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Chapter Four:

"Commissioner Gordon, so very nice to meet you."

Leeann Stevens entered the Gotham City's precinct, walking into the commissioner's office. Gordon had stood to greet his visitor with a hand shake, offering a seat for the female, which she declined stating she'd rather stand. He just gave a smiled and leaned against his desk, "What do I owe the visit for?"

"Well, I figured it'd be nice to get acquainted with the commissioner since when I win I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of business with each other?"

"When you win?" The man gave a chuckled, folding his arms, "Confident, miss?"

Shaking her head, she gave a laugh in reply, "Hardly, it's really a front, I'm nervous as hell."

Gordon's door opened as one of the police handed him a cup of coffee, the cop tipping his head before walking out. After taking a sip, he added, "Is there anything I should know before hand?"

"I'll try not to get in your way, commissioner, I trust that you and your force will do their jobs on the streets. What I'm trying to do is really go after the big fish, I'm sure we'll only be in contact when things really get serious."

Smiling, he nodded, "Well, no offense, but I hope then it never comes to that."

Leeann gave a smirk, knowing that it wasn't meant to be rude, she had nothing against the man but she knew the second they had to be in the same room again it would be because of something serious. Another cop walked in and handed her a cup, taking a sip before adding, "I do ask though if you have the slightest feeling that one of your small arrests can be linked to something big, I want to be contacted immediately."

"Of course," Gordon nodded before giving a small sigh, "I learned that keeping in contact with the Attorney DA is key from when Dent was in."

The room turned silent for a moment or two before the commissioner tucked his hands in his pockets, "Well, I know you have the question off tonight, I suppose you'll go home and prepare for that?"

She shrugged, "Not really, I have my speech written and I believe I'm well prepared for any question they ask, they're all relatively the same. No, now I'm heading off to the gym and relax my mind for a little bit."

The glasses wearing man nodded, saying his goodbyes while watching the girl leave. He was really concerned with what would become of Gotham city now. The other candidates for the position were idiots and even with the skepticism for the girl, it was obvious she would win. And really he had no problem with her, he was weary about anything at the moment.

They had had a funeral for Harvey Dent for it was important that the public think he was dead and to preserve his image. When they had went back to collect his body, it was no where to be found. That fall should have killed him, but now there was a possibility he was still alive. The funeral wasn't too absurd though, Harvey Dent was dead, this man who referred himself as Two-Face was another person entirely. He shuddered just remembering how loosely he held his family's lives in his hands.

Leeann had spent a little over an hour at the gym that afternoon. If she had the time she liked to stay a little longer for cardio, fat burn, and weight training. If she was pressed she at least wanted to get her cardio over with. Today with needing to go home, shower, make herself presentable, and make it on time for a question off she only had time for the cardio.

Working up quite a sweat, she couldn't wait to get home and through off her sports bra and shorts. She knew she had a good amount of time left, but still didn't take too long in her shower. Naturally her hair was a bit thick and somewhat wavy and never being much of a fan of it, she blew it out and straightened nearly everyday. She wished she had naturally straight hair, but no one really had what they wanted.

After the shower, Leeann decided to walk around her apartment in her towel. Her hair was dripping wet, creating little wet spots in her carpet. Unfortunately she had taken a longer shower then she expected. A high top wet to dry flat iron was just the thing to use, making sure her hair was straight and professional looking. Her make up also had to have the essence of looking good yet not looking like a two cent whore.

She then threw on a black women suit and some tall heels before walking out the door. It seemed a bit bad, but she really didn't mind hailing a cab to the event. Besides, she got there on time, shook hands with a few people, and made an opening speech. When all that was said and done with, she took a seat behind a long desk in front of a crowd of commoners and newsmen with cameras.

For a while every question seemed to just about sound the same and be the same questions she'd been ask at every event. It was a little boring, she had put so much effort into thinking how she'd react to certain questions and how she'd answer them that she was a bit disappointed. The people of this city had to have more creativity and an open mind then this.

"I trust that within the first few days of my time in office things will turn around," She had just been asked the time period of what she thought it'd take for Gotham city to get back on it's city, "I mean, I feel like I've already made plenty of progress. But, if you look, for as long as anyone has known, Gotham has always been corrupt. So, no we will not be getting it back to how it was, but a new way."

Cameras were snapped and people rushed to raise their hands, Leeann pointing out in a random direction. A very attractive Indian woman stood up, her smiling, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Miss Stevens, lots of people come here claiming that they've had enough and want to change Gotham. But, as a local, it's hard to believe that they're telling the truth. How do we know that you are genuinely concerned?"

Leeann smiled warmly and leaned foreword, "I was born in Gotham City General Hospital and lived in the same apartment in Gotham Village, I mean it's no Gotham Heights, but it was my home and I was proud of it. I went to the county high school. The only time I lived away from Gotham was during my college years when I moved to New York City and it just heightened my want to come back to Gotham for I really knew it."

The woman seemed pleased with her answer, another citizen standing up and asking, "Excuse me, Miss Stevens, but what exactly made you want to become Attorney DA anyway?"

"As I said, I grew up in Gotham. I know what it's like. You can say something happened on the streets of Gotham in my early teens that really turned my life around. At first it made me sort of bitter and want to get away from Gotham, but soon it made me realize that it was just a sign of what I had to do."

