Book Two: Chaos

Chapter 13

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"You'll need a date for my wedding." Sue said that night as we left the restaurant.

"I don't think I'll need a date." I shook my head.

"Do you have a boyfriend already?" I smirked at her question.

"Actually, yes. And his name is Christian Bale."

"Who?" She asked confused.

"Never mind." It's annoying to live in a world where the very actor who's portrayed Bruce Wayne is inexistent. Annoying.

"Look, it wasn't actually a suggestion. It was an order." Sue continued. "I don't want you to show up with a gun or alone."

"Are you getting married tomorrow?" I asked her suddenly stopping near the car.

"Of course not." She scoffed.

"Then we still got time for the date thing." I retorted.

The seizure operations was a large one. We parted in five teams and seized the five banks at the same time. With my bullets proof vest I walked to the receptionist with the SWAT teams on my heels and the warrant in hands. She called the manager, he lead us to the safe in which the mob money were stored. He opened it. The SWAT team entered first and I followed my gun in hands.

The first detail that I was able to change was actually this. Lau was not able to move the money in time. I'm not sure that he was still in the country. But at least we won't need him to get all the mob bosses behind bars until they bail themselves out. I wondered if Harvey would still use the RICO strategy. For those who are a bit confused as to what the RICO strategy is. Well, it's that if you can charge one of the conspirators of a big association with one felony, you can charge all of them with it. Anyway there was no one to stop us from seizing the money and doing our job.

We packed the money and charged them all in the SWAT truck before taking all the money back to the MCU building. When you succeed in doing something good. You feel satisfaction, it's exhilarating and it feels good. Of course, I didn't think that the Joker might still have his meeting with the mob bosses. Convincing and getting them to pay him to eliminate Batman. At this point, I was just celebrating the fact that we won one battle against the mob bosses. It doesn't happen a lot.

It might seem to you the plot here is advancing faster than in the original movie. That the trial will happen soon and we'll get to have them behind bars. Because we have the money after all, what's stopping us from arresting them, right? Well, for starters, we're gonna need another kind of warrants to arrest them but Harvey still need to convince the judge to sign those warrants for him. Actually, you're right it doesn't take much time.

There was still another problem. Everyone in this town is bought and paid for. Nothing stays a secret far too long. Except maybe Batman's true identity. The Joker is getting closer day by day, I know that at some point I will get to meet him. Somehow, I'm confused. I'm looking forward to meet the craziest and the most psychopathic villains of all time. And at the same time, I'm fearing it. Because, you know. The Joker is the Joker and he's unpredictable. And so many things can happen. And since, things are already starting to change, I fear the worse.

I was currently following Bruce through the Wayne building. We both entered the lift. "I thought we were meeting up for a cup of coffee." I started.

"It's better than a cup of coffee." Bruce answered shoving his hands into his pocket.

"What? Two cups of coffee?" I replied.

"Correct me, if I'm wrong. But aren't you the one who wanted to see Lucius' workshop?" Bruce asked me smirking.

"That's where you're taking me? To Lucius' workshop?" I couldn't help the smile that threatened to split my face in two. "Awesome! Oh, am I gonna get a glimpse of your new project, too?"

"It's not today's program." Bruce answered as the elevator ding and the doors opened.

Alright, first time in the Wayne Tower and there's nothing more impressive than that. It doesn't get more impressive, well, for now. The room we were walking in, was large and the window were huge. It's almost as if there was no walls at all. As if it was a giant big transparent cube but really it isn't. The room was bare, except for the lonely desk of the secretary. The glass doors behind her led to Lucius' office where he was actually. As we approached his secretary. She looked up at us and told that Mr. Fox was expecting us.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Sanders." Lucius greeted me.

"The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Fox." I smiled at him. "Where's the new suit?"

I stepped in Lucius' workshop with my mouth hanging open. How not to? It was large, with spotlights on the ceiling, marbled columns in the entire room. It was just impressive and amazing and awesome. I let out a soft chuckle after I squealed in delight. I jumped up and down before slapping Bruce lightly on the arm.

"That's just amazing." I grinned madly.

"Happy to oblige." Bruce chuckled softly.

"Before we see the new suit…" Lucius said smiling as he gestured us to follow him. He took a little device that looked like a phone out of a drawer. "I had a R&D work it up. Send out a high-frequency pulse records the response time for mapping an environment." I took it from Lucius' hands. "Now, I'm curious. Why did you request it, Miss Sanders?"

"It's better if you don't know yet." I replied. "Plus, I hope that we won't have to use it."

"Well, I must say that I am used to unusual requests but a sonar device? That's a first." Lucius retorted.

"And it won't be the last." I smiled at him. He led us to another drawer. "Is that his new suit?"

Lucius nodded. "Hardened Kevlar plates over titanium-dipped tri-weave fibers for flexibility." Bruce grabbed one of the plates. "You'll be lighter, faster, more agile." Some dark blades came out of the planed and lodged themselves in the drawers behind us. "Perhaps you should read the instructions first?"

"Yeah, Bruce, read the instructions first." I repeated smirking at him.

"There is a tradeoff." Lucius continued. "Separation of the plates makes you more vulnerable to knives and gunfire."

"We wouldn't wanna make things too easy, now, would we?" Bruce said to him. "How will it hold up against dogs?"

