"Jim, are you saying you want to put out a warrant for some guy named Tony?" Li Jie paused thoughtfully. "Because he botched your haircut?"
"What the hell does this have to do with a haircut?" Gordon shouted over the phone. "Tony Zucco. Someone has come forward with evidence that he was heavily involved in the murder of the Graysons at the circus a few days ago."
"Oh... I haven't heard anything about him, but you could ask Cobblepot about a sewer rat like that... Don't be so rigid, Jim. If it bothers your conscience, you can beat him up after you ask... Yeah, okay. Talk later."
He hung up, tossed the phone aside, and stared at the mountain of paperwork on his desk, sullenly doodling circles.
It had been two weeks. Why hadn't those jerks come back from vacation yet? And now, right before quitting time, another pile of case files had arrived to be organized and summarized.
"Young Master Wayne was out playing in the middle of the night again. According to witnesses, this time he had a little boy in shorts with him."
Fuck, what kind of fashion sense was that? Still, lately he'd only been beating up muggers foolish enough to cross him in the streets and alleys. There hadn't been any reports of him raiding anyone's turf.
"Sheriff." An officer hurried in and handed him a sheet of paper. "A fax from City Hall's Public Events Permit Office."
"Oh, thanks."
He wiped away some sweat, feeling utterly drained.
"...The nationally renowned Zatara Grand Magic Tour will visit Gotham in four weeks. Please assist with the necessary security and coordination..."
Nationally renowned... Four weeks... How the fuck was that enough time?
*Goddammit, Bob, you old bastard! If you wanted the authority, you shouldn't have gone on