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After a brief ride, Gotham City Police Department came into view. Cassidy paid her fare and scurried out of vehicle. Cassidy gazed up at the ominous building, knowing the evil waiting inside. Nerves and anxiety began developing. She didn't know what to expect once she entered the station. She didn't know what Gordon wanted her here in the first place either. The brief phone conversation did not go into details, and Cassidy technically hadn't begun her job as one of Gotham's finest.

As if on cue, Gordon exited the station and spotted the young woman looking up at the building. Cassidy spied him from the corner of her eye and made up her mind that she couldn't stare at the building forever. She jogged up the stairs and shook hands with her once presumed deceased boss.

"Leaving so soon, Jim? Can't imagine why you would want to skip out on the party," she greeted with a cheeky grin.

"I've got a family at home who still think I'm six feet under. Joker can hold over till morning. Family is more important."

"Understandable, but before you run off, I've got one question that's been running through my mine since your lovely little wake up call. Why me? Of all your capable officers, why call me? I'm not officially a member on the force yet."

"I needed someone who I could trust to watch my 'capable officers'."

"So, I'm the baby-sitter," Cassidy sarcastically replied. "The clown is in a secure cell surrounded by countless armed officers, and you wake me up from my beauty sleep to for this!"

"He's killed six of my men, Williams. Cops in there would love to get their hands on him. You're the rookie. You had no ties to those fallen officers. You're the clean slate. I called you to babysit your co-workers, not the Joker."

"Not trying to bust your bubble, but you do remember that Tristan was my fiancée."

"From what I gather, his absence was welcomed."

Cassidy remained silent and looked down at her feet. She was slightly embarrassed that her boss called her on that.

"Guess I can't argue with the boss," Cassidy finally piped up.

"Nope because you will never win Williams."

Gordon made his way down the stairs and waved down a cad. He turned back around and shouted after his new officer.

"Go easy on them, Williams. Their nerves are rattled enough as it is. Let's not add to that, shall we?"

"I'll try my best, but I'm not making any promises, sir."

Gordon just shook his had at the woman with a smirk on his lips.

"Welcome to the force, Williams. The first sign of trouble, call me."

Cassidy nodded and continued towards the building. After a five-minute search, she stumbled upon the room she was looking for, the holding cells. Cassidy slipped into the room unnoticed, except by the ever-watchful eyes of a certain clown. Cassidy surveyed the room, noticing the effect that the Joker's presence had on the officers. Some were scared stiff, leaving a wide space between themselves and his cell. Some were tense and jumping at each noise. A few of the more cocky officers were pacing back and forth near the cells, jeering at its inhabitants.

Cassidy stealthy walked toward the holding cell. She stopped a few feet short by a table containing a vast arsenal of weapons. She delicately picked up the largest knife and examined it. She lifted her gaze from the knife and drifted it towards the Joker. Cassidy was well ware that his dark eyes had not left her since she entered the room.

"I believe it is safe to assume that these are yours," she stated.

The response she got was a flick of his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Not bad, but…" A gun being placed against her head interrupted Cassidy. Apparently her fellow officers finally noticed her presences and they weren't happy with her proximity to the cells.

"I'm going to ask you to drop the knife. You are tampering with evidence. I have the right to arrest you on the spot," the officer who had Cassidy at gunpoint boldly ordered.

A grin spread across Cassidy features. She gave a wink toward the villain, which sparked a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. This is the first time Cassidy had a gun pointed at her head. It came with the territory of being an undercover cop. She was used to working the dirty side of things, and sometimes her undercover persona would come out. This was one of those times.

"Sorry officer," Cassidy replied, setting the knife carefully back in its original spot. "Had I know there was going to be a gun fight, I would have brought my own."

"You are fully aware that you are inches away from Gotham's most dangerous man."

Cassidy rolled her eyes. How dumb did they take her for?

"Are you serious? I thought it was someone's birthday, and he was here to make balloon animals."

