Poison Chalice - Batman: Arkham Knight (2015)

Cash lifted the frame photo out of the box and placed it on the desk. He still remembered the day he pinned it to the inside of his locker during his first shift at the Asylum, it had been with him ever since.

"Nice looking family you got there, sir." The sergeant remarked, busily clearing out the previous owner's possessions from a drawer.

Cash was close to telling him it was a lucky charm, but he knew the reaction he'd get. The kid didn't know how crazy things could get; he'd soon end up as superstitious as all the rest. Besides, something was telling Cash luck might not be worth a damn around here; He would be the fifth station supervisor in as many months. The others were all gone.

Assassinated.

Cash knew he was putting himself in the cross-hairs; tempting fate. But the Commissioner had asked. And he couldn't refuse a friend.

The Sergeant finished packing the dead man's things just as Gordon arrived.

"Aaron." Jim said, offering his hand.

"Didn't think I'd see you tonight." Cash replied, shaking the Commissioner's hand.

Gordon always came down for this part. It was the introduction.

Both men stepped out of the elevator onto the roof. The Bat-Signal illuminated he night sky.

"You know," Cash said, "we have met already."

"I know," Gordon said. "But it's tradition."

Just another word for superstition, Cash thought.