A/N: So, I hope you guys like this! I started it on a separate website a few years back, and just recently re-read it. I was very disappointed in myself to say the least. So, I decided to use my new, more mature writing skills and re-do it. Also, I own nothing but what came from my mind, everything else belongs to the respective owners.
So much has changed lately. Some for the better, some for the worst. In the span of just 3 years I'd finished my time at NYU, majoring first in Theater Arts, then changing to Law. I'd watched my brother, my hero, rise to fame and then fall like a lead balloon. I saw one of the nicest people in the universe blown up, which is what actually caused my brother to snap. And of course, I saw my best friends alter ego tarnished and exiled.
Now here I am, the new D.A of Gotham City. I've never felt so much pressure before. Harvey was like the Messiah to this town. I was supposed to fill those shoes? Pfth yeah right. I couldn't, but then again, I'd never try. Harvey brought so much to this city, I feel as though trying to match or beat him would be doing a disservice to these people.
I feel like...like...I can't even explain it. Everywhere I go I see people, and when those people look me in the eye I know that they expect something great of me. Sometimes I just want to scream at them. Tell them I not as great, that I'm only going to disappoint them. But I can't. Unfortunately I can't go about yelling in the faces of the citizens, one of the down-sides of the job I guess.
It's because of him. The Joker. If you ask anyone in Gotham they'd probably tell you he's a 100% ,certified whack- job. I don't think he's insane. Insane means not knowing the difference between right and wrong. He knows. He knows what he does is wrong, and hurtful, and destructive. He just doesn't care. I guess you could say, in some sick way, I've become obsessed with him. No, not really obsessed him, more transfixed by the idea of him. Someone who went about with no rules, complete freedom. I envied that, and the fact that I did terrified me.
"Alyssa?" I heard the voice of my secretary, Emily, through my reverie and immediately put on my 'business face'. "Sorry, I kinda spaced. What's up?" I asked in happy tone, it sounded fake even to me. "Commissioner Gordon is here to see you." She replied, I could tell she was concerned but she said nothing. "That's great. Send him in please?" I asked. Emily nodded once and left. I turned to look out the large window that served as the back wall of my office. The sky looked strange, a sickly pale color, almost green. Suddenly I felt more alert. Something wasn't right here.
I heard the door open, the knot in my stomach tightened, I didn't even turn to face him but I still greeted him. "Hey there stranger."
"Hello Alyssa. How are you?" He replied. " I'm fine." I replied in the same fake tone from earlier, I'd been using it a lot lately. He was silent for a long time and the knot in my abdomen tightened further. " Gordon, I don't be to be rude, but I feel as though you didn't come just to check on little 'ole me. So what exactly is it that you wanted to discuss?" I asked finally turning to face him. He looked tired. "...Before I tell you I want you to know that everything will be just fine." At that the knot in my stomach felt like was gonna snap my insides in half. I nodded my head , simply because I just couldn't speak. "He's escaped." Gordon stated simply.