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Chapter Twelve:

The Commissioner
As Jim Gordon forced down the third belt of the potent whiskey he kept stashed away in his desk, the Gotham City Police Commissioner found he still couldn’t drown out the bitter taste of his weakness...
In the past month, his entire existence had been taken from him.
The loss of Harvey Dent four weeks ago was the first blow. Although Harvey was scheduled to come out his medically-induced coma tomorrow, Gordon knew he’d have to plead for the D.A.’s life tonight. And he knew damned well that his Mistress wouldn’t want Dent alive… but the old cop just had to intervene on Dent’s behalf.
Jim had been friends with Harvey for far too long to allow it to end like that.
And now there was Judson Caspian, the right-wing businessman who had become the drug’s latest victim; and now another patient at the same hospital. Christ, Caspian was probably another poor fool she’d want silenced. There'd be a pile of bodies laid at his feet before this whole, sordid affair was over and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it...
The GCPD Commissioner took a final long pull from his potent whiskey and tensed as that familiar heat followed a well-tread pathway down his scorched throat.
The situation with the Mayor’s Office was almost comical compared to Dent and Caspian. The Mayor (the puppet Falcone had bought and paid for) was still putting pressure on Gordon to retrieve Falcone’s necklace and make an arrest. In one of the most bizarre and invasive criminal investigations the GCPD had ever been forced to undertake, the only result so far – unfortunately – had been various lawsuits launched against the Department.
Several prestigious men had been made to dress in black stockings and then been photographed in a line-up with their pants down… Of course they weren’t happy about it! Who would be?! He was getting a little tired of taking threatening calls from their overpriced lawyers.
If only those rich idiots realized the true danger they were in…
Harvey Dent and Judson Caspian were the tip of the iceberg. One single woman was bringing Gotham’s rich to its knees. And James Gordon had no idea how he would save his city - or even himself –from her. But the absolute worst thing about this whole fiasco was that there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. He had failed his city. He had failed himself. He had failed the loyalty of his ex-wife and daughter.
Maybe if Barbara was still in his life, maybe then he might have been able to stand up against her. But what did it matter… His wife and daughter were long gone now, driven away from this mad city.
And his Mistress was waiting for him.
The knock at his door caused him to quickly stash the bottle he’d been taking refuge in, a condemned man’s last drink.
“…Come in.”
As the door opened, Gordon watched the silhouette of a muscular young man fill its doorway and cast a shadow across his office. Before him stood one of the reasons that had driven him to drink tonight. Obviously, Officer Richard Grayson was working late again and judging from the frantic state of the young man, Grayson was obviously excited to tell him something.
Maybe he’d get lucky. Maybe they had finally located Selina Kyle. He could use some good news…
“Ahem… Sorry to disturb you Commissioner, but I think we may have just caught a break in the drug case. Bruce Wayne just called. He had his private lab run some tests on a sample of Need that had soaked into his pants and they provided an analysis.”
This was not the good news Gordon needed. In fact, it was the complete opposite of good news…
“Oh?… And what did Wayne Industries figure out for us? And close the door behind you, Grayson.”
Dick quietly closed the door and then flipped open the notes he had taken during Bruce’s call from only moments ago. Dick wasn’t about to tell Gordon that his mentor Bruce Wayne kept a state-of-the-art lab in the vast caves below his mansion and that Bruce had actually run the tests himself. He might as well say that Bruce Wayne is Batman then...
“They say that the main ingredient is from a flowering shrub called Eurycoma longifolia that’s been genetically modified. It’s a flowering shrub normally native to Indonesia and Malaysia and a well-known natural aphrodisiac…
The steroid alcohols from this particular variety - which are the primary agent of the drug’s effect - can’t maintain stability for longer than forty-eight hours, which means that it’s probably being produced locally. Bruce mentioned that we may want to check out Gotham Botanical Gardens or the University Greenhouses for Eurycoma longifolia and question any local people who may have worked with it.
Logically, there can’t be more than a handful of people in Gotham who would have access to this plant. There’s also the possibility it may not be organized crime, but perhaps even just one brilliant individual manufacturing the drug.”
As Dick closed his notepad, Gordon felt the world around him begin to collapse. It took literally everything in him just to keep his hands off his gun and do something he never thought he was ever capable of. He could never murder another cop, even though Mistress would be most unhappy with this latest news.
“Well, that is interesting. We’ll need those analyses for the courts of course… Good work, Officer Grayson... By the way, how is Bruce doing?”
“Recovering nicely... He’s resting at home until further notice. He just hopes that we’re able to apprehend Selina Kyle quickly.”
