Bruce raced outside and started up the van. While waiting for Alfred, Bruce considered getting a faster car for emergency situations like this one.

Although he appeared calm on the outside, Bruce's stress level was high. Gordon was one of the few people Bruce trusted, and he considered the officer a friend. The threat to Gordon wasn't the only thing on his mind. Cunningham had orders to eliminate Harris and Judge Leeson. If the crime boss, Fairbanks, was cleaning up loose ends, it wouldn't be too long before Cunningham was added to the list. All the evidence gathered so far would be for nothing if Fairbanks managed to eliminate everyone involved before their misdeeds could be brought to light. Bruce had to save Gordon first, but Harris, Leeson, and Cunningham needed to stay alive long enough to bring down Fairbanks as well. He required a plan, but the urge to protect Gordon was taking priority in his thought process, blocking any other reasoning from going too far.

Alfred exited Wayne Manor, shutting the door behind him and quickly climbing into the back of the van.

"No one seems to know where Gordon went," Alfred reported as he turned on the monitors lining one wall of the van and activating the wireless connection with the computers in the house. "Cunningham, however, didn't show up for work this morning. I accessed the police car registry and got a location off his GPS. He's headed west, out of town."

"Let's see if we can intercept him," Bruce suggested.

Bruce dropped the van into gear and slammed his boot down on the accelerator. The tires squealed in protest, throwing out clouds of smoke before regaining traction. The van roared away from Wayne Manor, barely allowing enough time for the automatic gate to open at the end of the driveway.

Alfred brought up two different maps on a pair of monitors beside each other. The left display showed the real time location of Cunningham as his car drove out of town. The other monitor held a map centered on the current location of Bruce and Alfred in their speeding van. The setup allowed Alfred to keep an eye on their target while providing driving directions to Bruce.

The van went past the bridge to Arkham Island before Bruce took the next turn onto a different bridge. Leaving Gotham behind, Bruce and Alfred continued to follow the GPS signal on Cunningham's car.

"If Lieutenant Gordon wanted to keep Harris safe from the criminals in Gotham, leaving the city would be a good way to do so," Alfred commented.

"It also means the GCPD are outside their jurisdiction, so anyone trying to order him back would have no authority over him," Bruce added.

The crowded city slowly thinned into rural communities, getting further and further from civilization and the highly populated areas where a protected prisoner might be recognized.

"Cunningham's car has stopped," Alfred reported. "It's just a few miles more down the road."

Bruce pushed the accelerator down further, exceeding the speed limit to close the distance before someone else he knew was gunned down. He realized he was taking a chance of being pulled over by local cops, but the possibility of saving Gordon's life made it worth the risk.

"It's the next right," Alfred informed him, and Bruce slowed down so as to not flip the van when he made the turn.

Three cars were parked in front of the dilapidated farmhouse. Bruce assumed one belonged to Gordon, another to Cunningham, and the last one was owned by the cop Gordon trusted with his protected prisoner. Lacking the time to approach stealthily, Bruce parked the van behind the other vehicles and climbed out while putting in a new earpiece. Alfred remained in the van but switched his computers to a satellite view of the area with thermal cameras.

"I have three signals in the house, Master Bruce," Alfred reported. "There is also a fourth heat signature coming from the barn."

Bruce ran as softly as he could up to the boarded up house, his balance and footing allowing him to walk across the warped planks of the front porch without them squeaking. He crouched beside a window and peeked in between the boards nailed over the opening.

Kneeling on the floor with their hands on their heads were Gordon and another police officer. Standing a few feet away, out of arms' reach, Cunningham held a gun pointed toward them.

"Alright, Gordon," Cunningham said smugly. "Either you tell me where you've hidden Harris, or your buddy is going to die right here."

"You're crazy if you think you can kill a cop and get away with it," Gordon replied.

A bullet fired by Cunningham zipped past Gordon's ear and embedded in the wall with a small explosion of splinters.

"You want me to start target practice?" Cunningham inquired coldly.

