Gotham City, washing blood and filth from the cobblestone streets of the Narrows.

Detective James Gordon

steps into the light, trench coat soaked through, collar turned up Park Row. The only theaters worth anything are on Park Row.

His partner lagged behind, boots splashing through puddles.

Detective Harvey Bullock

Yeah, well, the only thing worth anything in Park Row tonight is a stiff drink at the Sirens. You dragging me to another dead end?

James Gordon

pulls a crumpled photograph from his pocket A witness saw a man in a long coat running from the alley behind the Monarch Theater. Same time the Waynes were...

He stopped. Cleared his throat.

Harvey Bullock

Same time they were bleeding out on the pavement. I know, kid. I was there too.

Gordon pocketed the photo. Kept walking.

Harvey Bullock

You see all these people? They think crime is a headline. They think it happens to other people.

James Gordon

stops at the mouth of an alley, eyes fixed on something It happens to everyone, Harvey. Eventually.

A boy stood at the far end of the alley. Black hair plastered to his forehead. White dress shirt, tie loosened. Eyes wide and staring at the ground where chalk outlines had been scrubbed away.