Another reason why Mistress was unhappy. And if Mistress was unhappy, James Gordon was unhappy.
“She should have never escaped in the first place… I hope you learned a valuable lesson about following orders today, Officer Grayson. Your rogue actions almost cost your partner his life… There are criminals in Gotham so dangerous that they can never be handled alone by a single Officer. The risk is far too severe.”
Gordon watched as this handsome young Officer with the impossibly blue eyes suddenly tensed. Good… He knew that Richard was aware of how badly he had screwed up with Selina Kyle this afternoon and the Commissioner was more than willing to use that against Dick. And the boy would have to be dealt with... somehow. Without realizing it, Dick’s discovery had jeopardized his own life. He knew that his Mistress would want him removed.
Gordon sighed heavily as the bright young Officer continued.
“Yes, Sir… I wanted to apologize for my poor judgement. I take full responsibility for my actions regarding Officer Valdez.”
“Then I’ll have your discipline ready tomorrow. You may be looking at suspension... Don’t worry about this lead of yours, Dick. I’ll hand-pick a task force of Senior Detectives to investigate once we have all the facts... Was there anything else, Grayson?”
“Sir… If possible, I would like to be a part of that investigation. I’ve seen the effects of this drug first-hand and I would like to get it out of circulation before anyone else is hurt. If we could postpone my suspension until this case is solved, I promise I’ll do everything by the book from here on in.”
“I’m sorry, Officer… But this is a high-level investigation. I need experienced cops who are willing to follow a playbook. I just can’t afford any more Rookie mistakes... I’m sorry, but that’s my final decision.”
Dick watched the GCDP Commissioner closely. Having spent years at Bruce’s side as Robin, Dick understood the science of how to read a person’s behaviour and their body language. Gordon’s behaviour revealed that the Commissioner was extremely uncomfortable and apprehensive about something and not just his actions from earlier in the day.
The smell of hard alcohol was also unmistakable on his breath. Was it because of Sunday morning? Was Gordon trying to distance himself from him and tearing himself up inside over what had happened between them on Sunday morning? Had Dick inadvertently pushed the older man into doing something he was ashamed of?
“Sir… If I could… I’d like to clear the air between us. I know that stress can make a man do things that he would normally never do. And you’ve been under a terrible amount of stress lately. You don’t need to be so hard on yourself.”
The Commissioner wet his lips and then shifted uncomfortably.
“Grayson… What happened on Sunday morning was a mistake... On both of our parts. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Dick had been more than willing to pay the Commissioner's price for Bruce’s private interrogation early Sunday morning. When the warrant had come down, Richard had been forced to use every ounce of charm available to him with Gordon... He had to. Dick understood that in Bruce Wayne’s perilous mental state, his unstable mentor would have never made it through a line-up like that at the station.
It would have been a disaster. In fact, there was a good possibility that an agitated Bruce may have panicked and then resorted to physical violence against the Police.
And a physically violent Bruce against a dozen armed Officers was not a good thing... for either side.
So Richard had gone into Gordon’s office to try and convince the Commissioner to allow Dick to perform a private interrogation at Bruce Wayne’s Estate, complete with a sworn affidavit and photos. He would provide Gordon with everything he needed. Richard had played on Bruce’s professional reputation in Gotham and the damage this sort of thing would do to Wayne Industries should it become public knowledge.
And he’d attempted to be as sexy as possible while doing it.
Gordon’s reaction had absolutely floored him. It was absolutely the last thing he had ever expected the stolid Commissioner to do. Gordon had patiently listened to his reasons, and then simply stood and unzipped his pants, hauling out his swollen cock. As Officer Richard Grayson silently stared open-jawed at the fleshy appendage, the older Commissioner smiled and then commanded Dick to get on his knees and ‘convince’ him.
Richard was quite sure that he’d been the only man to ever suck Jim Gordon’s cock.
It was like something out of a twisted fantasy. In order for the young Officer to convince his Commanding Officer not to bring Bruce into the Station, he’d basically been forced to give Jim Gordon a full-on blowjob. He knew he wasn’t the first cop in Gotham to trade sexual favours - but he was pretty sure that the Commissioner had never asked his men for ‘extra service’.
Richard had always thought of Jim Gordon as a straight-laced heterosexual man, but that image was quickly shattered. In fact, Jim seemed to be really getting off on having his stiff cock sucked by Richard, practically ramming it down his throat and openly moaning his approval for Dick's oral talents.
Richard knew what he was doing after all. He’d done this for Bruce more times than he could count.