Bruce moved around to a different window, staying low and out of sight. When he was in position, he slammed a fist against one of the planks covering a window. Bruce dropped flat against the porch as Cunningham whirled around and fired at the noise. None of the bullets hit Bruce, but it was a perfect distraction for Gordon. The officer sprang into action and attacked Cunningham from behind. The first hit was to Cunningham's ribs, bending him slightly over in pain and allowing Gordon to drop him to the rug with a solid punch to his jaw. Gordon kicked the gun out of Cunningham's grip, sending it skidding across the floor to Gordon's partner.

"Stay here and keep an eye on him," Gordon ordered. "I'll check on our other prisoner."

As Gordon hurried out the door, he looked for the source of the noise responsible for distracting Cunningham, but the front porch was empty, and he didn't see anyone else around. Gordon did notice a white van parked in the driveway, but he didn't have time to examine it immediately since he needed to check on the welfare of his prisoner.

The barn door was partly open when Gordon arrived. Cunningham had taken Gordon's service weapon when he'd surprised him back at the farmhouse, so Gordon knelt down and drew out a backup from an ankle holster. Entering the barn, he held his weapon ready.

"Gordon," Bruce whispered, causing the cop to spin around and point the gun instinctively in his direction. Bruce kept his hands up, showing he was unarmed and not a threat. Bruce was mostly in shadow, but Gordon was close enough to recognize him in the dim light.

"What are you doing here?" Gordon demanded, lowering the aim of his gun.

"Heard you were going to have trouble, and I thought I might be of some assistance," Bruce explained.

"You're the one who distracted Cunningham," Gordon reasoned.

Bruce nodded.

"Is Harris still secure?" Gordon asked.

"For the time being," Bruce answered, nodding toward the pile of hay where the criminal was face down, bound and gagged. "You should be aware of something. There is a contract out on Harris, and anyone standing in the way. Another contract is for Judge Leeson as they don't want him talking about his involvement. The entire thing was set in motion by a man named Fairbanks."

"Any proof?" Gordon queried.

"I can get you the evidence you need," Bruce promised. "However, you'll need to make certain Fairbanks doesn't have his hooks on anyone in the evidence room."

"If you can get me the evidence on Fairbanks, it should be enough to get a warrant on his financial records," Gordon stated. "If he's paying anyone in a manner other than cash, we'll find it."

"I'll have copies of everything made for you," Bruce promised. "Come out to the house when you're finished here, and I'll hand them over."

"Why not at the station?" Gordon questioned.

"I don't want my involvement being known," Bruce explained. "Neither of us knows who's trustworthy down there, and until we do, I wouldn't want them seeing me handing over a box of evidence."

"Alright," Gordon consented.

"When certain the physical evidence won't be tampered with or destroyed, I can also provide you the gun Harris used to kill the manager of the hotel where you picked him up," Bruce added. "Cunningham tried to dispose of it in a storm drain, so you'll be able to get him for being an accessory to murder after the fact."

"This is incredible," Gordon said in stunned amazement. "How did you get all of it?"

"Hard work, lack of sleep, and no red tape," Bruce answered. "It would be a good idea to turn off the GPS on Cunningham's car. It's how I followed him out here, and I don't think you want any more visitors."

"Quite right," Gordon agreed.

"I'll be in touch," Bruce said before stepping back, and the dim light of the barn allowed him to disappear from view entirely. He ducked under a low plank to enter a different part of the old wood structure before heading outside. His work here had ended, and it was time to leave.

"Everything alright, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked as Bruce climbed back into the van and started the engine.

"Gordon's fine; Cunningham and Harris are both in custody," Bruce related to him. He backed the van down the driveway and onto the street, driving away before finishing his thought. "We'll need copies of all the evidence against Harris, Cunningham, Leeson, and Fairbanks. I don't want to turn over our originals until we're certain they'll make it to trial intact."

"I'll see to it," Alfred promised. "How does this bode for your career in law enforcement?"

"I don't think I can be a cop, Alfred," Bruce lamented. "There are too many rules and restrictions keeping them from doing what's necessary to save lives and catch crooks. I think I'll be able to do much more from the shadows."