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Bullock stirred from his slumber. He looked over to his television, seeing some idiot show about idiot people was on. He growled a little, feeling a little groggy from all that liquor.

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He turned his attention back to the window behind his couch. There was a hint of movement as someone or something scrambled away and down the fire escape at his window. Harvey's feet hit his wood floor and his pistol was drawn, pointed in direction of the window.

The building across the street suddenly lit up with magenta neon light.

Hello,

Lover.

Harvey blinked a few times and lowered his gun. He trotted to his window, opening it, climbing out and looking down to see if he could catch glimpse of who was on his fire escape. He caught sight of someone running off.

"HEY!"

They looked up. He saw a face, painted white, but a magenta fade between eyes and eyebrows and ruby red lips. They smiled up at him and winked before disappearing. Harvey started moving to head down the escape, but just as he did something happened in the street below. A large piece of fabric was released and as it fell the image of Mayor Aubrey James and Carmine Falcone making out was revealed with the words "Gotham wishes it could quit you."

"Awww shit," snorted Harvey.

The next day Harvey rolled into work, truly Irish coffee in hand. Gordon was at his desk reading through case files.

"Scuttlebutt says you had quite the morning."

Harvey just grumbled at him as he slumped into his chair. He had that binder of his tucked under his arm. He slapped it down in front of Gordon.

"What's this?"

"The works of ElectricSheep."

"Oh that graffiti artist. I heard some of the guys talking about him just before you got here. Said that was who pulled the stunt across from your place early this morning."

"Without a doubt."

"I don't think Falcone or the Mayor are going to appreciate the mural."

Harvey snorted, smirking a little.

"Not likely."

"But how do you know its him and not some copycat banking on that five year anniversary stuff? And what was with "Hello, Lover?"

"I know it was him because I saw him. He was in Kabuki make up, though."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Those wise guys," Harvey pointed a thumb in the direction of the general population of officers off to his right, down below, "some of 'em'll try to say they seen him or almost caught him, but they're full of shit. I'm the only one that came close and Lec always wore that Kabuki shit."

Jim nodded thoughtfully.

"But the other thing…?"

"What other thing?"

"Hello, Lover?"

"That's just him being cheeky with me."

"Cheeky with you?"

"Look," Harvey lowered his voice and leaned to Jim, "five years ago, with the flying pigs thing, he said to me that I was his biggest fan and that he was my secret admirer. Said "A great deal of this has been for you, lover."

Jim batted an eye lash with a sheepish smirk.

"No, no. Don't you look at me like that. That dude was just being cheeky, that's all."

"I don't know, sounds like you have a secret admirer."

Harvey picked up a stapler and threw it at Jim. Jim dodged, stifling laughter. Harvey glared daggers at him and took a long draining of his coffee.

"You been by to get that sketch from Miss Baringer yet?"

"She called. Said she had it ready for you when you're ready to come grab it from her at her studio space."

"Me? Why do I have to do it?"

"I think she just assumed it would be you. I think she likes you."

"Sure."

Jim just went back to his paperwork and left Harvey to his sour mood.

By mid afternoon Harvey pulled up to the repurposed school gym he had stopped by yesterday where he first met Miss Baringer. He found the door cracked like he had the day before. When he stepped in he could hear a Rick James song filling the room at notable volume.

"I MAKE YOU HOLLER LIKE YOU HAD ENOUGH, HA!"

Baringer stood in the middle of her giant back drop holding a bamboo stick with a brush wedged into the end of it. Beside her were several trays with several different cans of varying, hand mixed, colors of paint. The color at the end of her brush was Rosco Off-Broadway Yellow Ochre. She was laying in some sort of detailing on one of the walls within the painting.

"No swords today, eh?"

She continued her work without even looking back to him. She pulled something out of her pocket and the volume of the music went down.

"No, just brushes."

She made a few more marks in her drop and turned, walking over to him, carefully avoiding wet paint.

"See?"

She waved the brush embellished bamboo at Harvey and he stepped back to avoid the paint getting on him.

"Hey, hey, watch it! This is my favorite tie!"

She giggled devilishly and rested it at her side.

"So, you're here for that sketch, then?"

"Yes, and I also wanted to pick your brain about something."

"Alright, well come with me."

Harvey followed her to the other end of the gym to what looked to once be the office of the gym teacher that used to reign over the space. It had a window that offered a view of the gym. Once they were inside she got seated on the other side of her desk, gesturing for Harvey to take a seat across from her. The office was a chaotic mess with some organization. She had a scaled rendering of the current drop she was working on along with isometric and views eye drawing of the scenic design of the show laid out on her large desk. Behind her was her computer and on the wall, also behind her were her own degrees. She had a Bachelors in fine art and a masters in theatre arts. There several various framed pictures with what looked to be friends and old school mates from college. He noted there were none that appeared to be with any kind of family. The one he noticed most was simply of her, she looked like she was in her early twenties at the time. She was in a hide outfit with fringes on the sleeves and a Union army cap and boots. Her hair was a little shorter, but pulled back. She was cracking a whip and holding a pistol.

