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AN: thank you for reading this and i swear that if I ever figure out where this story is headed I will let you know right now Marie is in charge she wants her story told and I get no say in the procedings.
WickedPrayer, thank you for the encouragement it was just what i needed after so little sleep and waking up with a new chapter itching in my fingers, so thanks :)
Heavenmetal, I hope you like the new chapter thanks so much for the review
Anqui, thank you so much I wouldnt have caught that otherwise in short the reason for the chapters repeating is that my computer apperars to have taken drugs
The two cops who had shown up to Marie's aid had decided that a paramedic was needed so an ambulance had been summoned, along with a fire truck and another squad car. And of course any time that Gotham's finest made such a show of force concerning one battered green Chevy reporters descended like a swarm of locusts. By the time Gordon arrived at the scene there were half a dozen news vans surrounding the woman's car, he swore again, this was going to b a long night. He stepped out of the car and was immediately surrounded by a swarm of reporters buzzing in his ears, he ignored them and ploughed through to the police line and slid through the barricade and headed for the ambulance.
A younger cop fell into step beside him and began to explain the situation, "Looks like him alright except for the fact that the girl's still alive, no one can explain that."
"Anything new on the other escapees?" Gordon asked.
"Nothing yet but we've got every available officer looking for them," the younger man said.
Gordon nodded and dismissed the cop with a wave of his hand then continued around the ambulance to where Marie was seated wrapped in a blanket like a shock victim as a paramedic took her vital signs. "Hello Miss Gardner, I'm Police Commissioner Gordon, how are you feeling?"
Marie offered a weak smile, "I'll be a lot better if people stop fussing over me."
Gordon nodded, "I understand how trying this has been for you but I'm going to need the story again in your own words."
Marie retold the story for what seemed like the billionth time that night, no matter how many timses sh told it or how often she went over it in her head The Jokers parting word never made any sence nor did him leaving her alive. The Joker was insane, totally and completely, there was no way around that but never had there been anything to hint at a streak of mercy in his nature. She knew that whatever reason he had for keeping her alive would not be pretty.
Gordon looked over the girl as she talked trying to size her up and trying to understand why she was still breathing. She was pretty but not beautiful, smart but not brilliant, but still he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about her he was missing something The Joker saw when he had let her live. He shook himself when her story ended and cleared his throat before asking, "Are you sure he said he'd be 'seeing you later'?"
"He said he might, he might be seeing me later."
"Any idea as too why?"
"No," Marie said shaking her head and shuddering at the thought of what Joker might do if he made good on his threat.
Gordon pushed his glasses up to massage the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry Miss Gardner but we're going to have to take you into protective custody until we can sort this out."
Marie looked up in shock, "Wha… What?"
"Protective custody," Gordon repeated, "It means we'll take you back to the station…"
"I know what it means," She snapped. "I don't think you understand I have bills to pay, I cant afford to miss any days of work."
"No I don't think you understand, Joker has made a probable threat against your life and I cant afford to let anything happen to you," Gordon returned calmly.
"Isn't there anything else you could do?" Marie asked desperately.
Gordon shook his head, "For right now this is the safest course of action."
The young woman sighed and looked defeated, "I understand."
Gordon sighed knowing something of what she was going through, "I'll make you a deal, if in three days there have been no further threats made I will let you return to a friends house to stay with phone surveillance."
"Phone survelance?" asked Marie.
"Meaning once an evening someone will call you to check in and if ANYTHING unusual happens you are to call us immediately. Is that a deal?"
Marie's face flashed into a grin as she nodded, "Thank you."
Gordon smiled a bit as he nodded to the paramedics take her back to the station.
As the car drove away one of the cops stepped forward with a wallet noting the commissioner's questioning glance he explained, "It belongs to Miss Gardner sir."
He took the wallet and flipped it open and indeed there was Marie's drivers license photo smiling back at him, "Bag it, we can give it back to her at the station." He turned toward the press, "Now to take care of this mess."
