Author's Note: I know that I first said that Timmy was five. I have decided that that is too young and will not work with the story. Let us pretend that I said he was nine. Again sorry about that.
I was back at my home. I spent the last week going through Rachel's things. I kept a few clothes and objects. The rest went into charity for those who needed them. Just as she would have wished. I had helped Harvey's brother, Dante, go through his things. Dante was a lawyer just like Harvey.
"Maeve!" Dante calls as he opens my door with the key I gave him. I had just stopped by home to grab something for work before heading back to work.
I smile as I exit my office room in the house with a folder. Timmy was smiling up at me. Dante picked him up from school sometimes. Timmy rushed to drop his things off and grab his thicker coat. Dante smiles at the sight of the boy rushing to go to work with me. Timmy had insisted on having my last name. I don't know why. I gave in either way. It was his choice. Not mine.
"Come on, Timmy. Gordon is waiting for me at Wayne Tower," I call.
Timmy rushes out with a small Batman bag and cape. Lord, this kid loved the Bat. I smile at him as I walk him out to my SUV. Dante left with us. Heading off to his home. Dante was built tall and lean muscled. He had the same sandy hair Harvey had. His face was softer and much more handsome. Dante was a lot like me. The silent shadow behind his sibling. Happy and friendly with those we know or coldly polite.
I strode into the meeting room with my face calmly set. I was all business. Timmy was like a shadow at my heels. His face was set like mine. I was in a dress. The dress was black and had white polka dots on it. It was a simple summer dress. I wore it in the winter. The click of my sharp heels had all heads turned toward me and silence in the room. My hair was curling down my back as I dropped my briefcase on the meeting table. Bruce's head shot up. All eyes were officially on me.
I grabbed Timmy under the arms and easily lifted him into the chair I should have been sitting in.
"First of all," I say shifting right into the meeting smoothly and briskly. "I would like to thank all of you for coming and Bruce for allowing me to use his meeting room."
"You know you're welcome to it when ever," Bruce says before Lucius could speak.
I nod curtly his way. I had not been on a friendly level with him. Vicki was always around and I would give them both the cold shoulder. I softened up around him when she wasn't there. Vicki had released article upon article about the changes I had made in the GCPD and my personal life. I hated it and I would never speak to her unless my job called for it.
"I'm sorry for the short notice and secrecy. I could not allow the press to find out yet."
"What exactly have you called us here for, Miss Lorcan?" Mayor Garcia asks while looking my small form over in the way many men did.
"Yes, why?" Brendon Livingston, the new DA asks with a snide tone.
My cold gaze flicked to him. He sat back a little. Timmy's mouth opened quickly.
"Timmy," I warn. He sits back and pulls out his sketch pad. "As I was saying. Gotham has come along way in last few years. I have made changes to the force to help the changes move faster. The mobs are hiding. Threats come in every day."
"They are nothing new, Miss Lorcan," Brendon snaps. All eyes turn to him.
I snap my briefcase open. Out comes the file and recording. I hit play without pause. My eyes were locked on Brendon.
"Miss, uh, Lorcan, how nice to see your work. How is Timmy boy?"
I hit stop Timmy had frozen and looked at the recording with wide terror filled eyes. Mine had darkened.
"I came home to this a few days ago. My home had cards everywhere. I was lucky that Dante Dent had taken Timmy to his home that night. Timmy's room had these."
I throw the file in the middle of the table. Close to Brendon. The pictures fall out. All of Timmy or myself. Brendon paled.
"My thoughts exactly, Livingston. I will not hide from him this time. If he wants to kill me then so be it. But when he threatens a boy," I growl, "I will not stand for it. His threat is only one. The mob had threatened as well. It has become clear to me that the fact that I am the Chief is pressing them more. They have become more violent. I receive threats and harassment from even the common citizen. Either it is a strike at their pig headed male egos or they are thinking with their bullocks. Having a female of my age and stature as the Chief is driving everyone to hate me. I am tired of it. My work becomes moot when the citizens I strive to protect and go in the line of fire for threaten to kill me. I'm quitting."
Silence fills the room. Long and thick. Timmy was looking at me with wide, shocked eyes. I snatch the recorder and put it away before snapping my briefcase shut.
"I have thought it through. I am not leaving for my sake. The only thing on my mind right now is Timmy and that I am unwanted. When the city of Gotham decides it needs me I will come back. Until then, I resign from my position as Chief. I withdraw from the force all together."
Gordon was on his feet along with Garcia.
"Maeve! You can't resign! Think about this!" Garcia cries out in anger and urgency.
"Mae!" Gordon cries at the same time as Garcia.
I ignore it and keep myself calm and composed. It hurt to leave. I had worked hard for what I had. Now I was giving it all up.
"You never quit! What about those who looked to you for help?" Gordon pushes.
I had my head lowered. I felt the tears in my eyes. It hurt to do this. It was a shot at my pride.
"I know, Jim," I say softly as I lift my head to look at him. My dead cold eyes locking on his. "The force is all I know. I'm a mother now. I must think of Timmy first and foremost."
I close my eyes and open them with a hard look. No tears in sight. Just stubborn determination.
"I have spoken with Mr. Fox."
Bruce sends a shocked look at Lucius Fox. He smiles at Bruce and shrugs.
"As for your request, Sir. I accept. I will check up on the security guards first," I say with my eyes locked on Mr. Fox's. "Then I will take up my position."
"What position is that?" Bruce asks.
I glance at him quickly.
"I have asked her to be my aid," Mr. Fox says with a twinkle in his eye.
"Ma," Timmy says happily holding up something.
I look at the paper held up to my face. It was a mock of the Joker's face paint. The red on the paper was blood red. I snatch the page out of the paper quickly.
"What have I told you about drawing that, Timmy?" I demand heatedly.
"But he was-"
"No, Timmy."
I shred the paper up. I grab his hand and drag him out behind me as I march from the room.
Timmy had those pictures all over his room. Along with the Batman. I tried to ignore it. I understood clearly why he liked the Joker. The Joker had really been kinder to us than the other hostages. It was the scions that were bad to us. In the end the Joker saved me and let us go. Joker had taken the boy in as his own when he found out Timmy was parentless. He put us together hoping I would take care of the boy where he could not. He knew he would not be good for Timmy at such a young age.
