Author's notes: For those who read the last chapter and were shocked by the identity of the Ninth Doctor's companion's identity, yes she is one of Clara Oswald's echoes. I am pursuing to write her to act as the Clara we know, but to seem like a different person, so that when the people who have survived to The Dark Knight And The Doctor won't recognize her as the same person. And also the Doctor first consciously met Clara in the Dalek Asylum, where he was 300 years older than here. Basically connecting the dots from a memory that far ago would make this Clara-echo, or Clarissa, a total OC who could be connected to Clara only by the little, unnoticeable things.


Eavesdropping

The TARDIS landed to an alley between buildings. The Doctor took a glance at his new companion and caught her about just walk out the doors.

''Oy! Where do you think you're going!?''

''Outside, you said we'd have moved from the mountains to America,'' Clarissa answered stopping what she was about to do. ''I wanna see it.''

''Dressed like that?'' the Doctor said pointing at her TSA uniform. ''We're miles away from any airports, people are gonna ask questions.''

''Oh,'' Clarissa said looking at her cloths.

''There is wardrobe through there,'' the Doctor told Clarissa pointing to a door way out of the console-room. ''First left, second right, third on the right, go straight ahead, under the stairs, pass the bins, fifth door on your right.''

''Are you gonna change?'' Clarissa asked walking past the Doctor. ''I mean, a waist-coat with leather jacket is a bit…''

The Doctor looked down his clothes and snorted. He threw the leatherjacket to one of the chairs around the console, loosed the waist-coat and put the leather jacket back on.

''I'll change the jumper later,'' he said walking back to the doors and looked out. ''If I'm not back by the end of your private fashion show, find me from that building we're across from.''


The Doctor stepped out and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the lock, locking it from anyone else but him to open. Thought Clarissa could come out when she was ready, she'd need him to get back inside. The Doctor walked across the street, to the city hall. He assumed that if the flowers had arrived to Gotham, there ought to be something about them in public records. If that effort were to turn out un-fruitful, he could always eavesdrop on people.

As the Doctor crossed the street, he bumped in to a man whose face was covered in the shadows under his hood and cap. Neither man said anything to each other, to apologize or to pick up a fight. They just shrugged off and walked away, the hooded man to a phone booth and the Doctor inside the city hall.

"Doctor Crane!'' the Doctor heard a woman's voice calling out and saw a woman in public servant's clothes approaching a man in grey blue suit, a sweater and thin, white rimmed glasses.

''Aw, Ms. Dawes,'' Dr. Crane said, keeping himself walking with Ms. Dawes following him.

''How is it that a man who butchers people for mob, doesn't belong to a jail?'' Ms. Dawes asked, while the Doctor twitched at her question and the fact there was such a man like that not sent to prison.

''Well, I might have testified against that if that were the case, Ms. Dawes'' Dr. Crane replied, walking and not even looking at her.

''This is the third of Falcone's thugs you have declared insane and moved in to your asylum,'' Ms. Dawes said stopping him from walking and the conversation carried on as they stood and the Doctor listened.

''Well, I have worked often on organized crime, must have grown an affection on the insane,'' Dr. Crane said and pursued to keep on going.

''Or the corrupt,'' Ms. Dawes shot back and Dr. Crane stopped again.

But instead of beginning an argument, he looked across the hall and called out some one.

''Mr. Finch! I think you should check with Ms. Dawes here, what implications your office authorizes her to make,'' Dr. Crane said calmly as another man in a suit came by. ''If any.''

The Doctor watched between Ms. Dawes and the approaching Mr. Finch, and assumed they we're the Assistant District Attorney and the District Attorney. Comparing his own clothes to theirs, the Doctor decided that if he was ever gonna wear a suit it would be too soon.

''What are you doing, Rachel?'' Mr. Finch asked his assistant as Dr. Crane walked away.

''What are you doing, Carl?'' Ms. Dawes asked back, making the Doctor question their first name bases.

''Looking out for you,'' Mr. Finch said pulling her aside, outside the Doctor hearing area.

The Doctor shook his head and look outside. The hooded man was still there looking to the city hall from the open phone booths. At first the Doctor assumed he was looking at him, but soon realized he was looking at Ms. Dawes, giving Mr. Finch a kiss on the cheek. Office romance, the Doctor assumed and looking back to the hooded man, he saw him turning away, leaving.

Not trying to understand what kind of love triangle was going on, the Doctor walked to a corridor in the city hall, where the signs said the public records were. On his way he overheard another conversation.

''No more favors,'' a voice the Doctor recognized as Dr. Crane, coming from an office.

''Hey, hey, you scratch my back I scratch yours,'' another voice said, with American-Italian accent. ''I bring you the shipments.''

''Shipments?'' the Doctor replied shocked. Taking interest in the conversation, he pulled a stethoscope from his pocket and started to listen in.

''We pay you for that,'' Dr. Crane's voice said.

''Yeah well maybe I want more than just money,'' American-Italian said.

''I know more than well that you're not intimidated by me, Mr. Falcone,'' Dr. Crane said, naming who he was talking to and the Doctor was shocked to hear Crane was talking to the man whose thugs he had been bailing out. ''But you know who I'm working for, and when he gets here-''

''He!? He's coming to Gotham?'' Mr. Falcone said surprised.

''Yes he is,'' Dr. Crane continued, ''and when he gets here, he is not gonna want to hear how you have been endangering our operation, just to get your thugs out of a little jail time.''

''So what do you want?'' Falcone asked after a short silence.

''There's a girl in the DA's office,'' Dr. Crane said, reminding the Doctor of Ms. Dawes and her previous attack on him about the murderous thug.