After a couple of minutes, Jim was so far gone that Dick was sure that he could have stood up, bent Jim over and happily taken the Commissioner up his tightly wound ass. But instead of indulging in his own desires, Dick had persevered and wound up swallowing half-a-pint of hot cum as the older man exploded deep into his throat.
Afterwards, Gordon acquiesced to his request for Bruce’s private interrogation.
Richard been able to take out his own sexual frustrations on Bruce’s own tightly wound ass later on that morning. So in a way, it had all worked out for everyone in the end, even if Gordon had decided to try something new and obviously felt guilty about it…
Still, Dick didn’t want to jeopardize his working relationship with the Commissioner. Obviously, Jim Gordon must have been having some lingering regrets about his uncharacteristic sexual behaviour and was now uncomfortable around the young man who had sucked his cock (probably better than his ex-wife ever had). There was no need to blow it out of proportions though.
Dick could be a good boy when required.
“I understand, Sir. The matter is closed. I appreciate the leeway that you were able to afford Mr. Wayne and his professional reputation on Sunday morning and I promise to keep our relationship strictly professional and platonic going forward.”
Gordon smiled.
“Glad to hear that… Now if you don’t mind, I’m very tired, Officer Grayson. Go home and get some rest. Take some leave until this whole mess blows over.”
"Leave, Sir?"
"Takes the rest of the week off. Clear your head."
“If that’s what you feel would be best, Sir… Could someone please contact me as soon as Selina Kyle is apprehended? It’s just that I’m worried about Bruce…”
Gordon put his hand firmly on Dick’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.
“Don’t worry, Son… There’s not a cop in Gotham who isn’t keeping an eye out for her. It’s only a matter of time before we get a hold of Selina Kyle... But why don’t you take a few days off and spend them with Bruce if you’re so worried? We’ll forget all about your mistake this afternoon and also what happened on Sunday morning.”
Dick realized that Gordon wasn’t giving him a choice in the matter... Had he really messed up that badly? Still, it would be nice to spend some time with Bruce. Truth be told, he’d been worried about him all day.
“Alright, Sir. I’m due for a few days off.”
“It’s settled then. I don’t want to see your pretty face around here for the rest of the week. Now, go and get that sexy ass out of my office, Son.”
“Ahhh… Yes, Sir… and Goodnight… and thank you.”
Dick had a sneaking suspicion that James Gordon was hiding something… Had the older man secretly been harbouring a crush on him? He had called him sexy after all…. Or perhaps it was just that other cops may have blaming Dick for what had happened to Officer Valdez today. Maybe it was best to let it all blow over.
Whatever Gordon’s reasoning was, Dick decided to make the best of his forced vacation and surprise Bruce at the Estate early tomorrow morning. Maybe he’d even take his old Robin outfit out of retirement and wear it under his coat to give Bruce a sexy treat in bed…
Dick grinned happily as he left Gordon’s office, imagining Bruce's reaction when he showed up as Robin in the morning. Man, Bruce would be so surprised! He hadn't worn the outfit since...
Since that time he had been forced to give up being Robin.

As Commissioner Gordon walked the abandoned backstreets, he recalled that Gotham’s Death Row had a green floor. How strange that his walk along his own personal Death Row only had dark asphalt and a green ending. There was a damned good chance he would die tonight and that he was strolling his last mile.
As James Gordon walked the lonely blocks to the alley where the familiar big black limo waited for him, he shuddered with the chill of an approaching storm that only he seemed to be able to feel.
There was a storm coming to Gotham and its name was Pamela Lillian Isley.
This brave man who had faced down some of Gotham’s most vile criminals now suppressed a cold shiver as he opened the back door of the waiting limousine and slowly entered. As usual, the partition was up to ensure complete privacy. Jim had no idea of who the driver was and he didn’t really care. It didn’t matter anymore.
Every last rational thought remaining to him now told him to run, to get out of there, but he was no longer guided by reason. He was guided by her.
As he quietly slid into the soft leather seat, Gordon fixed his gaze upon the other sole occupant of the limousine’s well-appointed passenger area, sinking deeper into its plush seat and his subservient intoxication at the very sight of the woman who had waited for him.
Dear God she was beautiful… The same sort of silken red hair that he had fallen in love with long ago now floated above pale green eyes that held all the secrets of the world. He awaited the words from those thick red lips that would allow him to live or die.
His eyes drifted downwards to her short brown skirt which couldn’t conceal the lacy tops of dark green stockings which sheathed those long, luxourious legs. A tight, sheer white top joyfully revealed the ivory-lace bra beneath it - as well as the soft curves it encased which he had no right to enjoy. Even the green, floral silk scarf she wore around her neck made him envision it bound around his wrists, as he fantasized that she would use him for her pleasure…
It was beyond simple infatuation. He would literally die without her. Whatever resistance he had started with at the beginning was long gone now. His investigation of Harvey Dent’s overdose had eventually led James Gordon into Pamela Isley’s sweet trap almost three weeks ago…
And he’d been lost there ever since, falling deeper and deeper into her deadly embrace.
