Edmund P. Kensington, Jr. | James Gordon (richcopgoodcop) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-09-12 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex kensington, kylie kensington, ned kensington |
WHO. Edmund Kensington, Jr., Alex Kensington & Kylie Kensington
WHAT. An unexpected meeting, aka "Surprise, Dad! We're vigilantes...waaait, what are YOU doing here?"
WHERE. Gotham City, New Jersey.
WHEN. Mid-week.
WARNINGS. TBD
"I'll be a little late tonight, Barb....yes, there's people I can delegate, but the Commissioner....no, I don't think it'll take more than a couple of hours, and you can always reach me on my cellphone.....I'll certainly tell him you said that...I love you too, dear."
Ned replaced the receiver with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. All those years as a police officer, and he'd never once lied to his wife. And here he was, feeding her an outright whopper just because the fictional city he inherited from the guy in his head needed some urgent policing.
"This is all your fault," he muttered, as he shrugged on his black overcoat and opened the back door that led to the fire escape. "Lying to my own wife, and sneaking out of my own damn building like a thief in the night. All because the guy in my head has a not-so-fictional city that needs looking after."
At least the man sounded apologetic, with an I'm sorry, son echoing in his ears as Ned climbed into his car - his personal 'Vette, and not the police-issued cruiser; again, not to attract any undue attention. The car roared into life and he pulled out of the alleyway. His destination? Gotham City.
The appearance of an apparently fictional city in the very real state of New Jersey had baffled everyone - the police included. No-one was quite sure what to do with it, and Ned remembered him and the Commissioner thanking their lucky stars that they weren't the ones who had to deal with the mess. And then he'd acquired the police commissioner of the same fictional city, and there was not a chance in hell that Jim Gordon would sit back and let 'his' city police itself. So Ned had been making regular trips across the state line, all the while letting his family believe that he was out playing tennis with the Commissioner.
It wasn't ideal, but Gotham really did need someone keeping an eye on it - and the role of Commissioner was very much a hands on job, what with the regular criminals as well as the ones with superpowers. Why, only this week there had been a series of attacks which were believed to be the work of either Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn or the Joker. Maybe even all three. Which was the reason he was on his way there now on a weeknight.
It was easy to see when you'd crossed into Gotham - somehow, the place got a little darker, and a little more dangerous. And something was going on. Something big.
"What's going on, Malone?" he said, winding down the window to speak to one of the patrol officers blocking the road. That was the thing with Gordon - he seemed to know almost every single police officer under his command, right down to the rookies.
The officer in question blinked. "Commissioner?" he said, sounding surprised for a second. "There's a situation a couple streets over at the Gotham Stock Exchange; the detective in charge said to block everything off to minimise damage."
"And the situation, officer...?" Ned said, peering down his glasses.
"Powered, sir," came the response. Which of course it would be. This was Gotham, after all. "Bunch of super villains attacked the Exchange, quickly followed by a team of, ah, vigilantes."
Ned idly wondered if he hadn't seen this situation before - perhaps on the big screen when his kids dragged him to see that latest Batman movie - even as he asked the officer who was in charge at the scene.
"Detective Bullock, sir."
Oh boy, his day just kept getting better and better. Gordon trusted Bullock with his life, but Harvey and vigilantes? A recipe for disaster just waiting to happen.
His mind made up, Ned leaned further out his car window. "Radio Bullock," he told the officer, "and let him know I'm coming in. Has he called SWAT?"
"No, sir."
"Well, then, what the hell is he doing?" He wasn't expecting an answer, even as the officer hurried back to his own patrol car. "Get Central on the horn, too," Ned called after him. "We need a SWAT team on scene, ASAP!"
He got a hurried wave in response, as the other patrol officer pulled aside the road blocks to allow him to drive on through. Ned gunned the engine, heading in the direction of the Exchange, Gordon directing him to the quickest route.
Better see what exactly was going on down there.