"What's with the western giddup?" Harvey gestured to the portrait. She looked back and smiled, turning back to him.

"Ah, a show I was in."

"Oh, so you're an actress?"

"Oh, no, no, no. Well, back in school I was required to audition to get into my graduate program, that's standard, even for techies like myself. Anyway… It was also required that I perform in at least one show, and I apparently was the right fit for the role of Jane Canary-"

"Calamity Jane? Originally starring Doris Day and Howard Keel?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. You're familiar with it?"

"Movies are kind of my thing."

"Then you've seen it?"

"My mom was a quite the Doris Day fan. I'd pay money to see you, of all people, in that role."

"Ah, well, I'll admit I had quite a bit of fun. I have a tape of it somewhere."

"I might have to hold you to that, then."

She gave a coy smile and dug into a portfolio on her desk. She pulled out the sketch she had done the night before and slid it over to him.

"Well, there's that."

Harvey looked it over. It was very detailed. Something about the man looked familiar to him.

"Thank you, this is great, my boss will, hopefully, be pleased."

"Glad to be of service. Now, what was it you wanted to 'pick' my brain about, Detective?"

Harvey pulled the binder off his lap and slid it over.

"I don't know how familiar you are with this character, but-"

"Ah, I heard about this on the news this morning on my way to work. The graffiti artist?"

"Yes, Electric Sheep."

She smiled at the spine of the binder.

"Ha. I like the label."

She pointed to "Do Androids Dream of…?" on the spine. Harvey shrugged. She looked back down to the binder and began thumbing through. She stopped in a few places, reading his own personal notes next to pictures and areas where he used sharpie marker to draw attention to certain aspects of the art works.

"You're quite the art critic, Detective. I am impressed with your notes and speculations, but why show this to me?"

"Well, again, you heard about this morning. Today is the five year anniversary of this joker's last little stunt."

"You're a homicide detective though. Wouldn't this be vice or something."

"I've been a little personally invested in this case for most of the time I've been with the force. Look, I was just wondering if you could, maybe, I dunno, take my little binder here and maybe make your own notes, help me get a better profile on this guy. Maybe there's something I've been missing…"

She nodded and looked back to the binder, continuing to look it over.

"I notice that you refer to this Sheep person as a male. On first glance, I will be honest, I don't believe this is a male."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know, just intuition."

"Well, you seem to be good at that. That's kind of why I wanted you to look this over. I mean, you got that little talent for reading people, and you have the visual arts background. I thought maybe you'd be a helpful set of eyes."

"About that-"

Her gaze turned back up to him, a look of true sincerity shimmering in her eyes.

"I want you to know I am very sorry for any awkwardness I put you through yesterday. Sometimes I just don't know when to shut my mouth. Again, I am sorry if I offended-"

"Water under the bridge."

She closed the binder and leaned back in her seat a little.

"Still though, I am sorry."

Harvey just gave a nod.

"It's fine. So, you mind doing a little homework for me?"

"I'll agree to it, but what do I get in return?"

Harvey shrugged and leaned forward a little.

"Name your price."

"Oh, monetary motivation is beneath me, Detective, besides, I make plenty enough to satiate my needs in that respect."

"Well, what then?"

That devilish smirk came across her face again. She pulled something out of her desk and slid it over to him. It was a very swanky looking invitation to a very swanky event.

"What's this?"

"Escort me to the opening night of the Opera's season and I'll do your "homework."

"You could get anyone to go with you to this, you're… well you're certainly not incapable of finding an eager gentleman-"

"Yes or no?"

"What do I have to wear?"

"Tuxedo, black tie."

"Eh-"

"Yes or no?"

"Fine, but the last time I wore a tux-"

"I'll take care of the rest. Leave me your card, take mine, and I'll set up an appointment with a tailor by the end of the week, if that works for you."

"Deal, but there better be an-"

"Open bar through the entire night."

Harvey offered his hand. She shook it in return.

"I'll get my notes to you as soon as I can. Take that invitation with you. Can I help you with anything else, Detective?"

"I should get going, plenty of shit to swim through today."

"Alright then. I'll walk you out."

Harvey was on his way back to work when Jim called.

"What's up, pard?"

"Oh you sound quite chipper, Harv? Did you get that sketch?"

"Whatever and yes."

"What's it looking like?"

"I dunno, kind of ugly dude, big nose, beady eyes-"

"What about his jaw? Anything interesting?"

"Wait one-actually, as a matter of fact, looks like he has a gnarly little scar on the left side."

"Just what I wanted to hear. I think I got our guy, then."

"Nice. Bag 'im, tag 'im, and I'll meet you at HQ, eh?"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in twenty."

"Later."

NOTES:

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