It was another gloomy day as rain poured down on the sidewalk outside of the Gotham City Police Department. Despite the weather, Edward Nygma was cheerful upon meeting the new detective. It had been a while since there was someone around that would humor him or laugh at his jokes. Jim Gordon had guessed his riddle right away, which had both surprised and delighted him.
He looked down at the bullets in his hand. The two most important pieces of evidence in the Wayne murders and they were a dead end. The city had been buzzing with the news of Thomas and Martha Wayne's death and he had been eager to help in this case. It was a huge disappointment when they learned that the gun the bullet came from was unknown.
"Ed, could you come here a second?" captain Essen asked.
"Yes Ma'am."
He stepped inside her office and sat down, shifting awkwardly. She sat down across from him and considered her words. "May I ask what this is about?" He fidgeted with his hands.
"I've heard that you've been performing autopsies. Is this true?"
"Yes. Cause of death has always interested me and I have a sharp eye for detail."
"I won't deny that you have good observation skills." She countered, "But performing an autopsy is not your responsibility. You don't have the authorization."
He sighed and nodded. He felt that he needed to continue secretly performing the autopsies. The current medical examiner didn't seem to care about his job. He was often slow at making his determinations and missed crucial information. Not to mention how he was willing to falsify reports that a death that was clearly a murder was a suicide or other accident if the mayor or commissioner demanded.
"You're doing good work here Ed. I can see that you're eager to advance but forensics is your department. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Thank you. That's all I have to say."
He closed the door behind him and gritted his teeth. Every day he noticed things that no one else did. He put his entire being into the work that he did and did so without much recognition from his peers. It hurt him and frustrated him that he was dismissed so easily. Upon returning to his desk, he noticed the black moleskin notebook that he always carried around. He quickly picked it up and tucked it into his shirt pocket. Inside that journal were the details to all the major crimes committed. At least, what they knew about them and the conclusions he had drawn. Before he went home at the end of the day, he would often wander the streets and go to a random crime scene, looking for more clues, riddles, or even a mistake. He was certain that there had to be faults somewhere.
He decided that he would go back to the alley where Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were murdered. He gathered the records off his desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped that he looked nice enough in case he ran into her. He slowly opened the door to the records office and saw her filing away in the cluttered room. He cleared his throat, making her turn towards him.
"Hello Mr. Nygma." She sighed.
"Miss Kringle. How are you today?"
"I'm just fine. Are you finished with those files?"
She reached for the folders he was holding. He handed them over and stared at her, smiling cheerfully. "Ahem, is that all then?"
"I was wondering what you thought about criminal intent. I just find it so-"
"I'm just here to file and keep records, not solve any cases, Mr. Nygma. That is not my job."
"Certainly, but I was wondering if later you'd like to accompany me to-"
"I am very busy with work and I already have plans all week." She stated as she turned back to the file cabinets. "Thank you. If that's all..."
"Yes, of course. Have a nice evening."
Quietly, he shut the door behind him. He was so perplexed by Kristen Kringle. When she had first encountered him, she was so sweet and would laugh at his jokes often. However, now she seems to be annoyed by him and never has time for his riddles or comments.
"Sorry to be a bother..." He mumbled.
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Amid the busy street near the theater, he walked steadily and looked high and low. There was enough light to make note of the things he saw. He flipped open his journal to one of the last blank pages. Time for another one already.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" A gruff man yelled as he shoved past him. He shrugged him off and kept walking. There were so many things about the case that just didn't add up to him.
Who would know that the Waynes would decide to cross into that specific alley? Maybe he had planned on following them out from that alley but still, would he have murdered them right then and there on the street? He wondered.
Once in the alley, he started sketching the scene. Garbage cans lined the sides and there were multiple fire escapes leading down from the higher floors of the buildings. The windows, however, were dark and unfurnished so he doubted that there were any witnesses inside.
With only three pieces of evidence, this would be the hardest case to crack. No fingerprints, an unknown gun, no description. What they did know, the details of the bullet and that the gunman wore shiny shoes, didn't narrow any suspects down. What do shiny shoes and a six dollar bullet have in common? Cost of course.
This gave him reason to believe the murder was gang related. It was no secret that Don Falcone was getting on in years and his position was greatly sought after by Mooney and Maroni. They would have the most to gain from the Waynes' death and Falcone would have the most to lose. It was difficult to pinpoint the culprit because in Gotham, everything was gang related.
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