10196/The Scion meets the Stalwart Lawman

The Scion meets the Stalwart Lawman
Date of Scene:	26 November 2019
Location:	GCPD Headquarters, Columbia Point
Synopsis:	Damian meets with Commissioner Gordon, assuages any doubts there could have had with Wayne Enterprises and the GCPD.
Cast of Characters:	Jim Gordon, Robin (Wayne)

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Jim Gordon has posed:
The snow drifts down, coating Gotham in white and grey. Gotham's winters are killer. Thankfully, the season hasn't settled in yet, and the snow flurries are light and irregular for now. In a few weeks, however, and things might get bad...as they regularly do. The window to the office is open, letting in the chilly evening outside. Jim doesn't mind that, however, since it also lets out his cigarette smoke. It's technically illegal to smoke in here, but it's the kind of law the normally stalwart man doesn't mind stepping over when he's stressed.

His coat is draped over the back of his office chair, and the sleeves on his shirt are rolled to the elbows of his thick arms, which are powerful even in his fifties. He stares out at the street, puffing on his cigarette as he thinks. He has a meeting any minute now, and it's simply one more thing to deal with, on top of the stack of cases on his desk. He might not be a detective anymore, but many things pass through him. The Batman and the other vigilantes do a lot in the city, but the GCPD still handle the majority of crime. Just...not the masked freaks most of the time.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The interim Wayne Enterprises chairman had arrived in Burnley with a level of fanfare that hadn't been seen in a long time. The tabloids had all been scrutinizing the youngest Wayne and the job he was doing. "Damian, what is your business at GCPD?" One reporter asks, looking for a sound byte.

  "Wayne Enterprises has always supported the efforts of the GCPD. My tenure as chairman will not change that crucial relationship." He comments calmly, shrugging off more questions as he walks into the halls of Gotham's Finest.

  The young man was dressed in a business suit, and a black cashmere coat along with black leather gloves. "Damian Wayne for Commissioner Gordon, I have an appointment." He tells the desk clerk, who explains the way to the commissioner's office. The Art Deco building was beautiful in that lovely Gotham sort of way.

  Damian looked very much like a young Bruce, if only for two things: his light green eyes and his olive skin, both were gifted from his mother. But the face was the spitting image of his father.

  As Damian approaches the office, he removes those gloves and knocks on the door with the frosted glass window. Three sharp knocks, this was Wayne Enterprises business after all.

Jim Gordon has posed:
He glances at his desk phone as it rings, and he flicks his cigarette out into the snow. He makes his way over to the desk and picks it up. "Gordon here," he grunts, smoothing down his moustache. He nods. "On time. Guess he didn't get tardiness from his old man." He hangs up the phone and sinks into the chair behind his desk.

Gordon spends a moment sliding his files away and trying to make his office look presentable, but it's fairly obvious the man practically lives in here. He has always been a workaholic, and these nights are no different. He lifts his coffee mug to his lips and winces as he discovers it is ice cold by now. "Come in!," he calls out.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian twisted the knob, the metal-on-metal sounds indicating his arrival. "Commissioner Gordon." He greets, his tenor voice youthful and still in the throes of aging into a man.

  His hair was in an undercut, and slicked back with pomade. "It is a pleasure to meet you, in my official capacity." He comments, a slight smile on his face. He holds out his hand, his slender frame deceives the sturdy handshake he gives, so much in the business world rested on the handshake, and Damian's was every bit as firm as his father would give in the situation, strong and stable, without being overbearing and squeezingly painful.

Jim Gordon has posed:
"Mister Wayne," he responds, rising to his feet behind his desk. The man was built a bit like a retired linebacker or boxer, which makes sense. Square shoulders and a heavy, strong build. He glanced down at the offered his own hand to shake it. He returned the firm grip. Gordon's hand was rough, as one might expect from a man like him.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the seat across from him, and then he slid down into his own. "Glad you could make it. I'm sure we both have pretty busy schedules, but there's just a few things we need to go over now that you're in charge of things over there."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Thank you, sir." He offers, removing his coat and placing it behind the chair as offered, his blazer unbuttoned before he sits, showing the pinstriped vest and red tie underneath. "Indeed, but for the GCPD, the Wayne family will always have time for." He says with a confident smile.

  He removes a small leather bound notebook and a fountain pen, prepared to make any notes he would need to. "So, first item of business."

Jim Gordon has posed:
"We appreciate that," he says after a moment, leaning forward a bit in his seat. He nods at that and reaches into a drawer, pulling out a file. He sets it out and opens it. He adjusts his glasses and glances over the page.

"Well, the main thing is the semi-annual donations from the company, obviously. They help a lot around here. No matter how much money gets thrown at us, it's never enough to deal with what's out there. That just isn't how Gotham works. But...the enhanced cells, equipment and training helps."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "The WayneTech Prometheus phones we supplied the GCPD working out for you?" He asks, looking to Jim. "And of course Wayne Enterprises wants to keep equipping Gotham's Finest with the best equipment we offer. My father holds a special place in his heart for the GCPD, and I can assure you Wayne Enterprises will continue to support the endeavors of the Gotham Police Department."

  "Now, of course, the donation to the Policeman's Ball will also stand." Damian adds in, scribing down a couple notes.

Jim Gordon has posed:
"Quite well," he responds. He nods to that and sits back in his chair again, brushing his fingers over his moustache. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. I didn't think Wayne would be pulling everything, of course, but...you can't be too careful."

He watches the young man take notes, and he nods. "Good to know. Alright, then..."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Are you anticipating any other needs at this time?" Damian asks, looking to Jim.

  The young business man sits back, wanting to see what if anything the GCPD needed. "Understandable. With a new regime come shake ups, we have been focusing on building up the reputation again. After my father was injured, Wayne Enterprises stock took a hit. But it was expected, with one man being figurehead, just like Apple with Steve Jobs."

Jim Gordon has posed:
"I think we have things pretty well handled, all in all. I just wanted to make sure this was all handled...," he replies. In truth he wanted a face to face with the kid. He wanted to size him up and see what kind of Chairman he was going to be.

"If there's anything Wayne needs with the whole...recovering thing...just ask. I know that's a silly thing to offer to a man who literally has everything, but still.."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian caps his pen, placing it back in his vest, along with the notebook. "Very good then. My phone is the same one Bruce had, if you need, just give me a ring." He offers. "And I'll let him know you send your regards. Fortunately he is making great strides as of late. And I will probably be out of a job." He says with a chuckle, though Damian has been more than capable, he always preferred working with his usual charities, animal conservation and such.

Jim Gordon has posed:
"Well, I'm glad to hear it." He pauses. "Erm. Him recovering. Not the...you out of a job thing." The man rises to his feet and makes his way over to the open window, peering out at the night. "Well, Wayne's earned more then his share of favors over the years, so you just let me know." It would be obvious that he wasn't referring to the corruption level of 'favors', of course. Just...favors.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The young corporate rises to his feet, and gives a nod to the Commissioner. "Thank you, Commissioner."

  His coat is put back on, and the smile returning to his face. "Have a happy Thanksgiving." He offers before he opens the door to the office.

Jim Gordon has posed:
"You too, Mr. Wayne," he replies. Calling the child that bothers him a hint, but it certainly doesn't show. He's more professional then that.

Once Damian has left the office he looks out the window and fishes out his pack of cigarettes.