"And what was that event?" The same man asked.

Leeann gave a weak smile, "That's something I must keep to myself."

The question was soon dismissed as the night went on. Plenty other questions were asked and she felt like she did pretty good. Under the pressure of random questions and live TV, she responded every question intellectually and confidently. There was really no personal questions after that, but she felt like everything had gone well.

After this all that was on her plans before they'd find out who was voted for the position was to visit Arkham. It was important to her that she at least go and visit the criminals locked up. Just to look at them and talk with them for a moment or two. Hopefully she gain more and be able to handle the situation better. This was the new breed of criminals and it would be better to get her feet wet in a secure area then out in the jungle.

Stepping out from behind the table, going over to shake a few people's hands. She wasn't able to for very long, a hand being placed on her back as she turned around with a smile, "Bruce, you made it."

"Of course," He smiled while kissing her cheek, "You did great."

"Thanks, it was a bit nerve wracking."

The billionaire smiled as a very beautiful almost super model red head came up besides him, "Oh, Lee, I'd like you to meet Aniya."

"Oh yes, you replaced Natascha in the Russian ballet."

The woman smiled, "Yes, she was brilliant, but she moved to England soon with her very quickly earned fiancé."

Leeann raised an eyebrow and gave a laugh while turning to Bruce, "Well, that was quick, seems you have a bit of a thing for ballets?"

"Actually, I hate them, I just like the pretty women in them." He smiled over at the Russian woman.

The political figure rolled her eyes, giving him a pat on the arm before walking the other well. It was late and she felt the want to head home. Luckily there were plenty of cabs parked outside the event, simply running to one of them as it sped off. When it dropped her off at her apartment, she growled at the sign on the door explaining that it was broken and for all attendants to use the back entrance.

It was dark out and her head was in her pocket book, searching for her keys as she went on back, "Impressive speech tonight."

The clattering of keys falling to the ground ran through her ears as she looked up, noticing in the shadows Two-Face stood, his burnt half being covered. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat, body freezing as she noticed the little red light of a cigarette in the shadows, "Har-Two-Face, wh-what are you doing here?"

The former Harvey Dent came out of the shadow, blowing smoke out of the whole in his cheek, "Are you familiar with the bar 'My Alibi'?"

"Yes, I've never been there, but I've heard of it."

"I was watching your interview on the TV and thought I'd congratulate you in person."

Leeann raised an eyebrow, slowly clenching up her seemingly stiff fingers, crouching down hesitantly for the keys on the ground. As she stood up she looked into his eyes, trying to hide her nervousness, "Thank you, Mr. Two-Face."

"I didn't the questions you did," He stubbed out his cigarette, moving closer, "I'm surprised no one talked about Batman or the Joker or how this city is getting worse. It's almost amusing how stupid people are."

"I guess people are trying to forget the tragedies that just happened, trying to make things not look so meek."

"You need to stop putting on a mask and deal with what's at hands. This city may have the Joker locked up in Arkham, but it's about to be craved out on the inside."

Frowning slightly, she asked, "What are you planning?"

Two-Face took a look over at the female standing in front of him. Harvey Dent was a very good looking man, it wasn't common for someone so handsome to be elected in and be a political figure. Most were old and quite wrinkled. Still he couldn't believe that someone like her actually had a great chance of being the new Attorney DA, the one to replace Dent.

Tucking his hands in his pockets, he came into the moon light, intimidating the female to back up against the wall, "I really wonder what it was that flipped your world upside down."

"Well, you take my word," She gave a nervous smile, "It was very traumatizing."

Two-Face just stared at Leeann, staring in her eyes. He didn't say anything, didn't make any movements. She just waited on his next move, nervous, why wasn't he saying anything? Moving? Gestures? There was no emotion in his eyes, no emotion on his face. The cold breeze ran past her body, sending a shutter down her spine, smelling the air, feeling the cold wall against her back.

Gulping, she looked up at him, "I can't tell you."

Pulling his hand slowly from his pocket, she could only surmise that it was a gun. She tensed up her body, feeling she going to collapse when he pulled out a quarter. Raising the quarter to her eyes, "Heads, you keep your secret, tails and you tell me."

There was nothing else she could do but to agree to this madness as she watched the coin flip up. Though it wasn't her life being held in the balance and the flip of the coin, it was still a nerve wrecking moment. The secret she held and had never told a soul felt like it was her life. She was a different person before all of it and in a way it was like a new person was born that night.

Tails.

Leeann felt the tears welding in her eyes, closing them and taking in a breath. Her heart had stopped as she heard his raspy voice in her ears, "So, what's you tale?"

"Harvey, please, I can't."

"Harvey's dead!" Two-Face yelled, gripping her chin to pull her closer, "Tell me how did Lena Stephano die?"

The fact that her old name was used hurt even most, she hadn't been called Lena in years and on top of changing it for political reasons, she was the former person of Leeann. Taking in a deep breath, her body was shaking now, "I…..I was 15."

"I didn't ask that, answer me."

"I was raped!"

TC Stark: I hope you enjoyed my curve ball thrown in, please stay tuned, it might be two days before I can add, but I have at least a half of chapter done already, I am certainly committed to impressing you guys. Oh and suggestions and wants are excepted anytime, constructive criticism is welcomed and taken into consideration, flames fall on deaf ears. Much love.