TC Stark: Sorry again that it's been two days since I've updated, the Olympics started yesterday and I'm a sucker for them lol Well, I'm ecstatic that this story is going over so well, thank you all who continue to remain loyal to me, you are my inspiration. Thank you for sharing in my vision and I hope I shall never disappoint you.
Disclaimer: I only own Leeann and the McEvans..
Chapter Seven:
Two weeks had gone by since the event at The Alibi. Fourteen days without running into the Irish mob or Two-Face. As relieving as it was it frankly worried her. What was the mob planning that made them not try anything against her life for two weeks? Or perhaps the fact that one of the mob's henchmen was killed? Most likely not, but it was a somewhat comforting thought.
Leeann sat in her office, typing away on her computer to try and keep her mind focused on what was happening. Just because she hadn't had a run in with the mob didn't mean she wasn't doing her best to try and find them and get them in court. It was the Gordon's job to send his men out to try and get out to catch these men, but since the only thing they had against them was a letter he had to go on taking care of other business.
After a while she got up from her position on her chair, walking over to pour herself some coffee. After adding sugar, she spun around to let out a loud gasp, though this time making sure not to drop her drink, "Batman!"
In front of her stood the caped crusader, staring down into her eyes as she could feel her heart pounding a mile a minute. He stared down at her, his raspy voice following into her ears, "Have you made any progress with the McEvans?"
Shaking her head slowly, she gulped nervously, "No, he's no where to be found."
"Did you know that John McEvans had two sons? Both, which are running the mob."
"No, I didn't."
At this the dark knight moved his cape out of the way to reveal a passed out tied up man. His wrists and ankles with tied up and a cloth was bounded around his mouth. To say he was a little short and scrawny, his red hair messed up, and his cloths a little plain looking. She was shocked as he looked back at her, "This is Carl McEvans, the younger of the two. John Jr. is still out there, but Carl refuses to tell me anything."
She shook her head while walking closer to the unconscious man, "That doesn't matter, this is still something. Thank you so-"
Leeann turned around, seeing that her window was open and the Batman had now disappeared. She sighed to herself before looking down at the tied up man. After that she had called up the police department, Carl being taken away to now await for his trial. She was almost giddy at the thought that she was accomplishing what she set out to do, send scum like him to jail.
During her forty minute lunch break the next day she decided to meet Bruce at a nearby café and have lunch. Her office was right near a nice little place and since they had made the plans the previous night they would have a nice forty minutes with each other. Both were sipping on cocktails, enjoying their seats outside as the nice warm air swept past both of them.
"So, you must be happy." Bruce stated, ordering another drink.
Leeann smiled as she sipped her drink casually, "Ecstatic. I'm getting one of the heads of the McEvans behind bars, I'm doing exactly what I've set out to do. After this I'm going to work on getting the brother."
The waitress walked over and place their lunches before the two, him scratching his head and asking, "Aren't you afraid that Carl being behind bars will anger John Jr. and will make it worse for you?"
"Oh, Bruce," She waved it off, moving her fork to pick up a tomato to put it in her mouth, "I refuse to think so pessimistically."
"Well, as long as things work out."
She gave a nice smile over at the billionaire, laughing a little to herself, "You know, at first I was a bit skeptical of someone who flies around with a cape and then I was even a bit scared of him, but God, I owe Batman so much."
Bruce shrugged, replying, "You may think that way, but in my opinion someone like Batman should be locked up in Arkham."
"Hardly, if you came face to face with the Joker and the Scarecrow like I did, you'd take back your word."
He took a bite out of his meal, it felt odd sometimes talking badly about Batman knowing full well who he was, but it was the only way to distance himself from that identity and how separate the two were. His eyes then looked over at his friend, smiling at her, "Well, hey, let me not interfere and let you do your job."
"I didn't mean it like that," Leeann scratched the back of her neck, "You know, Bruce, with all your money I'd figure you'd go on vacation more often."
A small amused snort came out of his nostrils, shaking his head to himself knowingly, "Why vacation when I have everything I want right here? Anything I need really I can have brought to me."
"What a difficult life you lead." She commented sarcastically, Bruce joining in on her laughter.
Their laughter died down as they continued on their lunch. In the middle of broad day light was Gotham's richest man and the newly elected Attorney DA having lunch. If someone wanted them dead, it would be the perfect opportunity. If a journalist wanted to make up some story about them being involved, right now would be a perfect picture opportunity.
The peaceful atmosphere was ruined as the sound of a cell phone ringing ran through Leeann's ears. She reached down in her bag and held the cell phone to her pierced ear, "Leeann speaking….what!?"
If flying was something that only happened in the movies, then Leeann was some sort of alien for she didn't think her feet hit the ground once on her run back to her firm. It didn't take her long to fling the door open to her office where Commissioner Gordon was standing, "Please, tell me this is a joke."
He frowned over at the young girl, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose, "I'm afraid not, McEvans was released today."
"But, why?" Lee begged, "This is our opportunity to put away one of the top mobsters. Even if we don't have him for anything right now, there's the drug issue, the gang-"
"It doesn't matter," He interrupted, "None of that is going over with the new judge. We may have gotten away with it before, but he does not tolerate Batman and his type of handling of criminals. The fact that McEvans was brought in by Batman immediately dismisses him in the judge's mind."
Still in shock, she plopped down in her chair, running her fingers through her hair and shaking her head, "This can't be happening…it was a gift. A gift from Batman. Who cares about the rough handling? This is a criminal and it is our chance to get the streets of Gotham a little safer by this step."
Gordon sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "He thinks that by condemning Batman's actions it'll help."
"I can't believe he just walks," She stood up, frustrated, "Now both of them will be together and worse then ever."
"Why don't you go home? We'll deal with it in the morning."
Folding her arms, the political figure stared down as she shook her head. After a moment of silence, she looked back up, "You're right. Thank you at least for coming up here and explaining it all to me in person."
Soon after the two had finished their conversation with each other, Leeann had left the building. The good thing about being in the position she was in was that she basically could make up her own work day. If she felt like ending the day early because of something stressful then she was free to do so. It was the nice thing about being the new Attorney DA.
So Leeann arrived home, shedding her cloths to become more comfy. It was all over the news that one of the sons of the infamous John McEvans was released from jail. In a way it almost sickened her as she couldn't watch it, turning her TV onto something else to spend a relaxing day in. There was no more dancing to music while cooking, no celebrating today.
Hours had gone by as she found herself preparing some Chinese stir fry for herself. She had spent the whole day to herself, doing a few sit ups, finishing a book she had started months ago, and had washed, dried, and folded her laundry. By the time all this was done she decided that it'd be ok to cook up an early dinner for herself. All the while keeping her mind off of her job.
Since hours had gone by, she figured that perhaps it would be ok for her to turn on the TV again. She had set up her dinner on her table, sitting down as her fork had dug into some rice the same moment her finger hit the turn on button. The channel that was left on was the news channel, blinking her eyes, and turning the volume up. She just had to make sure she was hearing this all right.
"And in the latest news, a shocking moment in Gotham city, the body of Irish mob leader Carl McEvans was found at the bar Finnigan's with a bullet in his head the same day he was released from jail. Now, who and why he was killed is still being looked at, but he is the son of the late John McEvans and leaves behind his brother John Jr. who has yet to be reached and be able to comment on this."
TC Stark: A little short, but I certainly hope you guys enjoy this turn of events, again thank you all so much.
