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Reliance by destinyawakened (NC-17)
Fandom: DC UNIVERSE: BATMAN NOLANVERSE
Pairing: Jim/Bruce
Length: 18,000
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
After the events of The Dark Knight and the Joker's rampage on Gotham City, Bruce's trust in people has been pushed to the limit. He therefore takes it upon himself to test Jim Gordon in order find out once and for all if he truly can be counted as an ally to Batman, much to the chagrin of Alfred. As anyone can probably predict nothing really goes according to plan.
“Commissioner Gordon, I'm glad I caught you,” Wayne said suavely, and there was something in his tone that set Gordon at ease as he took the younger man's hand.
“Mister Wayne, what can I do for you?” Gordon found himself asking curiously.
-----
Step One: Prove Yourself.
It took a lot more effort than Bruce anticipated to get the commissioner to go out to dinner with him. At first Bruce had just casually offered dinner to the obviously lonely older man. Bruce knew full well that Gordon's wife left him just weeks prior and they had just finalized their divorce. Gordon refused, he had said he had a lot of work to catch-up on. That was when Bruce brought out the big guns and said it was work, that Bruce was considering giving a very large donation to the GCPD and needed to talk it over with the Commissioner. This caught Gordon's attention. Bruce wasn't sure if the man actually was lonely and needed the excuse to get away from the office, or if he was truly interested in what Bruce had to say about the donation.
Which ever it was, it didn't matter now. What mattered was Jim Gordon was sitting across from Bruce Wayne at one of the more prestigious restaurants in Gotham – Bruce's choice. Gordon was looking over the menu and Bruce was tapping the side of his wine glass with his fingernails, staring at the ripples in the red liquid. When he looked up to see if Gordon had decided on something, the older man was staring at him in a rather annoyed fashion. Bruce gave one of his infamous playboy grins, and placed his hand flat on the table.
“They always have wonderful pasta dishes here,” Bruce said calmly when Gordon glanced back down at his menu, looking over the top of his glasses to see the words a little better.
“I was leaning more towards the steak,” Gordon replied to Bruce's comment, obviously not wanting to seem like he had no idea what he was ordering here. Unfortunately for Gordon the steaks here were not made of cow, but ostrich. Bruce bit down into his lower lip to keep himself from spurting out in laughter at the thought of Gordon's face when he bit into a steak that was not what he was expecting.
Gordon placed the menu down on the table, folding it. He looked at Bruce curiously, and the playboy couldn't help but keep his vibrant grin. “Something wrong with the steak?”
“Not at all. It's a very good choice.” It wasn't a lie, the ostrich was very good and if Bruce was lucky, Gordon would actually like it. Gordon shrugged and didn't push it any further than that. They ordered their meals minutes later, and Gordon had a glass of scotch brought out, after Bruce insisted. Once the Commissioner had a few sips, Bruce set down his glass – still quite full – on the table, leaning himself onto his forearms so that he wouldn't have to speak louder than was necessary for Gordon to hear.
“The Wayne Foundation and it's board members have been speaking recently about the needs of the city. We could give our money to the poor, create more shelters, soup kitchens... but the fact is we have tons of those already operating in the city. With these crime sprees on the rise, we all agreed that the Gotham City Police Department could use the money. Major Crimes needs repair, better holding cells, new equipment for all your officers, cars with new technology. You name it, we'll be there to provide it.” Bruce explained, and it seemed he caught Gordon off guard, as if the older man expected Bruce to be a bit more subtle in bringing the up subject.
Gordon raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “You aren't just going to write us a check and tell us to spend it wisely?”
Bruce rolled his eyes exasperatedly, shaking his head. “A check seems so informal and less personal. I'm leading up the project myself. If you agree, we'll be working together to create a better more equipped police force for Gotham.”
“That is very generous Mister Wayne, but a man so involved in his company, such as yourself, must not have the time for such an extreme projects. A check would be sufficient.” Gordon still had that baffled look on his face, somewhat thrown off by Bruce's proposition. Maybe there was something in the PD the commissioner didn't want Bruce to know about...
