Chapter Nine
"Barbara?" her father asked. "What brings you in here on such a glorious day?"
"I was going to have a little run, and thought I'd pop in for a bit," she said. She waived at Renee before closing the door. "How's work?"
Gordon tapped some files together on his desk. "Same ol' drudgery, sweetie," he said. "There's not much new in crime these days. Petty thieves and all; like the good old days."
Barbara chuckled. "Yeah, but you love it," she smiled. "Police work to you is like some kind of mantra, isn't it? You can't survive without it." She sat down and propped her feet on the desk. "Any new stories about Gotham's secret vigilante?"
"Nothing you haven't already heard."
At that moment, Detective Bullock walked in followed closely by Officer Montoya. "Jim, we got word that Gamble, the Falcone snitch, was just iced over on Twenty-third," he said. "You wanna ride along?"
"Sure. I'm sorry, sweetie, but I gotta run. Why not make yourself at home, and I'll be back in a couple, O.K.?"
'What luck is this?' Barbara thought. "Sure thing, Dad, I'll be fine."