Jim Gordon sat with his head in his hands, staring at a piece of crumpled paper, smoothed a dozen times and then written on, sloppily, with a magic marker.<br/><br/><strong>If you want your little DA back...the Batman has to play...</strong><br/><br/>He'd refused to touch the paper, carrying it to the roof wearing gloves--even as the CID had brought it to him in an evidence bag--and now, sitting next to the lamp he'd built months before, on the call to this unknown, caped crusader...the man in the mask, who was intent on bringing the mob down in Gotham...he waited.  He needed to know now, unorthodox methods bedamned.<br/><br/>The Joker had Rachel Dawes.  He'd called Dent the moment he'd been brought the paper, and told him to meet him on the roof.  He'd taken the stairs two at a time from his office, newly cleaned since the death of former Commissioner Logue.  He winced. 'Commissioner' Gordon sounded strange to his ears.  He was jsut a good cop trying to keep the criminals off the streets...like the Batman...<br/><br/>ooc: For Batman and Harvey (I know Nick is on leave for his trip.)