Well of course there was: Batman. It just proved a little more than Gordon had no idea who Batman really was. If Bruce had his way, it would stay that way.
“Nonsense!” Bruce said as he gestured his hand to brush off the remark. “There is nothing more deserving of my time than getting Gotham back to normal.”
Gordon attempted to hold back a laugh but that resulted in him coughing. He took a sip of water and, cleared his throat. “Normal for Gotham isn't all that great Mister Wayne.”
Bruce nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek before giving a more thought out answer. “Well, then to bring Gotham back to its prime – the way it was before Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed.” Bruce had long since gotten past saying his parents' names without breaking; he was stronger now. Gordon looked taken back, sympathetic even, and Bruce found he didn't quite like that look on Gordon.
“Your father had quite a vision,” Gordon said softly, looking the other way for a moment, and then his eyes met Bruce's again and the answer to Bruce's proposition was more than evident in the way the commissioner's smile appeared faintly behind his mustache. “Alright, Mister Wayne. You have a deal.”
Bruce reached for his glass just as Gordon brought his tumbler up for toast. This time Bruce did sip his wine as he smirked behind the glass.
Step One: complete.
-----
“Master Wayne, are you quite sure this is way to go about doing this?” Alfred asked a few weeks later, handing Bruce a mug of coffee. Bruce looked up at the older gentleman, ticking his head to the side in question.
“I don't see any other possible ways to execute this effectively, Alfred. If you have any better ideas...” Bruce trailed off, motioning his hand at the computer screen, watching as Alfred dutifully shook his head and closed his mouth. It had be learned long ago not to argue with Bruce, there was often no reason for it. Alfred was there to offer his advice when it was needed, and nothing else.
“No, Master Wayne.” The older of the two men said with a heavy breath. “Shall I assume you'll want the limo brought around Wayne Enterprises at seven this evening, sir?”
Bruce let his eyes wander back to the computer screen. “Yes.”
“Very well.”
Reliance
Pairing: Jim/Bruce
Length: 18,000
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
After the events of The Dark Knight and the Joker's rampage on Gotham City, Bruce's trust in people has been pushed to the limit. He therefore takes it upon himself to test Jim Gordon in order find out once and for all if he truly can be counted as an ally to Batman, much to the chagrin of Alfred. As anyone can probably predict nothing really goes according to plan.
“Commissioner Gordon, I'm glad I caught you,” Wayne said suavely, and there was something in his tone that set Gordon at ease as he took the younger man's hand.
“Mister Wayne, what can I do for you?” Gordon found himself asking curiously.
-----
Step One: Prove Yourself.
It took a lot more effort than Bruce anticipated to get the commissioner to go out to dinner with him. At first Bruce had just casually offered dinner to the obviously lonely older man. Bruce knew full well that Gordon's wife left him just weeks prior and they had just finalized their divorce. Gordon refused, he had said he had a lot of work to catch-up on. That was when Bruce brought out the big guns and said it was work, that Bruce was considering giving a very large donation to the GCPD and needed to talk it over with the Commissioner. This caught Gordon's attention. Bruce wasn't sure if the man actually was lonely and needed the excuse to get away from the office, or if he was truly interested in what Bruce had to say about the donation.
Which ever it was, it didn't matter now. What mattered was Jim Gordon was sitting across from Bruce Wayne at one of the more prestigious restaurants in Gotham – Bruce's choice. Gordon was looking over the menu and Bruce was tapping the side of his wine glass with his fingernails, staring at the ripples in the red liquid. When he looked up to see if Gordon had decided on something, the older man was staring at him in a rather annoyed fashion. Bruce gave one of his infamous playboy grins, and placed his hand flat on the table.
“They always have wonderful pasta dishes here,” Bruce said calmly when Gordon glanced back down at his menu, looking over the top of his glasses to see the words a little better.
