I Like To Think By The Time Gotham’s Batman Proper Era Rolls Around Nothing Phases James Gordon Any

I like to think by the time Gotham’s Batman Proper era rolls around nothing phases James Gordon any more. He’s unflappable, jaded even. He’s seen it all, man, and then some. 

Bruce confesses he’s Batman, and Jim doesn’t even look up from his paperwork. “Good to know.”

Someone at the GCPD bursts into his office yelling that a giant mobile venus fly trap is downstairs eating officers, and he pulls a ginormous jug of Weed-Be-Gone out of his cabinet drawer and slaps it on his desk. 

Valeska shows up at his apartment with a surfboard wearing tropical print swim trunks and a crap load of C4 strapped to his chest, and Jim’s like, “unless you’ve brought me coffee, I don’t have time for you right now” and just continues on to his car.

Commissioner James “Been There, Done That, Got the T-Shirt” Gordon.