Detective Fred Rivers walked out of the lift of the Gotham centre Police station. Wearing his signature outfit, Tan Combat boots, a set of grey combat trousers an OD green Hoodie and a Grey jumper and finally a space invader beanie hat over his shoulder length dirty blond hair. He reached his desk and sat down, pulling his belt holster with SIG P226 pistol inside and clipped it to his belt. He took a quick look at a file on his desk, picking it up and reading it over. He was half way through his first sentence when his desk phone went. He picked it up quickly. "Detective Rivers, Narcotics." It was the usual deal, Somebody had found evidence of a misuse of narcotics and a uniform on the scene had found a serious issue. Then the uniform mentioned Fred's most hated word. "It looks like scarecrows work." Fred sighed and cursed under his breath.
"Ok thank you, we'll be there in twenty. Just keep it clear." He then hung up and stood. Turning to his partner. "Adele. We got another Scarecrow case, lets role." Adele Violet stood from behind her desk, smoothing out her skirt as she did, The two were more or less complete opposites. Fred was from a poor family from Chicago and had joined US Marine at eighteen, and Adele was from a rich family, going to college and university and had been a honour roll student. And somehow they got on perfectly. As they stood in the lift Fred took his personal SIG P239 pistol out from his jumper pocket and checked the magazine. He carried the compact pistol as a back up weapon to his police sidearm and because from experience Gotham City wasn't the nicest place to be late at night all alone, which is the time Fred usually, got off work. And considering all of the nut job loonies out there who constantly escape from Arkham Asylum. People like the Scarecrow and the Joker, both of whom were at the top of the Narcotics and Homicide hit list respectively. Commissioner Gordon defiantly had his work cut out for him, lucky for the Police the Commissioner was very close with the Batman, unlike some detectives who hated the Batman Fred didn't care, he had learned in the Marines that when somebody gives you help, you damn well take it, in other words, Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."