Chapter 1: Pilot I
"The duty of youth is to challenge corruption."
Kurt Cobain
Charlie Monroe strutted her way through the Gotham City Police Department, or GCDP for short, with a young officer who was showing her way to Chief Esser. Everyone was trying to get all the possible suspects and offenders to their cells. Charlie sighed as she had just arrived to transfer to here from another city. It was quite busy until she heard a gun shot. Every officer in the station took their guns out, where as Charlie took cover behind a desk and reached for her gun, as an detective, she knew that situations like this have a cost. Everyone low ranking officer had their gun pointed towards a man who had a female office as hostage, pointing her gun at her temple.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" A loud authoritative voice called out. Charlie look up to see a man with a white button up shirt with a tie and black slacks. He made his way towards the man. Charlie was too far away to hear what exactly was going all she saw was the man was negotiating with the captor when all of a sudden he punched him and got the office got out of her captors grip. A group of officers then proceed to gang up on the man and punch him, repetitively.
"Hey, you guys quit it!" She said, calling out to them, but she was cut off when she heard her name.
"Detective Monroe?" She looked behind her to see one of the officer who was leading her to Chief Esser, "This way please," He said. Charlie took one last glance at the officers brutally beating up the man and let out a frustrated sigh before following the officer. Charlie kept quiet and followed the officer to a large office where she saw an older dark skinned woman with long brown hair, sitting at her desk through the glass window, "She'll be waiting right inside detective." Charlie huffed as she saw the officer leave her standing in front of Chief Officer Essen's office. Hesitantly, Charlie knocked on the door, a second later she heard a soft, "Come in," which she did. She opened the door and slowly walked in.
"Detective Charlie Monroe, I presume?" The woman asked, gazing at a piece of paper.
"Uh, yes, Captain..." Charlie nodded.
"My, my, you have quite the resume," She comment, "One of the youngest to graduate from the academy with high academic scores and a degree in psychology and philosophy."
"It's not that impressive..." Charlie commented, "There are much more better than me..."
"And modest too," Esser noted, "The whole package right here..."
"Um...thank you..." I think...She thought, "Uh, is there anything you want to know sir?" Charlie asked.
"No, that'll be all," Esser said, "Your first case start now," She said, catching Charlie off guard.
"E-excuse me?" She asked, "Right now?" She repeated. Esser nodded.
"You heard right, head down and meet up with Detective Bullock and Gordon at the theater district," She said. Charlie was quite taken aback by Esser's straightforwardness, "You'll be partnered up with Detective Jareau," She added, "He'll be waiting for you at the theater district as well."
"Yes, Captain..." With that Charlie made her way out, huffing as she ran a hand through her long brown hair.
Arrive at the theater district, Charlie parked her car and walked out of it towards the scene of the crime, she flashed her badge towards on of the patrolling officers at the caution tapes that were preventing the lingering citizens of Gotham to cross over. She walked up to one of the detectives that was inspecting the two bodies on the ground. In the distant, far back she saw the other talking to a young boy sitting on the stairwell, then gazed her brown eyes at the bodies. It didn't take a genius to tell what happened.
"Poor kid, witnessed the death of his own parents..." A voice muttered, Charlie looked beside her to see a young paramedic, around her age, with short dark hair and blue eyes.
"Makes me sick seeing the sight..." Charlie replied, softly.
"Yeah, but that's what dear, old, beloved Gotham is," The paramedic remarked, albeit sarcastically, he turned to her and stuck a hand out towards her, "Hi there, Bellamy Jones."
"Detective Charlie Monroe," She answered, shaking his hand.
"Ah, the new detective that transferred here, am I right?" He asked, Charlie nodded, Wow, news here must travel fast here, huh? She thought to herself, "It's not everyday you get any transfers here at Gotham from the a different city..." He answered, immediately.
"Yeah, uh, if you excuse me, I need to find Detective Jareau," She said.
"Oh, you mean JJ?" He asked, "Yeah, he's over there," Bellamy answered, pointing in the direction of where three men were standing near the body.
"Thank you," Charlie said and made her way over there. As she made her way over, she heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Something about "Wayne", curious, she immediately jumped in on the conversation, "Are anyone of you Detective Jareau?" She asked.
"I am," A young man with blonde hair and brown eyes said, "You must be that new detective, right?" He asked, "I'm Detective Jacob Jareau, but you can call me JJ if you want, the Captain told me about you."
"Nice to know, call me Charlie," Charlie sighed, "So do we know who the victims are?" She asked.
"Yeah, Thomas and Martha Wayne..." A man with slightly long, light brown hair and a slightly graying beard said. Although he was rather displeased by the subject, "You're the new rookie, huh?" He asked, "Harvey Bullock."
"Yeah, Charlie Monroe..." She said, Rookie? She thought, frowning slightly. Just because she transferred to Gotham didn't mean that she didn't know what she was doing,"Wayne?" Charlie repeated, "Why the hell does that sound familiar?" She asked.
"Thomas and Martha Wayne, they own Wayne Enterprises," JJ said, he then pointed to the boy and the other detective sitting on the stairwells, "That kid over there is their son, Bruce Wayne, poor kid saw the whole thing..."