“You’re late, James.”
“I… had a visitor, Mistress... Richard Grayson.”
“Ah, your naughty little boy-toy. How disobedient you are, James... You know how I disapprove of these little dalliances... Did you make him suck your cock again? Or perhaps you fucked him in his tight, little ass? Did you have your way with him? Tell me.”
“No Mistress… I will never be disloyal to you again… I swear it. He told me Bruce Wayne had a sample of Need analyzed… They’ve discovered the Eurycoma longifolia component... Grayson brought it to my attention.”
Pamela snuggled closer to him as he felt his heart begin to race from just the scent and closeness of her. James Gordon began to shake uncontrollably when this stunning woman begin to twist her finger around his brown tie.
“That is unfortunate, James... You took care of it of course?”
“I… gave him the week off. He’ll be with Bruce Wayne.”
“James… that is not how we take care of our problems, is it? A little sacrifice is necessary if I’m going to save our world from man’s tyranny. Surely you understand that, don’t you my sweet?”
“I do… I’m sorry, Mistress. But… I can’t… I can’t kill him.”
Gordon tensed with apprehension when this woman who was half his age suddenly knelt on top of his thighs, facing him with her hands digging into his broad shoulders. Even though he was much stronger than she was, the Commissioner of the GCPD was powerless beneath Pamela Isley. Her one-hundred-and-fifteen pounds might as well have been a ton of steel chains around him.
He cowered beneath her cold, hard stare.
“Well, well… Do I have a rival, James?... There’s still a little of ‘you’ left in there after all, isn’t there?... Has his tight little ass got you all in a flutter?... Is that why you come to me and then dare to tell me what you can and can’t do… I think you’ve forgotten that I’m the one who makes those decisions… I decide what you’re capable of... and what you’re not capable of… You may only do as I tell you to do…. Have you forgotten that, James?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Good... Because there is a bright and beautiful world that is about to be reborn, James. I will reclaim the Paradise that was lost to mankind. A Paradise that’s waiting for you as well, but you are tainted... You need to be reborn pure, without the doubts and fears of the old world so that you may enter that Kingdom of Earthly Heaven. You need to taste of my sacrament and let it cleanse your soul… Do you understand, James?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
James Gordon shuddered as Pamela Isley’s hands reached out towards his neck and then loosened his tie – unfastening it and slowly pulling it away from him.
“And then there’s that matter of Selina Kyle. Has our wayward kitten been caught, James?”
“No, Mistress… I have all my men searching for her... Soon.”
“But the evidence was planted in her apartment, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress… The drug you provided me was hidden and then ‘discovered’ by my men this evening. We’ll add that to the charges against her by morning.”
“That should buy us some time then… She needs to be punished… I’m still deeply disappointed in Miss Kyle… Bruce Wayne’s fortune would have helped my cause greatly… She only needed to start him on his way and then turn him over to me… But I suppose that’s what I get for sending an old whore to do a young woman’s work… No matter, Miss Kyle will be dead within a couple of days…”
“Mistress… about Harvey Dent…”
“James, what did I tell you about whining?”
“… That it’s a sign of weakness, Mistress.”
“Precisely… And I need you to be strong, James… For me... Can you do that, Darling?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
Her soft lips touched softly upon his own, sending shock waves of pure pleasure dancing throughout his entire nervous system culminating in his hard cock between her knees. That simple, delicate kiss almost tipped his weary mind past the point of reason.
As she carefully balanced on his thighs, Pamela Isley smiled wickedly at the noticeable reaction between his legs and then slowly pulled one end of his tie from beneath his starched white collar, until its full length was dangling in her hands. With her other hand, she carefully unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and leaned forward once again to kiss him softly.
“You are now ready to be reborn… Lie on your back and place your hands behind your head, James Gordon.”
Pamela Isley shifted her weight off of him and then stood to the side, allowing Gordon to lie down on the limo’s massive leather seat, gazing up at its plush roof through hazy eyes. As instructed, James obediently folded his fingers behind his head while Pamela reached over and carefully pulled off his thick glasses.
She smiled as she threaded his own tie around his wrists and then secured it, binding his hands tightly behind his head. Slaves should be bound.
