Once at the police station, Ellie was taken out of the police car and into the building. Inside, the atmosphere was buzzing. Officers scrambled around, focused on the tasks they had to do, and the criminals inside various cells were shouting and hollering incoherent meaninglessness. It was exactly what you'd expect to find inside a big city police station; organized chaos.

Ellie was handed off to a young officer who looked like he was just fresh out of the Academy. He took her and lead her to the 'Check-In' area. A small, golden name plate shined on the man's uniform reading, 'Officer Wilson.'

Ellie grinned at him, "Wilson huh? You a rookie? I haven't seen you around here before." She loved messing with the cops. There was nothing that irritated her more than the 'pigs in blue,' so trying to get inside their heads was always entertaining for her; of course she wasn't as much of a pro at it like the Joker, but it was still fun.

Officer Wilson simply ignored her as he took off her handcuffs, shoving her against the wall. She stood there, both hands on the wall as she was patted down. "Hey, watch where you're grabbing! I don't think your wife would appreciate you feeling me up." She said, once again just trying to mess with him. She didn't know if the man was even married, but the gold band on his left ring finger gave her a pretty good clue.

Once satisfied that she didn't have anything on her, Wilson grabbed her roughly, spinning her around to face him. He handcuffed her hands once more, this time in the front. Ellie noticed that the handcuffs were slightly tighter on her wrists than they normally should have been. She smirked, knowing that she had gotten under his skin in a matter of minutes.

Ellie was fingerprinted and 'processed' as she liked to call it, and then put into a holding cell with four other men. Wilson still hadn't spoke, but it was clear that he was irritated.

Walking over to the cell door, Ellie peeked through the bars, "Hey! I'm suppose to get my own cell! You're not suppse to put me in a cell with guys. Didn't they teach you that at the Academy?" Wilson turned to her and finally spoke, his voice was deep, making his annoyance even more apparent, "Sit down and shut the hell up."

Ellie laughed, shaking her head, "I like you Wilson." She said, going over and sitting on one of the benches. The guys eyed her. Whistling and cat calls could be heard from the nearby cells, but she simply ignored them all.

She needed to think about how she was going to get out of here. She had always relied on the Joker in a situation like this, but there was no reason for him to come get her this time.

Lost in her own little world, Ellie was snapped back into reality when she felt a hand on her thigh. "Hey baby, the cops ain't lookin'. How bout a quickie?"

Ellie looked at the man. You know those types of people where all you have to do is look at them and you can tell that they're a Meth addict? Well yeah, this guy would be one of them. His cheeks were sunken in, his teeth needed some serious toothbrush action, and he was skinnier than a pole. Someone you definitely wouldn't want to take home to mom and dad. Ellie stood up and walked to the other side of the cell away from the creeper, "You wish" she scoffed to him.

Never before had Ellie ever been put in a men's cell. She had always been put with other women, or had gotten a cell to herself if no other women were imprisoned at the time. But Ellie guessed that there were no open cells for her right now. The jails were packed because of the new District Attorney, Harvey Dent. Locking up half the city's criminals? Ellie had to meet this guy. Not only was he a very attractive man from what she had seen from t.v., but he'd also be very fun to mess with...'Damn, I should really stop thinking like the Joker...' Little did Ellie know that she'd be meeting that exact man very soon.

A few hours later, Ellie was taken out of her cell and brought into a room she was very familiar with. A room that she had given countless officers headaches because of her lack of cooperation; the Interrogation Room.

She was left in the room by herself, so she sat back in her chair and propped her feet on the table, folding her hands, which were still in handcuffs, across her chest.

Moments later, Gordon walked in, "Gordon! I've missed you!" She said, smiling mockingly. Gordon simply walked over and pushed her feet off the table, and then sat in the chair opposite of her.

"Where's he hiding?" Gordon asked slowly, as if trying to remain calm even though he knew the woman sitting in front of him probably wouldn't give him any of the answers he seeked. Ellie shrugged, "I don't know. I don't work for the guy anymore."

"I find that hard to believe."He replied, closing his eyes and lightly pinching the bridge of his nose. "You look tired Gordon. Everything alright on the home-front?" Gordon let out an annoyed sigh, "I'd like to ask the questions if you don't mind."

"Alright, alright! No prob. So to answer your first question, again, I am not working for that psycho." Gordon looked at her, a tired, yet for the most part, emotionless look on his face. He spoke, still in the calm tone, "If that's the case, then why were you seen with him at Vincent Coletti's hotel?"

Ellie didn't answer for a moment. Instead, she stared up at the ceiling. After a minute or so, Ellie kept her stare upwards as if there were something fascinating about a plain, white ceiling, "Let me ask you Gordon. Why did you and your men go to Coletti's hotel in the first place? Surely you couldn't have known the Joker would be there."

"Like I said, I'd like to be the one asking the questions." Gordon replied, staring at Ellie even though her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

Ellie finally looked away to stare directly at Gordon, "Maybe I'd feel more willing to cooperate if you answered some of my questions too Gordon." He sighed, knowing that the interrogation was going no where, "If you must know, the District Attorney found reasons to believe that Vince Coletti was peddling drugs out of his hotel." Ellie laughed at this, and mumbled, "He was doing a lot more than that..."

Gordon looked at her questioningly, "What do you mean by that?" Ellie shrugged and simply said, "I don't know." Gordon was starting to get irritated, his voice made it very apparent, "No! You do know! Why would someone, who used to work for the Joker, know what a mob boss like Coletti is doing?" Ellie shrugged again. She began biting on a hangnail as she looked past Gordon as if barely listening to what he was saying; again, just trying to mess with him.

"You're working for Coletti aren't you?" For the fourth time, Ellie shrugged, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I guess either way is possible."

"You're not going to cooperate with me are you?" Gordon asked, getting more annoyed by each passing minute.

She shrugged again, knowing it was pissing him off, "It's just...you and I...we've been through these little 'talks' a million times before...You're just starting to...I don't know...bore me."

Gordon hastily stood up from his chair and stared down at her. "Fine. Maybe I can find someone you'd be more willing to talk too." He said, almost in a threateningly manner which surprised Ellie. He wasn't the type to make threats, or at least she had never heard one escape his lips before. But he didn't scare her. She'd just pull the same routine with them too.

Gordon left the room. About 20 minutes later, a new man came in. Ellie almost snorted with laughter. This is the guy Gordon had threatened her with? This had to be a joke! Ellie thought as she tried holding back her laugher.

The man shut the door behind him and strode over to where Gordon had previously sat. He remained standing, however, placing both hands on the table and leaning forward, eyeing Ellie, a stern look on his face. He had neat, blonde hair, and gorgeous eyes. He wore the whole business suit and tie sha-bang, and had a very 'upper-class' feel about him. Two words came to Ellie's mind: Total Yuppie.

It was the man Ellie had been eager to meet. He thought he was so superior, and probably had total confidence that he'd make her talk. 'Well he's got another thing coming' Ellie thought, a cocky smirk visible on her face as she stared back at the man in front of her. District Attorney, Harvey Dent.

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