6.
~ Gordon had learned the hard way to never trust Dent. Sure he talked a good game and would promise the world, but when his back was to the wall, Dent always copped out. That was why he had the nick name Harvey 'Two Face' Dent.
"I don't know what happened." Dent explained.
To his credit, the young DA looked like he had been through hell and back. His normal immaculate appearance had taken a beating and he looked rather pale and sickly.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Gordon asked.
Dent shook his head.
"The Ivy Pepper girl? The bank? Have the feds moved in?" Dent asked.
"You don't remember?" Bullock laughed.
Gordon turned to give his partner an ugly look.
"I'll just be down by the vending machines." Bullock said casually.
Dent shook his head.
"Honest, it's just a blur. What happened?" he asked.
"You went into the interrogation room with Ivy Pepper, talked to her all of two seconds and dropped all charges." Gordon explained.
"What?" Dent laughed. "After what we found at the bank?"
"Yeah, then you vanished on us." Gordon told him.
Dent looked horrified.
"Jim, you have to believe me, I don't remember any of that. I think I might have been drugged." he insisted.
"Dent, I was looking right at you both. She didn't slip you anything. Now it's too late. Even if Ivy wasn't in the wind, it's double jeopardy. We can't arrest her on the same charges the DA has already dismissed her on." Gordon told him.
"I was rendered not mentally competent. What does my blood work say?" Dent asked hopefully.
Gordon shook his head.
"It won't matter, Dent." he explained. "You know we couldn't charge her again. It would never stick. We don't even have proof she was the one who drugged you."
Dent looked horrified.
"Jim, this will end my whole career at the DA's office." he said.
Gordon felt for him. Deep down, he knew Dent was a good guy. Way deep down.
"Maybe I can help you out." Gordon said in a hushed tone.
"How?" Dent said.
"We can blame Ivy's release on a disruption to the chain of evidence and you were smart enough to catch it. The DA's office will think you're a hero for not letting it go to trial and wasting tax payer money. The Gotham PD had been known to lose evidence before." Gordon explained.
"What about the feds?" Dent asked.
"All the more opportunity for the waters to get muddy." Gordon told him. "Proper procedure wasn't followed in securing the crime scene and you had to let Ivy walk. We can always bring her in on another charge when we have enough evidence."
"You can do that?" Dent asked hopefully.
Gordon gave him a dark look.
"It's not the first time." he said.
"Why? Why are you helping me?" Dent asked.
"I think one of your employees is involved with something. There was… an incident last night that I can't get my head around. It makes no sense. Tell me everything you know about Selina Kyle." Gordon demanded.
~ Dent had Selina's home address and contact information. Gordon had to smile to himself when she listed Alfred Pennyworth as her emergency contact. Smart move not giving out Bruce's private cell phone number on any official form. Gordon found her apartment in a surprisingly trendy part of the city.
How could she even afford to live in this building? The rents in this neighborhood were sky high. In Gotham, it cost a lot of money to live in a place with trees outside your window.
Gordon found her door was locked, but he quickly picked it. Lucky for him her apartment was on the top floor and no one saw. In a normal situation, he would have gotten a warrant to search her home. He had cause with the police sketch and Bruce Wayne confirming she was the girl from the hospital, but he wanted to play things close to the chest for now. He also wasn't sure how much he could trust Bruce these days. The boy he once knew was disappearing before his eyes. He used to think Bruce Wayne would grow up to be a very fine young man, but lately, a darkness had descended over him. One that Gordon couldn't see through.
Gordon heard the click of the lock and he smiled to himself. Her door swung open and his hand went to the butt of his hand gun. The lights were off and the gloom of the rain storm outside an empty apartment made it feel creepy. Her home was exceptionally nice. Hardwood floors, high ceilings and new appliances. Not even his ex girlfriend Barbara could have landed an apartment like this. He saw Selina had furnished her comfortable space with tasteful high end furnishings. Just enough to break up the loft into separate rooms.
Gordon finally put the pieces together that Bruce Wayne must have provided this place for her. She worked in the DA's office as a file clerk. Her pay couldn't be that good and living in the city wasn't cheap. She certainly couldn't afford the furniture, let alone the rent on a place like this.
"Must be nice to be a kept woman." Gordon said dryly to the empty apartment.