“This tie represents the chains of man’s cruel world upon you, James Gordon. But you shall be delivered and your bounds removed. You shall travel through darkness, and then you shall embrace the light of a new world… To be saved, you must obey my every command... Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jim watched admiringly as Pamela Isley seductively hiked up her short skirt, suddenly realizing that she hadn’t been wearing underwear the whole time. He felt his cock painfully stiffen in hot anticipation as he gazed upon the flawless texture of her smooth skin and shapely ass when Pamela Isley suddenly stepped overtop of him and gave him a much closer view. It was so agonizingly close now, her moistened pussy and ass hovering merely inches above his face. He could smell the bitter promise and feel the heat of her pink flesh that would lead to his sweet salvation.
Isley planted her knees directly on top of his folded arms while her shiny black high heels now rested behind his head. It was as though his face were to become her saddle, to be ridden for pleasure. Finally, his Mistress lowered herself onto him and fully straddled his head, burying her hot, wet snatch across his mouth while her ass covered his nose.
As foretold, his world became darkness.
Pamela slowly started to grind her pelvis into his face, rubbing her engorged pussy lips across his mouth and chin while Jim shot his tongue desperately into her asshole and vagina as each opportunity was presented, tasting of the bitter drug she had anointed her private places with.
Gordon felt her fingernails dig into his hips as she leaned forward to support herself from the pleasures of his ravishing tongue. As he pleased his Mistress, he was also becoming suffocated by her soft ass and wet, juicy snatch across his airways - but Jim still obediently moved his tongue across her labia, sucking in the wet, bitter liquid instead of the air he so desperately needed.
He knew that this cruel woman would have no qualms about killing him with her Need-drenched orifices, but he would embrace that fate if his Mistress desired it. He was prepared to die for her pleasure.
As Pamela Isley happily squirmed atop his face, she continued to push James Gordon’s rattled mind over the brink of an Abyss to a place where only men like Harvey Dent and Judson Caspian had dared to tread. But Gordon now needed her more than any drug addict had ever needed a fix.
He couldn’t live without her and nor did he want to.
He only wanted to live for her.
His tongue darted across her stiffened clitoris, causing his Mistress to moan in pleasure and then continue to grind her beautiful hips further downward, planting them heavily into his buried face and locking his head into an upright position with her legs. Seconds before James completely blacked out from sexual asphyxiation, Pamela shifted her hips upwards once again, allowing her man-toy to take a desperate gasp of air before dropping her moist ass back onto his eager tongue.
“Mmm… Lick it.”
James dutifully pushed his tongue into Pamela’s tight asshole, tasting the bitter Need she had pushed into it before his arrival. He continued to rejoice in her euphoric taste and the sensation of her tiny asshole around his tongue until he began drifting off into ecstatic unconsciousness once again...
And again, she lifted the object of worship off his face, allowing him to breathe.
“Not yet, my Darling… You shall not be allowed to experience the Rapture… Until you make your Mistress cum.”
Pamela Isley violently thrust her pelvis against his face once more, frantically grinding her wet pussy into Gordon’s welcoming mouth, his wet moustache and his slick chin as she completely buried his head beneath her pelvis - shortly bringing a breathless Gordon to the brink of collapse once again while heedlessly pursuing her own sexual needs.
As his red-headed Mistress finally moaned loudly from her powerful orgasm, James Gordon could not hold out any longer. His consciousness was overwhelmed with darkness - his motionless tongue remained buried deep within her vagina.
He could have happily died here… but his Goddess had other plans for him. As Isley slowly lifted herself off of his drug and pussy-smeared face, she looked at his limp body in appreciation. It was necessary for her pets to understand that she controlled whether they lived or died, not them.
He awoke, struggling to collect his battered senses from a lovely dream while her endless green eyes watched him closely. His tie which had been fastened around his wrists was now liberated and held within her hand. She let it drop to the floor.
“You have been reborn of the Rapture, James. The Kingdom of Earthly Heaven awaits us now… We need only create it…. You understand nothing but this matters, don’t you my Darling?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now… This boy of yours… He’s close to Bruce Wayne, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Mistress… Richard Grayson is Wayne’s adopted son.”
An evil smile slowly crept across Pamela Isley’s red lips as her fingers thoughtfully stroked her chin. Jim Gordon was also happy. He had pleased his beautiful Mistress.
“A son?... My, what lovely bait he’ll make… After all, what father could resist such a pretty boy?... And then what man could ever resist me?... James, I believe it’s time I finish Selina’s botched efforts and finally bring Bruce Wayne into our little fold... But first I need to meet this Richard Grayson… And don’t worry, my love… I plan to reward you this time… I’m sure you and the boy will become very good friends.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
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