Take a deep breath.
'What if I told you that everything you knew about people, the way they are and act, was a lie?'
You can hear the sirens in the background, alternating tones and bright flashing lights illuminating a dark side street in Gotham.
"You're sure you know where we're going?" Her partner yells, he's holding the mounted tablet in front of him so hard his fingertips are white. "Do you know how fast you were just going?"
"No, but I'm sure you're about to tell me." She smiles. She sends a sly smile in his direction before asking the address again. "Two blocks over and a right, noted." Her partner heaved another heavy breath before she floored the heavy piece toward their destination.
As they pulled up to the residence there were no lights visible from the street. They both sighed before stepping out onto the icy sidewalk, conveniently turned into a dark, tarry slush throughout the day prior. The two wore heavy pants with noticeably too many pockets and dark, bulky looking vest with small embroidered tags with their names neatly scripted, just notable enough for no one to care.
"You've got the bag?" The shorter of them started making her way toward the front door. "Sketchy." Her eyes glanced back to the open door of the apparatus before slinking back over the lettered body. GOTHAM FIRE DEPARTMENT AMBULANCE.
"Ashley, I don't like this."
"Yeah, well Parker neither do I."
The two approached the front door and knocked quite loudly.
"Adam 25 to dispatch, confirming the address is 129 Ray Burricks Way?" Parker whispered. With no answer at the door the two waited for a response from either their dispatch or from behind the door.
"Dispatch to A25, that is correct." The two sighed. A25 was known as the 'Downtown' unit, and not the upscale apartments and condos that you would hope for. With their shift starting less than five hours ago just the pair had cleaned up one jumper from a thirteen story building's roof, three simultaneous overdoses in the third worst motel in Gotham, and Ashley had nearly not stopped Parker from beating up the father of a patient with an obviously broken arm. She was six months old.
"I swear if there is some super villian on the other side of this door… A25 to dispatch be advised we're making forcible entry." Ashley sighed, grabbing a pry bar from the waiting ambulance.
"Oh don't worry, the Batmanwill save you!" Parker joked.
"Well the universe sent me a fat, black man instead." She joked, poking the prybar into his gut, stopping at the hard wall of his vest.
"Ouch, my pride. You know I'm still more fit than most of the others anyway. I know you'd just love to have Sampson as your partner over me anyday." He laughed. He took the prybar and started entering the residence.
"Gross. That's a new low." With a loud crunch the door gave way to a dark inside. The two called out with no answer before cautiously moving into the home, making sure to not close the dirt-crusted door behind them.