"It's rather boring." came a woman's voice from the shadows.
Gordon didn't have time to turn around before he was kicked in the face. The force of the attack spun him around, knocking him on the floor. He saw a flash of black clothing before her foot made contact with his jaw. He didn't even have time to draw his weapon before he was flat on his back.
He was more stunned than hurt by the sudden attack. His lungs searching for air and not finding any caused him to panic. He thought he was alone here. The apartment seemed so peaceful and empty. There was no sign another human being had been here for days.
He opened his eyes to face his attacker and saw Selina. She looked oddly beautiful in the pale light that came in through her windows.
"I won't ask you why you broke into my home, detective." she said in an oddly seductive voice. A voice that was different from the one he had always known. She didn't speak like the street wise kid who just needed discipline and a good family. She spoke with an almost regal elegance. Like an old fashion movie star from the forties.
Gordon stared dumb founded back at her before his senses caught up to him and he realized she was the one who had knocked him down without much work. He was about to go for his side arm when, she stabbed his hand with a switch blade she had neatly concealed.
Gordon cried out at the sight of his own blood. Adrenaline preventing him from feeling any real pain yet. The vision on the blade inside his hand, sticking cleanly through to the other side, was one that would never go away. How odd it looked, and how surprising the situation was.
Selina covered his mouth with her hand and straddled his prone body with ease. Her knees resting on his arms to keep him from moving.
"Hush." she said gently as he stared stupidly at his impaled hand. He felt another blade, a sharp and hungry blade tickle his neck. She was ready to slice his throat open. No one knew he was here, not even Bullock or Dent. No one was coming to save him.
He looked back at her with wide eyes. He had always been able to read people and could read Selina now. Se would do it. She was a killer. Her lips were curled into a smile and her eyes were like black pools of death.
What happened to the girl he knew?
"Let me guess." she whispered. "Bruce Wayne sent you to find me. He's worried?"
Gordon decided to play dumb. Her hand was still over his mouth, a blade was still at his throat. He nodded slightly.
"I see." Selina said. She looked vaguely annoyed. "You know those collectable dolls? The ones that are kept in glass cases and never played with? That's how Bruce wants me. As something to keep safe and locked away. A pretty little thing he can have and protect. It's all rather sad isn't? He lives in such a dream world. I hated having to hurt him. But I have business to attend to and it doesn't involve Bruce. I can't have him getting in the way."
Gordon was breathing hard. Her voice was cold and yet thrilling to hear. He didn't try to push her off him because the knife in his hand was starting to hurt now that the shock had worn off. He wanted to believe she wouldn't hurt him, but she looked ruthless. It was the same look he had seen on men about to be executed. Selina looked as though she has walked side by side with evil, and wasn't afraid.
To his surprise, Selina removed her hand from his mouth.
"Go and tell Bruce not to find me. You can do that for me, can't you?" she asked seductively.
Gordon was about to speak when she leaned over him and kissed him. Her lips soft and warm. Her mouth opening up to him slightly and teasing him with her tongue. He felt a rush of heat through his body at the kiss and had to remind himself to breath once she pulled away from him.
"Lovely to see you again, Detective." she whispered in his ear. Her breath warm and wet and made him remember how wonderful it was to be seduced by a beautiful woman.
The moment, odd as it was, was ruined when she pulled the knife out of his hand with a sharp jerk.
He screamed in pain and tried to grab her before she rolled away. He was angry now. Mad at himself for letting her get the jump on him, mad at himself for letting her threaten him. Now he was kicking himself because Selina had somehow gotten his side arm.
"You won't need this." she teased and tossed the gun down a convenient garbage chute by her door.
"You're under arrest, Selina. Assaulting a peace office!" he groaned in pain. His hand bleeding profusely.
"I won't be done assaulting a peace officer if you try and follow me." Selina said cattily as she climbed up her kitchen counter top and opened a window.
"Selina!" Gordon bellowed in anger. Her managed to sit up and clutched his bleeding hand to his chest above his heart.
"Keep pressure on that." she teased him before doing a back flip out the window of the top floor, and onto the streets below.
Again. Sorry about the long absence from posting. My job has be going in very early and when I get off, all I want to do is sleep. Thank you so much for all the feedback. I love reading them and if you have any requests for how you want this story to go, give me a shout out!