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Chapter Twelve:

"Where is John Jr.?"

On a bright sunny day, Leeann Stevens found herself interrogating a criminal just caught by Gordon's finest. He was a low life thug found mugging an innocent woman. At first being thought as just a simple criminal, it was found that he could possibly be in connections with the McEvans. That is what led this dingy looking man to be sitting across the table from Gotham's new DA.

Leeann's bruise healed quite nicely and she was beginning to look like herself again, of course now with new hair. She was even going back to working out, but none of that mattered now. She decided to be blunt with this criminal and not walk around the subject. It felt a little good to be back in the fast pace of her job and not sitting around home feeling sorry for herself. She took this job for a reason and despite how sick everything was, she loved doing what she did.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The man stated as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms.

Her nostrils flared up slightly as she pointed to the stack of papers in front of her, "I have proof right in front of me that puts you in connection to the McEvans family. You've been seen with John Jr. and the late Carl McEvans on more than one occasion."

He shrugged once more, shaking his head, "Must gotten me confused with someone else."

Rolling her eyes, the now redhead leaned back in her chair to hold the bridge of her nose, "We could do this all day, sir, eventually I will get it out of you."

"That's cool; I got no plans for today. Tomorrow though, I'm booked."

"Oh, you're going to be staying here for a very long time."

It was terrible how little progress she was making with this mobster, but then again she had dealt with worse. She looked at this man, looking at his nonchalant attitude. She could never understand how calm criminals acted when under the pressuring lights of interrogation. Clearly, they had to know that no matter what that there was no way they were going home or back to their old lives, why be so arrogant and calm?

Tapping her fingers against the desk, the female turned to the man sitting across from her, "Why defend him? Why keep him a secret? What has he done beneficial to you? Are you scared? If you talk, I assure you protection."

Scoffing, he turned to her, "Sure, that's what you all say. You all assure us protection. 'We'll help you, we'll protect you'. Bullshit! You aren't on those streets with us, in our homes. You ain't there! Do you know how many of my friends have died cause you said you would 'protect them'. You're twisted, this whole system is twisted. Our world of justice is a fuck lot better than your world."

Narrowing her green eyes, Leeann leaned forward, "Really? Is your justice fair when even if you look the wrong way, you get shot? Ife means nothing to this mob bosses! You are all disposable in their plans, they don't give a shit. Are you aware of how many loyal men I have seen die by the hands of their bosses just because they thought 'hey, I don't need them anymore, I have a thousand other cronies.' It isn't the right life."

"What makes your life so great? Because you're moral? Bitch, you people's morals are the most fucked up I've ever seen. You got freaks like Batman running around! You need someone in tights to help you guys out. Before he came, it was just criminals like us running around, now you got fucking this comic book fuckers running around like the Joker and the Scarecrow? What the hell is up with that? None of that woulda happened if it weren't for Batman!"

Raising an eyebrow and slightly smirking, she cooed, "Are you….afraid of Batman?" Seeing the man quickly turn his head, she added, "Because if you don't talk…I can get him in here to make you talk."

"Are you threatening me, Miss Stevens?" He sneered.

"Ha, no," She gave a low snicker, "I can guarantee it."

There was a silence in the room, an uncomfortable silence. Gordan and a few of his men stood watch outside the old run down interrogation room, watching her methods. It seemed that when Leeann had first come onto the scene as DA she took a lot kinder approaches, but soon she saw that with Gotham's criminals she had to be a little more assertive. The commissioner was glad to see the girl had fallen into her job, after Harvey Dent, the city needed a stable DA.

Giving a slight gulp, the former cocky mobster, leaned forward, "Alright, I'll spill."

"I'm all ears."

"First," He cleared his throat, "I want to make a deal."

Leeann raised an eyebrow, asking, "Don't you think you should collaborate with your lawyer first?"

Waving this off, he stated, "I ain't got no lawyer and I sure as hell ain't gonna take onna yours. I'ma just spill the way I please."

Giving a slight shrug, she nodded, "Alright, what's your proposal?"

"If I tell you what you wanna know, you gotta send me to Arkham instead of Gotham jail."

