Gordon could see that they were closing in on Batman. This entire chase would come to an end, and they could get back to handling other criminals. But Batman was their best weapon against them too. Especially with this Black Mask. He couldn't be caught tonight. He could see that Batman was about to get away, as much as it conflicted him, he knew he had to do it.
As Gordon got out of his squad he stumbled and dropped his glasses.
"Gordon!" yelled Montoya. " We see him!"
"What are your orders?" asked Bullock.
Gordon picked up his glasses and cleaned them up. He glanced up at the spot where Batman had been. He was gone. All that was left was the discarded diamonds.
"I don't see anything," said Gordon.
"But, Commish!" exclaimed Bullock.
"Bullock!" said Gordon. " Do you want a one way ticket back to Metropolis PD? If so, then I'm sure Maggie Sawyer and Dan Turpin would love to deal with another disciplinary problem with you."
Bullock shook his head.
" Then get in line," said Gordon. "The fugitive escaped as usual, so it's time to broaden our search. In the mean time we have more pressing matters, we have to take care of this Black Mask problem. Let's move."
Later that night Gordon returend home. His wife made dinner, pot roast, Jim's favorite. Jim hardly touched it. He wasnt't hungry. While his wife put his kids to bed, Jim took out the garbage. As he tossed the bag of trash in the can he heard a familar flutter. Gordon smirked. The only time he could talk with his "friend" was when he was off duty.
"I know you're back there," he said. " You know, we have to stop meeting like this. People could talk."