Chapter Eight
Barbara Gordon jogged lazily up the steps to the Gotham City Police Department. She wore her pink track shorts with yellow top and Red-Line brand running shoes. Her goal: the National Crime Database. She could easily hack it from her apartment, but that would raise suspicion, and breaking into police headquarters was out. It would be far better for it to come from inside the GCPD than out.
The absolute only way was to pretend to want to see her father, Commissioner James Gordon.
She knew her father was a busy man, he hardly ever slept, was rarely home, (they shared a three story flat), and he never had a social life. Her mother was an alcoholic and was consistently in rehab.
She would just tell him she had wanted to go for a run and decided to stop by for a chat.
She met Officer Montoya at the elevator. "Renee," she said, "so good to see you."
"Hi, Barb," Renee replied. "You look like you've done 100 laps around Gotham Speedway. It's hot out, why would you want to run?"
"Need the exercise," Barbara said. "You know me, gotta watch my weight."
"Girl, if there's one thing you do not need to do, it's to watch your weight." The elevator dinged. Barbara stepped in with Renee behind her. "I find the sweat really appealing," Renee said just under her breath. Barbara smiled, knowing that was meant just for her to hear. She had always suspected Renee's sexual orientation, but she also knew that Renee had dated men in the past, too.
"So what brings you to GCPD?" Renee asked, trying to clear the air.
Exiting the elevator, she made her way through the bullpen to her father's office.
"Thought I'd pop in on dad," Barbara said. "See what's up in the "Vigilante" world."
Renee chuckled. "Still have a hankering to meet the Batman, I see," she said.
"Of Course," Barbara said. Knocking on the door, she called: "Hello?" Then to Renee: "I might need some pointers."
There was a pregnant pause, then laughter between the two women.