“I was leaning more towards the steak,” Gordon replied to Bruce's comment, obviously not wanting to seem like he had no idea what he was ordering here. Unfortunately for Gordon the steaks here were not made of cow, but ostrich. Bruce bit down into his lower lip to keep himself from spurting out in laughter at the thought of Gordon's face when he bit into a steak that was not what he was expecting.
Gordon placed the menu down on the table, folding it. He looked at Bruce curiously, and the playboy couldn't help but keep his vibrant grin. “Something wrong with the steak?”
“Not at all. It's a very good choice.” It wasn't a lie, the ostrich was very good and if Bruce was lucky, Gordon would actually like it. Gordon shrugged and didn't push it any further than that. They ordered their meals minutes later, and Gordon had a glass of scotch brought out, after Bruce insisted. Once the Commissioner had a few sips, Bruce set down his glass – still quite full – on the table, leaning himself onto his forearms so that he wouldn't have to speak louder than was necessary for Gordon to hear.
“The Wayne Foundation and it's board members have been speaking recently about the needs of the city. We could give our money to the poor, create more shelters, soup kitchens... but the fact is we have tons of those already operating in the city. With these crime sprees on the rise, we all agreed that the Gotham City Police Department could use the money. Major Crimes needs repair, better holding cells, new equipment for all your officers, cars with new technology. You name it, we'll be there to provide it.” Bruce explained, and it seemed he caught Gordon off guard, as if the older man expected Bruce to be a bit more subtle in bringing the up subject.
Gordon raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “You aren't just going to write us a check and tell us to spend it wisely?”
Bruce rolled his eyes exasperatedly, shaking his head. “A check seems so informal and less personal. I'm leading up the project myself. If you agree, we'll be working together to create a better more equipped police force for Gotham.”
“That is very generous Mister Wayne, but a man so involved in his company, such as yourself, must not have the time for such an extreme projects. A check would be sufficient.” Gordon still had that baffled look on his face, somewhat thrown off by Bruce's proposition. Maybe there was something in the PD the commissioner didn't want Bruce to know about...
Well of course there was: Batman. It just proved a little more than Gordon had no idea who Batman really was. If Bruce had his way, it would stay that way.
“Nonsense!” Bruce said as he gestured his hand to brush off the remark. “There is nothing more deserving of my time than getting Gotham back to normal.”
Gordon attempted to hold back a laugh but that resulted in him coughing. He took a sip of water and, cleared his throat. “Normal for Gotham isn't all that great Mister Wayne.”
Bruce nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek before giving a more thought out answer. “Well, then to bring Gotham back to its prime – the way it was before Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed.” Bruce had long since gotten past saying his parents' names without breaking; he was stronger now. Gordon looked taken back, sympathetic even, and Bruce found he didn't quite like that look on Gordon.
“Your father had quite a vision,” Gordon said softly, looking the other way for a moment, and then his eyes met Bruce's again and the answer to Bruce's proposition was more than evident in the way the commissioner's smile appeared faintly behind his mustache. “Alright, Mister Wayne. You have a deal.”
Bruce reached for his glass just as Gordon brought his tumbler up for toast. This time Bruce did sip his wine as he smirked behind the glass.
Step One: complete.
-----
“Master Wayne, are you quite sure this is way to go about doing this?” Alfred asked a few weeks later, handing Bruce a mug of coffee. Bruce looked up at the older gentleman, ticking his head to the side in question.
“I don't see any other possible ways to execute this effectively, Alfred. If you have any better ideas...” Bruce trailed off, motioning his hand at the computer screen, watching as Alfred dutifully shook his head and closed his mouth. It had be learned long ago not to argue with Bruce, there was often no reason for it. Alfred was there to offer his advice when it was needed, and nothing else.
“No, Master Wayne.” The older of the two men said with a heavy breath. “Shall I assume you'll want the limo brought around Wayne Enterprises at seven this evening, sir?”
Bruce let his eyes wander back to the computer screen. “Yes.”
“Very well.”
Reliance