Her statement earned a low chuckled from the scarred man. Cassidy shifted her weight as the officer cocked his gun. Cassidy's grin grew even wider. She ignored the fact that her life could have been taken at any second. She had face death before. She knew what to expect when interacting with a killer. She could tell that this officer was all talk and no guts. He wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," she continued, giving the Joker her attention again. "Not a bad collection, but I prefer my own."

With the swiftness of a cat, Cassidy sprung into action. She produced a knife out of her back jean pocket, and in the blink of an eye, she was now behind the officer that had heckled her with a knife pressed firmly against his jugular. No, she wasn't going to kill him, only evoke a little intimidation and respect into him and all who were witnessing.

"I'm not sure who y'all run things here in Gotham, she deadly whisper, just loud enough for the room to hear, "but back in LA, friendly fire is not acceptable. Next time sugar, how about we point the weapons at the criminals and not the officers."

As quickly as she had produce the knife, she returned it back to its hiding place. Cassidy perched herself on top of a neighboring desk. The cop she just held at knifepoint was rubbing his neck, thankful there wasn't any blood.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Cassidy Williams," she announced to her audience. "I'm your newest fellow officer."

Cassidy scanned the faces of each cop in the room. Her smile grew wider at the shock faces. She was proud of her performance. Rick Jones, the officer that she had threatened with the knife, finally broke the silence.

"Are you insane?" he spat venomously, still holding his neck. "You need to be locked up like the freak."

"Should I take that as an insult or a compliment?"

"What!" Jones asked incredulously.

"You compared my "insanity" to that of the man deemed the most psychotic criminal to grace Gotham. That would be placing me right with the best."

"Are you complementing the freak now?"

"I've spent my entire career working undercover with the slime that is the Los Angeles crime scene. He is one of the best I've seen. One human being has brought an entire city to its knees. I give credit where credit is due."

"You are insane," Jones spat again. "What did Rivers ever see in you?"

Cassidy smiled faltered with the mention of that name. She knew once her name registered that Tristan was going to come up eventually. The officers at Gotham still pictured Tristan as their hero, but Cassidy had a little secret.

"Oh dear Tristan, everyone's favorite hero! The knight in shining armor that had come to rid Gotham of its filth," Cassidy mockingly replied.

Her smile had turned into a scowl. Her eyes turned dark, and it was clear to everyone it the room that her demeanor had taken a turn for the worse. Cassidy jumped from her seat and began pacing the space in front of the holding cell, like a leopard locked in a cage. The Joker's eyes never missed a single move she made.

"How could I forget that he is still the golden boy that could do no wrong? Guess I was the only one that got to see the other side. The real hero in this room is him," Cassidy said, her gaze lingering on the Joker's. "Your 'freak' here turned out to be my savior. Thank you, by the way."

Cassidy meant every work too, and by the twisted smile on the Joker's face, he knew that as well. His dark gaze bore into hers, and Cassidy was having trouble looking away. In that dark, intense gaze, Cassidy felt like every secret she had was out in the open, like he had just unlocked everything she was trying to keep hidden.

Oddly, the Joker had a similar feeling. Listening to her praise of sorts and the way her green eyes looked at him, he was mesmerized. She looked at him as if he was sane, as if he was human. She looked at him with the greenest eyes that could stare into the depths of one's soul and even while looking at the darkest parts; she could still see some goodness. This was a new feeling for the Joker, and he despised it.

The moment between the two was broken be the raving of Jones.

"You are sick! How could you thank the man that killed your fiancée?" he demanded.

"Would you like to hear a lovely tale about you home boy?" Cassidy asked, turning her attention back towards the officers.

"I met Tristan at a convention roughly five years ago. It was one of those "love at first sight" moments. I knew then and there that I was sold and that he was it. We started dating and everything was picture perfect," Cassidy began with a broken smile on her face as spoke of the happy time of their relationships.

"We got engaged about a year ago, and that was when it all went straight to hell."

Cassidy resumed her pacing, while divulging her tale. The Joker listened adamantly to each word that left her lips. His hands gripped the edge of the bench he was sitting on. He wanted to know how she got them. He needed to know.

