The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-EIGHT)

Commissioner Lynx knew she would have to keep her emotions in check but as she stared at the decorated casket containing Commissioner Gordon’s body within its confines she was finding it very hard to.

The rain had begun to appropriately fall from the sky, casting everything in a gloomier light. People were starting to arrive at the procession, meaning she would have to regain composure quickly. Behind her, she heard footsteps approaching but she didn’t turn to look.

“Are you going to be okay?” a man asked her.

It was Robin’s voice. She didn’t turn but she did let a hint of a smile touch her face.

“I have to be, don’t you think?” she said.

He put his hand on her shoulder. She absorbed his kindness as her head dropped.

She felt his hand slip away from her and when she turned she noticed the new mayor, Tom Goldman, approaching in a sharp black suit, his hat, and his silver-tipped cane. He wore a solemn expression but she could sense his inauthenticity.

“Commissioner, this is truly a sad day for Gotham,” he began.

“Yes it is,” she said, retaining an austere expression.

He turned his attention to Robin who stood by her shoulder gazing at the top hat-wearing with clear distrust in his eyes.

“Ah, Robin, it’s so relieving to see you here. I feel safer already.”

“The Penguin has shown us that he’s not scared to make a scene,” Robin responded. “I would hate for this funeral to become the grounds of his next bold statement.”

“As would I,” the mayor said with all seriousness.

He turned his attention back to Lynx. “And I’m sure you’re taking this loss rather hard, aren’t you?”

Lynx raised her chin. “We all lose people. As Commissioner, I understand what it means to move on.”

The mayor tapped his cane. “Wow, you are one tough cookie. Gordon was right to have you become the new commissioner.”

Their attention was drawn as individuals began to approach; newscasters and family members, police officers and government officials. Robin turned to Lynx.

“Commissioner,” he said with a dip of his head.

She nodded. “Robin.”

As Robin departed, The Penguin placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin as he watched Lynx, in turn heading to her fellow police officers. So it was true.

His compatriots had told him that Robin had a thing for the pretty commissioner. Their exchange, while curt, was rife with sexual implications. A smile touched his lips. His plan would go splendidly.

Robin moved away from the crowd, keeping his eyes and ears on the world around him. If The Penguin was going to strike it could be at any moment, meaning he had to stay vigilant.

“So, the Commissioner, she’s the one, isn’t she?” he heard Gloria ask in his earpiece.

His eyebrows furrowed as he rappelled himself onto the balcony of a nearby building.

“What?” he asked.

“The secret woman you have a crush on. It’s the Commissioner, isn’t it?”

His jaw clenched as the teenager guffawed.

“You like the Commissioner,” she continued. “Ha-ha-ha!”

“This isn’t the time for jokes!” he snapped. “Do you see any criminal activity?”

With her laughter subsiding, Ramirez responded, “No. All seems pretty clear. I’m not picking up anything.”

“Good. Stay on the task at hand.”

“Whatever you say, lover boy.” As she began to laugh again he ended the transmission.

He sighed. “Teenagers.”

Katherine Kane, meanwhile, was one such individual who had been invited to the funeral, allowing her the chance to observe the crowd and keep an eye on the funeral from the street level.

There were so many important people here. The Commissioner, the new Mayor, judges, and wealthy businessmen and women, and everyone else at the procession. If The Penguin attacked it would be utterly disastrous. She couldn’t let that happen.

 

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