There’s rumors going around GCPD: The Batman, a friend of Gordon’s, has been coming around crime scenes and helping out the detectives.
Some say he’s a cryptid. Others say he’s a vampire. Others say “I don’t care what he is, I saw him beat the shit out of a dozen men in ten seconds flat; I don’t want him near me.”
Whatever he is, he’s on the scene now, and all of the officers are on high alert.
Gordon: Come take a look at this blood spatter, big guy.
Batman: *glides over, glances around for a few seconds, then grunts*
Gordon: Exactly. And how about the window?
Batman: *turns toward window, points a flashlight at it, then pokes at a shard of glass on the floor* Hn.
Gordon: Yeah, I got that, but which one?
Batman: *mumbles a few syllables*
Gordon: Man, you really have a knack for this. Thanks for the help.
Batman, eyes darting around, jaw clenching, doing a little tapping thing with his fingers:
Gordon: Seriously, I owe you for this. Want to grab a coffee real quick or—
Batman: *launches himself out the window, but his boot catches on the ledge and he goes face-first down the side of the building. He lands in a roll, lays flat on his back for a few moments, then gets up and runs away*
Gordon, rubbing his forehead: Please just…just don’t mention this in front of him—