A/N: Real quick in this story the Joker hasn't been seen by the public. Only the cops have seen photos, but the citizens of Gotham have no idea what he looks like only what he's done. I hope that's clear :D ENJOY!

As Sylvia and Marcus landed on the scene the place was swarming with cops, detectives, and media. Marcus quickly parked the van and they jumped out in their battle stances. Scenes like these were always hell for the media. Everyone was tight lipped and wouldn't reveal anything, but if you knew where to look you'll get a whole lot more than you bargained for. With voice recorder in hand, Sylvia marched right up to the entrance of the bank, pushing her way through the crowd. Marcus was a lot bigger so with him in front it was a lot easier to get a good look inside the place. Marcus began taking picture after picture. They only had to wait a few minutes before Lieutenant Gordon came out of the bank. Immediately Sylvia's voice recorder was in his face.

"What do you have for me Gordon?" Sylvia said as she followed his every move; other microphones trying to get as close as she.

"Ah, Sylvia I was wondering when you'd arrive," he greeted only briefly looking her way.

"Missing me, Lieutenant," she teased pushing past the police who were pushing the reporters away from Gordon.

"I'm sure you get that from a lot of guys," he said ducking into the car to mumble something into the radio. Sylvia ducked in after him but was too late to hear anything of importance.

"Aww, Lieutenant you flatter me but you know I only have eyes for you," she said passing him a flirty look. Gordon just rolled his eyes and straightened himself out of the car, "Oh, c'mon Gordon you have to give me something. Look… it'll be off the record. My recorders off. You always give me great off the record stuff." She begged giving him a pleading look. Gordon sighed before turning back to face her.

"It was the Joker," he said.

"Yes, this I know," Sylvia said hands on her hips.

"No, we know it was the Joker because he showed us his face," he whispered taking a few steps closer to her not wanting to be overheard. Sylvia was speechless, but Gordon wasn't done, yet. "Since his first job we've known what he looked like." This made Sylvia's gape even wider.

"Hang on-"

"We've captured pictures of him and the little DNA we've picked up from the scenes, we either have no match or it's someone else's DNA."

Sylvia was silent as she stared up at the Lieutenant as the truth sunk in.

"This guy…is a lot smarter than you guys are letting on…isn't he?" Sylvia whispered back. Gordon stared back at her, the silence enough of a brutal answer. He then stepped away, leaving her to go back into the bank. "Thank you Lieutenant," she called as he walked away. He waved in a don't-mention-it kind of way, but she knew this was the first real time he'd actually given her something of information and that was no small deal.

"That looked intense…what did he say?" Marcus asked from behind Sylvia.

"Something I'd rather not repeat here," she said watching Gordon's retreating figure.

"Oh, kinky," Marcus joked.

"You punk," Sylvia said punching him on the arm. "Anyway, remind me to send him flowers."

"Guys don't usually care too much for flowers."

"Yeah well there for a 'Thank you' not a 'hey you want to have dinner sometime'," she shot back rolling her eyes.

"Oh, well speaking of thank yous, Wuertz at 8 o'clock," Marcus whispered. Sylvia turned to that direction spotting her loose tongued friend immediately.

"Oh god this guy is so corrupt it's a wonder why Gordon keeps him on the force-Wuertz!" Sylvia hissed at Marcus but yelled Wuertz's name to get his attention. He spotted her and waved her over. Sylvia and Marcus quickly made their way over jumping the yellow warning tape. "Michael, my main man."

"Sylvia, Marcus," he greeted taking the two reporter's aside.

"What do you have for me?" Sylvia asked.

"We've seen the Joker's face," he said pulling out a picture from the folder in his hands, "here this is my copy but I'll get another from Gordon."

Sylvia took the picture from Wuertz and gasped quickly handing over to Marcus who simply put it away.

"God that man is frightening," Sylvia whispered. She swiftly pressed record on her voice recorder and put it by Wuertz before asking, "How many casualties?"

"Six," he answered.

"Civilians?"

"No people who came in with the Joker."

Marcus and Sylvia exchanged a look.

"Less of a share," Marcus murmured and Sylvia nodded in agreement.

"Do we believe this guy's motivation could be money," Sylvia asked.

"We don't know and that's the truth coming straight from me to you," Wuertz answered.

"How did he get away?"

"A school bus he crashed into the place," he said pointing out the hole in the wall, "when the police got here he had already pulled out, blending in with the other school buses going by taking kids home."

"Wow, this guys is a hell of a lot more clever than we thought," Sylvia thought out loud. A few more questions concluded the interview. Sylvia stopped her recorder and said a quick thank you to Wuertz.

"No problem," he said, quickly getting back to his job.

Sylvia inhaled deeply looking around at the crowded civilians. None of them knowing just how dangerous this "Joker" guy really was. But that was Sylvia's job. To make the unknown known. To shed light in the darkest corners. To separate fact from fiction, but one of these days her job was going to come back and bite her in the butt. She sighed looking down at the hand holding her beloved recorder. She'll deal with it when the day came. For now her work was top priority. Her life came after.

"So what now?" Marcus asked from beside her.

"Take a few more pictures and make sure you get the hole in the wall and then we'll head out," she said. Her partner followed his given instructions and the two of them were quickly on their way back to work.

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"Please tell me you got something," Dave begged as his top reporter and her partner walked into his office.

"Oh, trust me Dave we got a lot more than something," Sylvia said with a smug grin.

"Do we ever let you down?" Marcus asked with a mock glare.

"Good point," Dave said, "Now what did you get?"

Sylvia pulled out the picture of the Joker from her folder tossing in onto Dave's desk. He quickly turned it towards him carefully making sure not to get any smudges on it.

"No…way," he said in disbelief, "Please tell me this was exclusive."

"Oh yeah," Sylvia said patting herself on the back for another day's good work.

"What else?" He said his eyes shinning with anticipation.

"Six casualties-" Marcus said.

"But none civilians-" Sylvia interrupted.

"Nope all men the Joker came in with, " Marcus quickly cut in, "We're thinking less of a share."

"And of course there's the secrets the police have been keeping."

"Yup like seeing the Joker's face since his first job and not being able to find who it is-"

"And the fact that this clown is really fucking smart-"

"All the DNA they've found from his previous works have been either unmatchable-"

"Or it belongs to someone else."

The two partners took deep breaths before continuing.

"He's smart when it comes to his hostages and keeping them still-" Sylvia started.

"he had all of them holding bombs in their hands-" Marcus continued.

"It took them a while to get all of them out of there-"

"And the timing of the whole thing was perfect-"

"His getaway car was a school bus-"

"Right when he pulled out-"

"Other school buses were passing the bank taking kids home-"

"He blended in perfectly before the police arrived."

The two friends sighed before staring at their boss expectantly.

"One day I'm going to find out how you guys do that," Dave said taking a sip from his bottle of water.

"After working next to someone for more than four years-" Marcus began.

"It sort of just happens." Sylvia finished with a smile.

"Stop it," Dave snapped, "Now this is good. No, this is really good. Now will the two of you get downstairs and start writing this thing up. I can't wait to see how this issue will fly off the shelves."

The two reporters nodded and rose from their seats and exited the office.

"Oh and Sylvia," Dave called. Sylvia turned and looked back at her boss, "Great work."

Sylvia smiled and closed the door behind her.