"I was an undercover cop for the LAPD. My career had been focused on gaining access into the inner circle of Blain Lamont, Los Angeles's biggest crime and drug lord. Lamont is seemingly untouchable. He is a state senator with a pristine public image. He had friends in very high places and money to throw around to boot. At the slightest sign of trouble, he could dish out a few thousands dollars and the situation would disappear. My boss had been trying to bring him down for fifteen years. Then I came into the picture."

"A month or so after the engagement, I had finally caught Lamont's eye," Cassidy continued. "Word had reached his ear about my criminal expertise. He was eager to get me into his exclusive crew. I was an asset. He was planning one of the biggest heists that California had ever seen, and we had to play it perfectly to catch him in the middle of it. I had to cut off all ties to my real life. I had to go as far as becoming Lamont's fiancée to gain his full trust. Let's just say Tristan did not like these moves. He was always the jealous type. Tristan wanted me out and stupidly did the only thing he could think of to accomplish that. He sent Lamont a manila envelope that contained files, paperwork, photographs, and more that incriminated me as an officer. With a blink of an eye, my cover that I spent years developing was destroyed."

Her audience held their breath over the suspense Cassidy was building. She did not know what possessed her to reveal the events that happened that night. She had not told anyone this story, not even Bruce. Here she was telling complete strangers.

"I had to leave LA and fast. Lamont had eyes and ears all over the city. If you double-crossed him, you didn't live to tell the tale. He had ways of finding me, no matter how much protection the force provided. Tristan had flown out to LA to help me back up my things and escape to Gotham with him. Tristan clearly never heard the stories about Lamont's revenge escapades. You stab Lamont's back he slaughters yours. There is always a price to be paid. The night before our departure, Lamont paid us a little visit. He beat be around like a piñata till he was bored, and then he took my own knife," Cassidy pulled out that knife to add to the dramatics of the story, "and he carves my face like a turkey on Thanksgiving."

Cassidy pulled her hair back and revealed the left side of her face. She heard some gasps; a few people turned away, and ever more stared at her grotesquely. Cassidy wasn't surprised. She didn't expect a war reception.

"Tristan just sat there and watched the entire thing. Turns out when there's a chance for his life to be endangered, he loses the hero quality real quick. He even went to the kitchen and got beers for himself and Lamont. He had all the power in the world to stop him, arrest him, or just do something, anything. He just sat there in silence and watched. He listened to me call out his name for help, pleading for him to save me. He just sat there. Here's the kicker, after Lamont left, Tristan waited ten painstaking minutes before calling 911."

Cassidy had return to her perch on the desk. She wiped away a lone tear that had managed to escape.

"I spent four month recovering in the hospital, suffering so much pain and numerous surgeries to repair the damage. The first thing he said to me after I was discharged was 'You deserved every bit of it, bitch.' He may not have pulled the trigger, but he damn well supplied the gun. Excuse me for not having any sympathy over his death, because he couldn't do the same for me."

The holding cell filled with complete silence. Cassidy stared at the woodwork on the desk, consumed with her own thoughts. Hew fellow officers were in a state of complete shock. They didn't know what to make of her story. The Tristan they knew and loved would never do that. They were afraid to move or speak, for they weren't sure what Cassidy might do next. She had already given them a roller coaster ride so far. After a brief period of time, everyone decided it was safe to disperse. Everyone steered cleared of not only the Joker but also Cassidy.

The Joker continued to stare at the shattered woman perched on the desk. She was beautiful. There was no denying that. To his personal taste, the scars that graced her face added to that tragic beauty. She displayed the ability to stoke fear into the hearts of every officer in the room, yet she on the inside she was broken into a million shards. He was entranced by this enigma of a woman. He wanted to solve her. His every traced every scar on her delicate face. Yes, this girl was a puzzle and how he wanted to solve her. She had been plaguing his mind as of late. He needed to figure out why and dispose of her like the rest.

After the eternity of silence, the ringing of a telephone sounded. After a brief conversation a female officer spoke.

"That was Gordon. He is on his way down here. Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes never made it home."

Every eye in the room turned to face the clown, who had broken into a fit of maniacal laughter.