Jim POV

"I know who the killer is. His name is David Lamond. He's worked at Juvenile Services for 15 years. No priors. He didn't show up at work today and he hasn't been back to his apartment. We have uniforms in both."

"Your positive he's the killer?" The commissioners asks.

"We found a form on Cranston's body that I'd given Lamond yesterday morning. Also the keys that opened Lamond's apartment. I'm guessing they had a scuffle. Cranston went through his pockets but Lamond managed to attach him to the balloon."

"What caused Lamond to snap?" The Commissioner asks somewhat sadly.

"Not sure. Lamond's co-workers described him as thoughtful dedicated, sweet. A few said that." I reply.

"Great, one of those sweet cop killing vigilantes. What about his last target?"

"Same profile as all the rest. Well-known. Seemingly respectable. Actually corrupt."

"This is Gotham. That doesn't exactly narrow it down." The commissioner replies. Meanwhile, I have the mayor, council city, half the cities judges and clergy hiding indoors. Screaming at the commissioner to find the guy. Guess who he screams at?"

"We've got his phone out there. It's just a matter of time." I reply.

"Nothing."

"Really? Your network of Chinese loan sharks and hookers came up empty?" I reply.

"Gloat later. Just think about it. He had to store the balloons, the helium canisters somewhere. The carts he was using. Maybe a storage facility or a warehouse?"

"Or an abandoned building."

"That's it? How'd you come up with that?" Harvey asks confused. "That's what I just said." Soon we were parked outside an old building. "What made you figure this building?"

"The girl yesterday Selena she told me she was in a new juvie building. Lamond, the councilor said the same thing. So I'm thinking what happen to the old juvie building. Turns out the city is getting ready to demo it."

"Look even if he was here he's probably long gone. He's got one balloon left. He knows we are closing in. Or there him right there.
Harvey replies spotting a cart with a balloon tied to it.

"Bullock." I call to mh partner who slowly walks around the corner being held at gunpoint by Lamond. "Drop the gun."

"I can't do that. I'm not done yet. You abound be helping me."

"Your waisting your breath. My partner here thinks your as bad as the scum you kill. Me I can see how you're doing us a favor, two don't shoot me all right?" Harvey asks.

"You believe as I do. I know your the one who caught those child snatchers. You risked your life." Lamond shots at me.

"So did I." Harvey replies.

"You want to protect the innocent?"

"Yes we have laws for that." I reply keeping my gun trained on him.

"What Good are laws when they require men like your Lieutenant Cranston to implement them? And Ronald Danzer you really think he would have seen the inside of a jail? Or that priest? Why didn't the law punish him? I have given my life to the lost children of Gotham because I wanted to make a difference. You know what kind of difference I made? None! Because the people running this city feed off the weak and the law protects them. When your mayor rounded up all those children to send off to that prison upstate I decided no more. I would teach them there are consequences. So why don't you ask yourself Detective who are you fighting for? A mayor in the mob's pocket, cops on the take, or for the weak and the innocent? Who are you finally? Just forget it!"

After a short scuffle Harvey manages the handcuff Lamond to his own cart and turns on the helium. "How do you like that? Your hosited up by your own petard?"

"What are you doing? Grab him!" I call to Harvey who ignores me. I have no choice but to jump and grab ahold of him. "Jim no! Jim What are you doing?" Harvey calls to me. "Jim let go!"

"Shoot it! Shoot the balloon!" I call to him.

"Let go!" Harvey calls to me but that is something that I refuse to do.

"Shoot it!"

"Just let go!" Harvey calls to me,

"Shoot it now!" I scream down at him.  Harvey finally listens to me and as I land on the top of Lamond's blue van Harvey shakes his head at me in disappointment.

Upon arriving home a little while later, there came a knock on Barbara and I's apartment door. Upon opening it Barbara calls to me and I am not happy with who I see. Standing there clear as day is none other then Oswald Cobblepot.

"Hello James. Old Friend." Oswald says with a smile. "You must be Barbara.

"Yes please come in."

"James hi. I'm Peter. Peter Humboldt. Lovely to meet you at last. Your even more beautiful then I imagined."

"Shush. It's nice to meet you Peter." Barbara says blushing. "I never get to meet any of Jim's friends. He never tells me anything."

"Men." Oswald replies.

"Don't I know." With that the two of them chuckle. "Would you like a drink?"

"No um he's a work friend. It's a work thing."

"I'm just recently back in Gotham and I had an idea to pop by out of the blue but now is clearly not a good time."

"I'll walk you out." I reply with a fake smile. Once outside I slam him into the side of the building. "I told you never to come back here!"

"I know. I know. I... I apologize. But I wanted to speak with you." Oswald replies trembling.

"No! If Falcone finds out your alive he'll kill both of us!"

"I've got no place else to go. Gotham is my home." Oswald replies.

"I should have killed you. I should put a bullet in your head right now!"

"And you would have every right to do so. But you won't Jim Gorden because your a good man. You may very well be the last good man in Gotham. That's why I want to help you."

"I don't want your help!" I reply in irritation.

"No, no. But you need it. That vile creature Fish Mooney, Don Falcone, the police not even your own partner trusts you. They will always hide the truth from you. But not me. Never. You saved my life."

"God knows I wish I hadn't." I reply starting to walk away.

"Kill me now or trust me." Oswald demands holding out a broken beer bottle. I turn to him and smack the bottle out of his hand. "I told you there's a war coming Jim. There will be so many deaths. So many. You want to save Gotham I can help you. I can be your secret agent."

"Until Falcone finds out that your alive."

"Nobody looks for a dead man."

"This war, what are you talking about? Why will there be a war?"

"Ah as you know war is just politics by other means. And isn't politics just money talking?"

"Talking about what?"

"Arkham. Of course." Oswald replies. Upon hearing the sound of a girl shrieking I turn in that direction when I turn back Oswald is gone.