Jim Gordon Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You should run." Felix doesn't move, unable to leave what he believes to be an injured Waylon alone. "Come on, let's go." Waylon shakes his head, eyes hard. They face Gordon in what feels like an old western showdown. Gordon drops his cane, and with a wet snap, he starts transforming. His shades shatter on the ground as his mouth pulls forward, rows of razor-sharp teeth forming in a drooling snout. Ariadne can't shoot. There are way too many innocent people around. The other visitors are still within range, too stupid to escape.

Angry Fox strides forward, raising the rifle again, yelling muffled gibberish. “I can’t hear you,” Big Jim says, smiling. “You better take off that ridiculous head.” Big Jim’s calm seems natural, given his profession. Who knows what kind of freak she greets on a daily basis? He steps to one side, his hands near his waist, creating some space between him and Trent and the Mountain. Get ready to duck, we tell Trent. Calm me down! Right now! Wimp, we joke, but squeeze dopamine into his blood until his cells sing as pure and golden as a thousand angels on the head of a pin. He could dance a tango right here, if only the Mountain released his grip on the back of his shirt.

Jim grunted, and turned to face Miyen. Jo was frozen, a hand to her mouth. The man had ran from behind the counter to step between them, but the other guys cut him off as they stood around Miyen, ready to back him up. Sean was swearing furiously under his breath. Miyen kept his eyes on Jim, clenched fists against his thighs, chin up. “What the fuck’re you doing here, you son of a bitch?” he asked. Jim wiped the blood with the back of his hand and flashed a little smirk, bearing the pain. “Y’know, LA was so fucking boring, I thought it’d be fun coming to the other fucking end of the world to have my nose broken.”

Gordon smirked inwardly, realizing Jorge was reminding him of the family’s history to caution against wild ambitions. However, the Riggs' glory days were over, and they were no longer as powerful as before. This realization emboldened Gordon, who now had a plan in mind. Outwardly, he maintained a fake smile and said, "Rest assured, Mr. Jorge. I will help you obtain the legacy." Cursing Gordon inwardly, Jorge quickly changed the subject and asked, "This beast attack is so unusual. Something’s not right."

I could feel his elbow in my ribs and I was likely going to be sore for a few days but it wasn't bad enough to scold the kid. Besides, I didn't really mind it. I hadn't been this close to a child in years. In Moonstone Pack, despite being Luna in practice if not in title, I had been separate from most of them in a way that hadn't fully registered until now — sitting on the dirt path with Gordon's son looking at me like I was mildly interesting and completely safe. Gordon crouched beside us, one hand finding Jamie's collar to pull him upright. "Up," he said, and Jamie went, then immediately turned back to look at me still on the ground.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a creak that echoed through the room, and Gordon stepped inside, his face illuminated by the dim light from the corridor. A twisted grin spread across his scarred features, and Daryl’s gut churned at the sight of him. “Well, well, well, look who we have here,” Gordon drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “The mighty sons of Alpha Liam, brought low by their own ignorance.” He stepped further into the room, the scent of his arrogance filling the air. “You see, I’m in league with Vercus now. Together, we have the power to wipe Waterfall off the map.”

Jasmine I said crying again. “It's alright baby, I will always be here no matter what happens, don't be afraid to tell me anything and if anyone tries to threaten you, tell them that your papa is a fox devil king and he doesn't joke with his daughter” Gordon said and smiled at the end and she smiled back at him “Where’s Jordan?” Jasmine questioned “He is in his room why do you ask?” Gordon replied “I want to give him something important” Jasmine said . “Let's go then” Gordon said and helped her down from the bed.

"So, what's with the kid, Gordy? Why is he watching a blank screen over there, and why is he laughing?" "I don't know," Gordon admitted, glancing over with something like pity in his eyes. "He was like that when I got here, but the laughing, that's new. I know I would be in shock or at the cusp of insanity if this happened to me as a kid." "He's definitely on that borderline. They've put people in Arkham for less than that." Gordon nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. Berk squatted beside him, studying the body with a grim, practiced eye. He lifted the man's head gently, searching the slack features for some clue, then laid it back down in the pool of blood with more care than the gesture requ

Theodore and his men sneered as they stared at Leon as if he were a fool. Leon was only in the Initial Innate State, and provoking Gordon would be suicidal. Meanwhile, Gilbert was feeling similarly. Gordon was a skilled martial artist who could easily destroy Leon without moving a single muscle. 'That's exactly what I'm looking for!' 'Gordon, you better kick that brat or I will!' Gilbert thought. "You dare to show off when that's all you can do?" Leon snorted and thrust his fist forward as well. "Baam!" Leon's fists exploded on Gordon's chest, making a deafening noise.

The sound of footsteps indicated that the place was completely surrounded. Just then, Gordon came up to Lightning Hank with a group of soldiers behind him. "You wanted to know who I was, didn't you? I'll tell you right now. I’m Gordon Grayson." Lightning Hank stumbled backward in shock, knocking over his chair with a crash. His forehead beaded with sweat. He never expected that this young man would be connected to someone like Gordon Grayson. Gordon was a national general! Lightning Hank would never dare to mess with someone like that.