''We can bribe her,'' Falcone said, to which the Doctor shook his head. There was no way that woman was going to be bribed.

''Not this one,'' Dr. Crane said, agreeing with the Doctor.

''An idealist, ha,'' Mr. Falcone replied, ''we have our ways for that.''

''I don't wanna know,'' Dr. Crane said.

''And neither do I,'' the Doctor said pulling the stethoscope off and put it back to his pockets as he walked away.

No need for public records, eavesdropping had proven to be much more reliable. The flowers were coming to Gotham through Mr. Falcone and he was bringing them to Dr. Crane, but for what? What we're they going to do with the infected flowers? If they were planning to use them for drug market, that would have been a very bad idea. With them already infected with the Daleks' weapon from the Time War, drug dealers would eventually run out of customers, which would have been a good thing, if they wouldn't be dead.


Standing outside city hall next to the TARDIS, the Doctor watched as Mr. Falcone walked out. To find the flowers, the Time Lord had to follow the mobster to them and make sure they were all destroyed. Clarissa was still changing clothes, which was understandable when considered the size of the TARDIS's wardrobe. But she had better hurry up if they were to shadow Mr. Falcone.

''About time,'' the Doctor said as Clarissa came out and he turned to look at her. ''Blimey!''

Clarissa was wearing some of his previous companions' old clothes. She had Ace's old jacket, Peri's skirt with Susan's shirt and Mel's boots with some stockings. She had even put her hair like Ace had.

''Not too much?'' Clarissa asked smiling and posing like a model.

''Fine,'' The Doctor said, ''considering.''

''Considering what?'' Clarissa asked bothered from criticism.

''That you're human,'' the Doctor said turning back to watch Mr. Falcone. ''Come on, we have a mobster to follow.''


Mr. Falcone walked some blocks to a small bar and sat down to a table. The Doctor and Clarissa followed him there and took a table from a considerable length from the mobster. They also ordered some burgers not to seem strange just by sitting there. On their way there, the Doctor had used his sonic screwdriver to bluejack Mr. Falcone's mobile, and so listened to his calls. At the bar they were now, he was supposed to meet with someone named Flass.

''What is it that you're so interested about those flowers?'' Clarissa asked while they waited for Mr. Falcone's guest to arrive.

''Long story,'' the Doctor replied.

''We have time.''

''It's complicated.''

''You can tell me.''

''Really complicated.''

''I'm not stupid!'' Clarissa said, not too loud but enough to point that she was annoyed with the Doctor's behavior.

The Doctor turned to face Clarissa, who looked like hybrid of his past companions, with her only individual look being her face, which was now mixed with anger, curiosity and some sort of sympathy. Also, what she looked like, reminded him of the time before his previous incarnation and the life before he was the last of his kind.

''I'm an alien from another planet,'' the Doctor said in a sad, deep voice that couldn't be heard from other tables, which were pretty much empty. ''A planet, that no longer exists. I'm the last of my people.''

''What happened?'' Clarissa asked, believing him and showing more sympathy.

''There was a war, the Last Great Time War. The final battle between my people and another race that wanted to destroy everything that wasn't like them. In the end both sides destroyed each other, but during the war, the Daleks', our enemies dropped a weapon to Earth.''

The Doctor pulled out the blue flower he had shown Clarissa in Himalayas.

''It fell to the exact spot where these are growing and during all the years, decades and centuries, they have evolved to become a kind of psychotic when they are smelled or worse, inhaled.''

The Doctor put the flower back into his pocket.

''That's why I have to find them and destroy them, before they can do any damage to the people of your planet. I'm the only survivor of that war, it is my responsibility to make sure it won't affect a third party.''

Clarissa looked at the Doctor's mourning face, probably trying to think of something to say to him, to comfort him. Before she could, the Doctor saw a fat man with greased and curly hair and unsanitary clothes approaching and sitting into Mr. Falcone's table. As he sat down, the Doctor caught a glance of a police badge in his belt. This must have been Flass, who apparently was a dirty cop.

''I need you at the docs, Wednesday,'' Mr. Falcone's voice said in headphones the Doctor and Clarissa were wearing linked to the sonic.

''You expecting trouble?'' Flass' relaxed voice asked, before the headphones started to give static.

''What happened?'' Clarissa asked as the Doctor gave the sonic a few taps against the table. ''Okay, it's back now.''

''I heard you were having some trouble with the DA's office,'' Flass said, ''and I heard that if someone were to take care of it, they would be… well paid off.''

''What's your point?'' Mr. Falcone asked with annoyance echoing from his voice.

''Have you even seen the girl?'' Flass asked relaxed and the pupils in the Doctor's eyes grew from shock. ''I mean, don't you think taking out some her would be… too much?''

''They are going to kill the Assistant DA,'' the Doctor whispered to Clarissa.

''Never underestimate Gotham City,'' Mr. Falcone said, with his voice turning cynical and evil. ''People getting robbed, every day of the week. Sometimes… things just go bad.''


Author's notes: Small cameos from Bruce Wayne, who the Doctor didn't recognize. Also these scenes here, I'm not sure if thy happened in the movie during the same day, but during all of them, Bruce was dressed as a drifter.

That how I wrote Clara, or Clarissa, here, I based on how she appeared as echoes in the Doctor's timeline in different clothes and the clothes she wears are supposed to make her look like Ninth Doctor's sidekick, with black and some dark colored clothes. Or like she was shown trying to save/warn the Seventh Doctor in The Name Of The Doctor, where she had pretty much dressed up like Ace.

As for now... REVIEW... CREATIVELY! And next will be some time killing before the Batman makes his first appearance at the docs. Or mayby that happens right away. Time is not the Doctor's boss.