At this Leeann was shocked, sure back in the day any criminal tried to get into an insane asylum rather than a jail. It was deemed safer and they were treated with sympathy rather than punishment and when going to an asylum there was always the chance on getting released much earlier than being sent to jail. But, now with Arkham being inhibited with crazies such as the Joker and the Scarecrow, she doubted it was any better.

"Do you really think that this any better?"

The criminal smirked as this, bowing his head down slightly, "You have no idea."

It had now been hours since Miss Stevens' interrogation with the common criminal. She had collected all the information that she needed and had spent some time in her office collecting everything. After leaving her office and going home, she decided to spend some time on the tread mill. Today went very smoothly she thought and was very proud of herself. She had made progress today and any little victory was important to her.

After spending an hour on the treadmill, Leeann fixed herself up by taking a shower and then afterwards getting dressed. It was getting chillier out as she decked herself in a pair of tight jeans that flared out around her ankles, a pair of simple black high heels, and black tank top on with an elbow high leather jacket on. As soon as she had grabbed a folder of files and applied her eyeliner, she was out of her apartment hailing a cab.

One cab ride later, she ended up in front of a bar in the lower part of Gotham city. Her green eyes looked up and read the cheesy neon lights 'My Alibi'. She remembered well. After paying the cab driver, Leeann stood up and made her way into the bar. It was a new bar that she had never been at before and she now knew why. It looked like it was festering with low life criminals and the musk in the air at first made her cough. Apparently this bar didn't abide by the 'no smoking' laws put into effect in all public places.

Standing near the door way, her eyes surveyed the bar. Men sat in booths gambling, men at the bar drank their lives away, and easy woman preyed on men for even just a little drug money. What was a woman like her doing here? Luckily, everyone was too preoccupied to notice her in there and she luckily didn't fall victim to one of these dirty men.

Finally, she saw what she was looking for, hiding out in the booth all the way in the shadows, a cigarette lying in his fingertips. Quickly, Leeann made her way over to the booth, taking the liberty to sit down across from him. Her confidence was illuminating off her as he neither sneered at her nor even looked in her direction. A very skinny waitress walked over to her, though young, spoke with a raspy voice, "What can I do you for?"

"Just a martini."

The waitress nodded and walked away as the redhead looked over to the man across from her, "You dyed your hair."

"It was time for a change."

He drink was given to her quite quickly as she paid the woman, taking a sip of her alcoholic beverage. Once again conversation fell short between the two as he also drank his alcoholic beverage and smoked his cigarette. Leeann's eyes carefully watched the light end of his cancer stick. She admitted when she was younger she drabbled in experiments like smoking cigarettes, but that was smoking she couldn't imagine doing at this point in time.

"I found out some information today."

Finally Two-Face turned to look at her, both his burnt and human side visible for her eyes. It was a sight she was beginning to get use to and no longer winced when she saw it. Instead she simply pulled out her folder and place on the table so that he could see, "John Jr. has a wife. And children. None of them live in Gotham; he sent them to a nearby city so that he could do his work here and not have them in the line of fire. I also collected the names of a few places he likes to show himself. He's being very secluded though since his brother's death I've heard."

The former DA's eyes looked over these files, and then turned to her, "How'd you find this out?"

"We caught some low life thug that was seen on more than one occasion with John Jr."

"And how do you expect this will help you?"

Leeann frowned, she should have guessed he would shoot down her little glimmer of hope as she sighed and finished her drink, "Any piece of information helps, regardless of how small it is. Besides with a list of places he's been spotted we can send some men out to keep watch."

Tossing the folder back over to the female, he took one last pull of his cigarette before stubbing it out, "Does it mention in your little files that I've been spotted with him?"

At this her eyes became wide as she stared at the man in front of her, "Wh-What the? Are you serious? You've actually met up with John Jr.?" After being glared at, she backed down slightly, "Surprised you didn't murder him."

"He survived the coin toss," He stated calmly, looking at his coin, "I'm sure next time we meet he won't be so lucky."

