Jim Gordon Comic Novels & Stories

Jim couldn’t grasp anymore than that, his mind wouldn’t let him. There was a slight tremor in the ground, causing all of Sloman’s bones to rattle. The same fetid odour rose in the office like a sudden increase in temperature. Jim started to back out when his foot kicked something that skittered out of the doorway. He turned to look and saw it was Sloman’s hand, the only part of his body to remain intact. It had been severed at the wrist but Jim could still see his wedding ring.

Miss Amelia is still paralyzed from the accident, the company is sinking, and Hector is marrying the skank who’s up to no good. Jim pities the old man. “I’ll go to the office,” Jeremy says. “You stay here and look after the decorations. God knows how much all this is gonna cost!” “Yes sir!” Jim bids goodbye to Jeremy and waits until his boss is gone. Once Jeremy leaves, Jim hurries to find a secluded space. He comes across a supply closet and enters it, shutting the door behind him. Taking out his phone, he dials a number. “I believe you have good news,” Ryder’s voice comes from the other end.

The call went through, and an arrogant sneer appeared on Gordon's bloodstained face. "Mr. Sheen, it's Gordon Seagal. No, not the one who sells sex toys… No, not Jordan who sells cars. I'm Gordon, not Jordan. Oh, right, yes. Do you remember me? Half a month ago, I went to your place with a suitcase..." After some time, Gordon finally managed to jog Robert's memory.

Gordon is on the ground trying to defend himself, but it is pointless. It's as if he is a thin skin sack of meat and blood that has never fought a day in his life. Jason's claws shred his prey viciously. He drags them down all of Gordon's limbs. Gordon's barely even conscious, and it's only been about 10 seconds.

the instant his eyes met Jeff Gray’s alarming gaze, he was afraid of the purpose of shrinking his neck and had the urge to bury his head like an ostrich. The white fatty glared at Chris Gordon and internally suspect him of lacking in loyalty. To assume that he wouldn’t hesitate to tug innocent individuals down with him! fortuitously Jeff Gray had apparently come back to his senses and solely kicked Chris Gordon before turning to go back to his seat. Chris Gordon hugged his leg and defeated his dry lips: “I thought I used to be planning to ascend to heaven simply then.” very little fatty felt no sympathy for him and just watched him holding his leg and jumping around, “I assume you mean going

"Yeah! Just happened! My head's still bleeding!" Silence followed. Nothing but dead air. Gordon mistook it for action—Lucas must already be digging into his foe's background. "You're finished, brat. You really thought no one could touch you? This city's full of giants, and I've called one!" … "Oh, really?" I said, smiling. Gordon bristled at my calmness.

“He really reminds me of someone.” Jim stiffened, just slightly. Then chuckled. “Maybe he just has one of those faces.” She nodded slowly. “Maybe.” They parted ways, but neither of them looked back. At Warner Architect, Jim had started staying late. Claiming to “catch up on paperwork” or “study the system.” No one questioned it. But inside his briefcase, he had begun sketching something of his own. Not blueprints… A plan. One that would take time. Precision. Trust.

The feeling of being dwarfed was so overwhelming, Luke found his breathing stifled. As his thoughts roamed, the ground broke Jim’s fall with his right arm numbed. His contact with Zayn was no more than a tap, and yet it felt like he had touched a live wire with his bare hands. Still, the injury was light enough to be shrugged off, so Jim got back to his feet to explain himself, “I’m so sorry for this, Mr. Jones. I admit I messed up on managing my underlings, and I should have never allowed Jared the power to bring this delusional madman into a place he has no business being in just to insult you with this… delusion! This part right here is my fault, but please allow me to rectify it! I’ll ki

Gordon let out a raspy chuckle and slowly made his way up to the platform, his hands behind his back and his hunched figure moving leisurely. "Who's that old guy? He looks like he's on death's doorstep. Is he seriously the Stevens family's trump card?" "Come on, that frail old man wouldn't last a second against someone from Madblade Martial Academy! His bones would snap like twigs!" "Don't be fooled by appearances. In martial arts stories, it's always the crippled, elderly guys who turn out to be hidden masters." A wave of chatter spread through the spectators, their eyes fixed on Gordon's unimpressive figure. Aspen sneered at the crowd's ignorance, thinking that these fools had no idea how

Jonathan sat there in tarns. It was 3rd time when he encountered Daniel and just like always he was the light to guide him to his right path. Jonathan wanted to hug him for always being a saviour. He freed Shaggy on ground and was about to stand-up. "Jonny...." Jim came running. He bent down with his hands over his knees to make his breath normal. "What happened." Jonathan stood up with a frown. Jim was huffing and pointing at the paper envelope in his hand.