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A few weeks later, I found myself back in my cluttered office. For once in my career life, I wasn't jammed with paperwork that didn't apply to my latest case. Unfortunately, I was still slammed with paperwork. I swore that this Joker character had more harm in his bite than his bark, and his bark was rather obnoxious. I sat in my chair reading over the ten case files that the Joker had thrown onto my desk. Well, not literally, but it was close enough. I flipped through the stills taken from the security footage. This guy was a freak, and no matter how deep I dug, I got no information. He had never been in any city, and no face recognizer could recognize his face. The make-up was the scariest. Maybe he scared the machines with it so we couldn't recognize him. I propped my feet up on my desk and laughed at my stupidity.

My phone rang against my waist. I hoped with everything that it was Dad calling, telling me to go home. He had gone home hours ago, along with most of the detectives that worked this level. I was pretty much the only one here. I glanced at the clock on my desk as I grabbed my phone. It read 10:45.

I rubbed my tired eyes as I answered. "Gordon."

"Sarg," it was Wilson's voice; the same Wilson that had taunted me for being late the day after I had back mouthed Loeb, "Joker hit another bank."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I guess I was gonna need to make myself another cup of coffee. I grabbed the mug off my desk and headed to the coffee pot in the hall. "You have to be kidding, Wilson," I whined. I poured myself another cup of the blackish brown liquid and took a long swallow from it.

The silence on the other end told me that he wasn't, but that he also didn't want to tell me the horrible truth.

I swore. "Do you need me to come down?"

"Nah," he said. "I just wanted to let you know. I'll fax the report once we get it put together."

I ran my hand down my ponytail. "All right. I'm gonna call up a good friend and see if he can help." I suddenly realized the need for Batman in these cases. He seemed to have more resources than we did, and he could quite possibly help us catch this psycho.

"Don't get yourself into too much trouble, Al," he laughed. "Wait for the fax, and see ya in the morning'." He hung up. Thank God for cops like Wilson in this town. We needed more cops like him.

I took another drink of coffee as I slid the phone back into its compartment on my waist. I walked back to my office and grabbed my coat. I had no idea how long I was going to have to wait up on the small roof of our unit. I refilled my coffee on the way up the stairs. I climbed the last flight of stairs and opened the door. I was greeted by a gust of cold wind. I flipped on the floodlight and watched the circle of light shine on the darkness. I pushed myself up onto the edge of the wall and waited. As I sipped at my coffee and pulled my jacket closer, I hoped that he would eventually show up.

Just as I was about to give up and head inside, "Sergeant."

I landed on the hard concrete and walked over. "I need your help."

He stood like a statue silhouetted by the dim street lamp in the alley behind us. "I figured that." He nodded towards the floodlight.

I figured that now that he was here, I could probably turn off the lamp. I pulled the lever down, and the only real light that we had died away. "The Joker hit again tonight."

He nodded. "I saw the sirens."

"You didn't make a scene, did you?" I wondered.

I got a low and gravelly chuckle from him. "No, but I wonder why I find you here, and not there."

Fully valid question. "The officer that's running the case is on our side, and he said that he didn't need me. He just wanted to let me know."

He nodded in understanding. "So, Sergeant, what exactly do you need or want?"

I sighed. "I think that it would a good thing if we could somehow track the money. I don't know how yet, but if he is working for the mob, or drug dealers, we could arrest them on probable cause and test the money." I thought that it was rather genius, but his silence had me doubting myself.

After a few minutes, I could tell that it wasn't my idea that had him silent, it was the wheels in his head. Even in the dim light, I could almost see them spinning.

I, myself, began to think about how it would be possible. I knew that this was wrong, but if it worked for the bad guys, why not us? "Here's a suggestion: you know the drug dealers sometimes lace their drugs with their own little thing to make it their own."

He caught on fast. "Lace the money with something."

I smiled. "Exactly." Next problem, "What do we lace it with?"

Again, he pondered. "I wouldn't use a drug, because that's just a disaster waiting to happen."

"Agreed." I yawned. Gosh, I was tired. I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and put it on my wrist. My wavy, dark brown hair fell to my shoulders. Yeah, it was different than what I would normally do, but I felt comfortable around him, despite his dark battiness. "Is there anything that wouldn't be a disaster waiting to happen?" I drank some more of my coffee.

He looked at it ravenously.

I held the cup out to him. "Want some?"

He shook his head. The wheels in his head began to spin again.

I waited. I was exhausted, and my brain was done working for the day. I leaned against the wall and looked at my watch. I couldn't read it in the dim light, so I pressed the light button: 11:15. I really should call it a night, but there was something, didn't know what, that kept me awake. Something that wouldn't let me go home.

He finally spoke. "I can't think of anything right now." He walked the edge of the roof. "I will be back with an answer, and hopefully a solution."

I turned around. "I just hope that this works." I stared into the void where our signal had just been. I heard a whoosh and spun around. He was gone. Typical. I walked back down the stairs to my level. I checked the fax machine, flipped through the pictures, stuck it into a file, and tossed it onto my desk. I turned off the desk lamp and computer and headed home.

Okay, it's a little shorter than I would have liked, also I was going to introduce Harvey in this chapter, but no. That'll have to be next chapter. Review and hopefully, I'll get another chapter up tonight, possibly tomorrow.