Perhaps Two-Face's inhumanity would have surprised her when they had first met, but by now she had grown accustomed to the angered man's insensitivity. Her life had been spared plenty of times from the man's way of decision making, though she knew it was only a matter of time before her luck ran out. John Jr. had been lucky as well, but Two-Face made his own luck and when he really wanted John Jr. to be gone he would continue flipping until he got Tails.

The waitress came by once more and both of the inhabitants of the booth reordered their previous drinks. She had been lucky, truly lucky that she had survived those coin tosses. How irrational she thought it was for him to put entirely everything into chance. Though to him chance seemed like the fairest way, unbiased chance. Leeann sat there as she thought, was he right? In a justice system and one of the most corrupt cities in the country, was biased decision making the reason for all this corruption?

Their drinks were placed in front of them, both individually paying the waitress as the half burnt man turned to the younger woman, "Is that all you came to tell me?"

Two-Face always knew how to make Leeann feel so small. She had thought she had accomplished so much and with one question he had made her information seem so insignificant. Looking around the bar, she soon quickly cursed under her breath and turned to hide her head, "Shit."

Raising an eyebrow, the former Harvey Dent took a sip of his drink, "What?"

"Jolie Arden just walked in, fuck I can't let her see me."

Jolie Arden was Gotham City's new main reporter. If there was a story, she would find it and report it. If she found something out, there was no way she was keeping it a secret, she would happily exploit it regardless of how it would affect things. Surely if she saw Leeann Stevens, the new DA, the new hope for Gotham city in a dingy run down, mob invested bar she would surely make sure everyone knew about it. Not only that, if she found out Harvey Dent was still alive and Leeann was with him that would make front page.

"Come more into the shadows," He simply stated, asking as she did what she was told, "Who is she?"

Explaining who she was to him, he looked over to her. She was a little bit shorter than Leeann, with bigger breasts and a body she was not afraid to show off. Her blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail and she had enough glitter on her eyes to be a fairy. Leeann was guessing she was dressing herself slutty to attract the wrong crowd and get as much information as possible out of them. Jolie was a great reporter and knew how to get the scoop out, but this was one hit that couldn't get out.

Jolie walked towards the bar; ordering herself a Fuzzy Navel before asking where the bathroom was, conveniently pass their booth. As the blonde started towards them, she knew they would both surely be caught. Not knowing what to do, Leeann soon turned to Two-Face and hid herself in his face. Her hands took his cheeks into her hands and the back of her hair covered both of their faces. Jolie stopped only for a second to look at them, simply rolling her eyes at a kissing couple.

As the reporter passed by, Leeann quickly removed her lips from his, fearing once again her bold moves would land her victim to the butt end of a gun. Her green eyes trembled up at him, whispering, "I'm so sorry."

Two-Face simply looked at her as she feared that it was too late for apologies. It wasn't until his rough hand was gripping the back of her neck to pull her forward that she became completely confused and frightened. Was he really kissing her back? Slowly she fluttered her eyes closed and let herself fall prey to his lips. At first he just placed his lips on hers, letting himself taste her fruity tasting lip-gloss.

Leeann took in a deep breath as Two-Face pushed in hardened, entering her mouth with some sort of passion she was not prepared for. There in a booth in a rusty bar she was passionately making out with a man she feared way too much. The fact that he was kissing her so wildly and pulling her so close to him confused her and frightened her even more. Was he mocking her? Or perhaps trying to regain some sort of female contact?

Soon he broke from the kiss and didn't so much as look at her, turning to the direction of the bathroom. Jolie had now exited it and was heading over to the bar to pick up her drink. Leeann noticed Two-Face take out his coin and flip it, her heart pounding as she feared that after that kiss he was contemplating killing her. It only served her right, acting out such a bold move like that would land her dead. God, how could she have been so stupid.

Tails.

Leeann's heart stopped and slammed her eyes shut; she didn't want to witness her own death, "Hey, Jolie."

Opening her eyes, she observed it was him who had spoke and watched the reporter turn around, "Ye-"

She wasn't even able to finish her last word before Two-Face shot her square in her forehead. Leeann let out a yelp as she covered her mouth, though just like last time he shot someone in front of her, no one even cared, "Why'd you do that!?"

"I couldn't have anyone that snoopy living while I'm around."