"What kind of sick bastard is this guy? Having a child witness the murder of his own parents..." Charlie muttered in disgust. She then made her way towards Bruce and the other Detective, who was comforting the boy, "Hey..." She called out to the man, "How's he feeling...?" She asks. The other just shakes his head, unsure on how to answer her question. Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair again, but turned when she heard someone call out to the boy. It was an elderly man, but he seemed to be still active for his age. The boy saw the man and leapt off from the stairwell and ran into the man's arms. Seeing this Charlie sighed as the detective who was just sitting down, stood up and walked to the man. Charlie pinched the bridges of her nose, letting an exasperated groan. First case, and already I wanna shoot something...She thought to herself.
Over the last couple days, Harvey and Gordon had been picking up low life muggers and interrogated them. Charlie and JJ were at their desk, searching for any clues that would give them a leads.
"Anything?" Charlie asked.
"Nothing..." JJ answered, shaking his head.
"There's got to be something that would help..." Charlie sighed and stood up,"I'm gonna get some fresh air..." She said.
"Alright then..." JJ said. Bored out her mind, Charlie walked into the morgue, she thought that maybe finding what happened to the body would at least give some sort of clue on where to start looking. She paused and saw a tall, lanky man with dark hair and was wearing glasses, "Excuse me," She called out to him, startling the man. Seeing this, Charlie immediately apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry did I startle you? I'm terribly sorry about that-"
"No, no, it's fine," He said, "Can I help you?" He asked.
"Oh, uh, yes," She nodded, "You're the forensic examiner for the late Mrs. and Mr. Wayne, am I right?"
"Yes, and you must be that new transfer detective everyone in the station is talking about?"
"Wow, one night and already I've become famous, huh?" She said, impressed by how fast news spread, "To answer your question, yes I am," She said, "Have you found anything?" She asked.
"Yes, I have," He said, "Long and slinky, like a trout, never sings til it's guys comes out, what is it?" He asks a riddle, Charlie gave him a bewildered gaze, but remembered something that JJ said, there's one who loves riddles.
"Ah, so you're the riddle man, I've heard about..." She said, he frowned slightly at her words, from she could tell, it seems like that wasn't meant to be a nice thing, "...Its a gun..." She said.
"P-pardon?" He asked, taken a back. The first time someone had answered his riddles correctly.
"The answer to your riddle, it's a gun," She said, then gazed down at one of the bodies, circling around the table, "But the real question is," She stopped walking and gazed back up at him, "What kind of gun, exactly?" It was then that JJ and the two detectives from last night. Harvey and his partner, James Gordon, from what JJ told her.
"Ed! Get over here!" Harvey yelled in his usually grumpy tone. The scientist made his way towards him with Charlie following shortly behind.
"Hey, Charlie," JJ greeted.
"JJ."
"Yes detective," He approaches, keeping an optimistic attitude.
"Have you found anything about the Wayne's murders yet?," Harvey asked. The forensic scientist, Edward Nygma, from what she remembered by what some of the others officers called him, grinned as he pulled out a bag and showed it to them, grinning "Guess what this is."
"Just tell me Ed, if I want riddles, I'll read the funny page," He said, Edward opened his notebook and read his findings.
"It's a 45 caliber, 300 grain, kipper nickle, wadcutter," He continued grinning, as if he was trying to impress them all, "Found it in Tom's wind chest."
"That's a $6 bullet," Gordon said, taking the small bag to inspect the bullet.
"Uh-huh," Edward nodded, "What kinda gun-" As he was about to ask him a riddle, Harvey cut him off.
"Ah, ah!" He said, "Don't ask, just tell," There was a small pout and a slight glare on Edward's face, but he answered them anyways.
"It's from a pistol not known by our database. No prints either."
"So in short, we still don't have much of a lead," JJ said.
"What else you got?"
"What's nowhere but everywhere, except where something is?" He asks.
"Nothing," Both Charlie and Gordon said, making Edward gaze at both of them. First Charlie, now Gordon...Perhaps there are some with intellect in the amidst of imbeciles, Edward mused to himself.
"You need professional help, Nygma...seriously" Harvey said and proceeded to exited he morgue, "Let's go," He said.
"Come on, Charlie..." JJ said, Charlie followed, but just as she was about to exit the morgue she turned and looked back at Edward.
"Hey, Ed, I've got a riddle for you," She said, perking his interest, "What's always coming, but never arrives?" She asked. Hearing this, Edward simply chuckles.
"Simple, tomorrow," Edward replied.
"Exactly, meaning that I will see you tomorrow," She continued, "For another riddle, and next time I'll make sure these riddles won't be as simple as this one," With that she left. Edward smiled triumphantly at her words.
"We shall see detective..."
Seeing as that I've finally caught up with the whole season, I want to commemorate the end of the season with a new fic. There will be romance but I have not decided with who, either Oswald or Ed, because those two both have a special place in my heart. The first episode will be split because writing it all in one chapter seemed a bit much. Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Warming: I apologize for any grammatical and spelling mistakes.