If someone were to tell me that commissioner gordon would be standing in my living room at 3 a clock in the morning informing that he would be shaking up in my apartment for the next 8 months as a hideout—telling me I have no say in the matter— Well, I wouldn't be surprised.
And, especially that it's happening right now…
Commissioner Gordon becoming my new roommate, but that's another story. My life has been far too quiet, meaning something ridiculous was bound to happen…
"Miss Letcher, are you alright?" The sound of his impatient voice pulled me from my hectic thoughts.
I focused, clearing my vision. I realized I completely zoned out as he stood before me, giving me the low down of everything. But, I dfristed off after hearing something about government matters— or something like that? I nodded, "Yes, Commissioner. I Apologize."
"Here are the legal documents, requiring your consent—- and do not forget to sign the last page." He goes to hand me a black folder, his tired eyes telling me I have no choice in the matter.
"Bring an extension!" His men moved quick, coming in and out with computers, cameras and other shit I didn't, walking around us as they set up their equipment on the dining room table. in the a matter of 20 minutes It looked like the computer hacking headquarters. So, yeah. I guess I really don't have a choice in the matter.
I'm not even getting paid!
As I stood before him with my bed hair and way too tight pajama pants, I nodded and snatched the folder from his hand, rather abruptly actually. I could tell by the slight raise of his brow he was not expecting the attitude. Oh, well. How would you feel mister commissioner if someone woke you up from your delicious slumber, informing you that some commissioner will be your new roommate and you have no say so!?
"Lucky me…" I sighed, annoyed. I opened the folder to see quite a few of government issued documents stating all the bullsit and more bullshit.
"Here." I hear him say, right before a fancy black metal pen slides onto the folder with ease.
I bite my tongue, and nod.
I sign every document in my messy signature, feeling him eye me the whole time with impatience, and slight judgement of my penmanship. Finally, I finish. close the folder and hand it to him.
"Commissioner—how long will you—-"
"—-Alright—Let's get going—" He turns around to leave, ignoring my question, completely.
I blink, a little offended but too embarrassed to carry on with my question.
I watch as his men make there way out the door, leaving just him and I alone.
"Miss Letcher," he looks over his shoulder at me, "Do not touch any of the equipment." He nods, flashing a polite smile before following out the door with the rest of his men.
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