"We're talking Rottweilers or Chihuahua?" Lucius countered. Bruce made a small grimace. "Should do fine against cats?"

I couldn't help but snort a bit at that. I clapped my hands. "Now about this new project? How is it going?"

"Nice try, Emma." Bruce cut in before Lucius could answer me. "Thank you, Lucius." Bruce smiled at the man steering me to the lift.

"Come on!" I whined. "Tell me what is it?"

Sue was serious about me having a date for her wedding. So serious that she went to the extent to organize blind dates for me. I had a few already but none of them were really interesting and it was prior to the arrivals of Bruce and Batman in town. It didn't stop her from making me go to a blind date, tonight. His name was Dean Wesson, a pediatrician, 29 years old and a really good financial situation. He was cute for sure, I mean handsome but it wasn't…You know how people speak of first meeting, they felt something great, something wonderful. A sort of spark that made your heart flutter, your toes curl or gave you butterflies in your stomach. Well, I didn't feel it. I didn't feel that spark; I didn't have this moment.

He had good conversations, great even. He didn't seem put off by my weirdness or my job. He was kind, gentle, funny and smart. We had the kind of talk that usually get you to know someone better. I started to think that maybe there was something wrong with me for not feeling that spark that makes you like someone. I mean there was nothing wrong with him. So why couldn't like him? I did appreciate him or maybe I did like him. But not in the way you like a potential boyfriend or date. Maybe it was just the fact that I watched too many chick flicks. You know the kind that tells you what you think you want but you don't really need.

"How long have you been in Gotham?" Dean asked me.

"About eight years." I replied.

"Where did you live before?"

"Oh, uh, didn't really stay in a place too long. It was easier that way." I answered.

"You're the 'no strings attached' kinda girl, uh?" Dean hummed.

"It was more of a trust issue than anything else." I retorted. "But I got people in this town now, so I can't exactly leave."

"So, you're here for the long run?"

"Pretty much." I said taking my glass before sipping from it.

"Why did you choose to be a cop?" He continued asking.

"Well…" I didn't know what to answer to that one. I mean should I say the truth or lie to him? I settled for the second one. "…I just wanted to help people. Do something good, you know." I shrugged.

I was able to steer the conversation away from the job topics. Why would I lie to him? You may ask. Well, because of a little something called shame. How can I tell that I used to be homeless? That I didn't become a cop out of the goodness of my heart but only because that was the only way I wanted to thank Gordon for his help. He didn't need to know that. Plus, it's not like I was really going to date him. Like I said, he might be great guy and I could see that he was a great guy but I didn't feel that spark. That little something that would actually push me to find out how things might turn out between us.

I stepped in the bunker with my heels in my hands. Alfred was sitting in front of the screens with his glasses on. "You're still here?"

"Ah, Miss Sanders, the question would be what are you doing here at such a late hour?" Alfred smiled at me. "And so beautifully dressed?"

"Sue set up a date for me. She wants me to have a plus one for her wedding." I said closing the distance between us. I pulled a chair and sat next to him. "I didn't want to get home to tell her about my date. At least, not yet."

"It didn't go well, I suppose." Alfred deduced.

"Oh, no! It was great. It's just…" I trailed off not really knowing what was wrong.

"What was wrong?" Alfred questioned me.

"There was no chemistry." I finally said. "He was great but I just didn't feel it."

"Know Miss Sanders that Chemistry is not always synonym of Love." Alfred said wisely. "Sometimes love comes with time."

"You think I should give him another chance?" I asked him unsure.

"What I think, Miss Sanders, is that you came here after your date." Alfred said with a knowing smile. He rested a hand on my knee as I frowned up at his words. What was that supposed to mean? "Love is a complicated matter, Miss Sanders. The oldest mystery in the world."

Harvey was filling up his file so The judge Surillo could sue the mob's leader. I, on the other hand, was trying to find a way to stop the death of the latter, Commissioner Loeb and Harvey Dent. I didn't know how I'd be able to do something like that but I sure find a way. That implies that I won't be able to attend to Bruce's fundraise party for Dent. The only solution that came to mind was to let more people in on the secret but that was probably out of the question and too risky. I know though what trap to avoid. Not let the Judge drive her own car, not let Loeb drink his favorite alcohol and I knew Bruce will get Dent. But once that detail would be changed what will happen? Only time can tell.

I sat at my desk trying to find a way to counter the Joker's evil plan without raising the suspicion of the man when Gordon came out of his office with a satisfied smile on. "Sanders, Stephens, let's have some lunch." Stephens and I exchanged a look. I shrugged before I took my jacket and followed them out of the building.

Judge Surillo has delivered the warrant to arrest all the mob bosses and since we knew where they were. We went to pick them up. We stepped in the small restaurant, they were watching the television. Harvey was giving an interview. "Our boy looks good on the tube." Gordon said to Maroni and the Chenchen.

"That he does." I smirked taking my cuffs out of my waistband.

"You sure you wanna embarrass me in front of my friends, lieutenant?" Maroni asked my boss.

"Oh, don't worry. They're coming too."

"Wouldn't want you to feel alone, Mr. Maroni." I said walking up to him. I hissed him up, brought his hands in his back and cuffed him. "Told you I'd be leading you to jail." Maroni just scoffed.

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