Lunch With Dana
Author's Note: Well, I have to thank my lovely muse Silverquickstar from stopping me from pulling the trigger on this story. She revived it at its darkest hour so thanks girl, I owe you big -. Anyhow the midnight oil is burning for all of you fans of this fic so I present to you another chapter and I will try to update daily. Enjoy and as always if you don't review, your a shrew and nobody like shrews...unless its a pokemon' lol. sorry im shutting up now...
Dana sat at the table in one of the most exclusice resturaunt in Gotham. All around her was buisness men and wealthy people dining and enjoying thier social status over plate of rich food and expensive wines. Just by taking a few glances around the establishment she could recognize several men and women who were involved in shady buisness dealings that ranged from tax invasion to murder. She had several undercover cops placed in the mix looking for proof but so far she had come up empty handed.
Who said being the commissioner didn't have its perks? she thought to herself with a smirk, bringing her glass of water up to her lips and taking a small sip.
Her smirk turned into a full blown and she spotted Terry being led by a maitre' over to her table. Even from a distance she could see several diners nod in respect as he breezed by. Terry demanded a certain amount of respect. He had been so young when he had taken control of Wayne's corporation and he had managed to turn the already prospering buisness into a more lucrative one. For three years in a row Terry had been boted by Gotham's magazine as the sexiest buisness man alive and starring at him now she had to admit they weren't embellishing in the least bit. He was wearing tailored black slacks with a designer midnight blue collored shirt that had was left opened at the collar revealing a flash of his taunt tan chest.
High school seemed like a entirely diffrent life time ago. She had dated Terry and while the relationship had never really gotten off the ground she remained good friends with him over the years. She was still attracted to him, but what red blooded female in Gotham wasn't? Thier relationship for the most part had been platonic. Dana wasn't a big fan of Melonie's so she tended to keep her distance to advoid any confontation with the blonde dreadlocked heiress.
"Hey Ter? How have you been?" she asked after they exchanged a hug.
"I've been better. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me," he murmered.
She shrugged his thanks off with a sweet smile.
"I always have time to do favors for an old friend. So what can I do for you? Is there someone in the company suspected of piracy? I assumed that the matter was serious for you to meet me in an exclusive place like this," she said before gingerly biting into her salad.
Terry moved his chair closer to hers so that they wouldn't be over heard.
"Yes, it's a rather discreet matter, but it has nothing to do with my company and everything to do with who i use to be a couple of years ago," he said cryptically.
Dana nodded. Terry had confessed his secret to her a year after she had became Commissioner. Strangely Dana hadn't been entirely shocked by his secret idenity. It explained alot of why he was always never around. He had told her because he someone had been sending threatning letters to his home.
Someone had found out his idenity as Batman and was planning to exploit it and he had enlisted her help in tracking down his black mailer. She blushed lightly as she remember the nights they had spent together scowering the city. Apparently during that time he hadn been getting along with Melonie and they had been on a stake out on top of the roof of an abandoned warehouse rooftop when he had stolen a kiss. It hadn't led to anything more, but she had once wished it had.
Turns out the black mailer had been the mother of the kid who had seen his face a few years back when he had been batman. She had been addicted to drugs and had been looking for a quick way to make money. Dana had taken care of the matter quietly and had managed to protect Terry's secret something he always thanked her for everytime he saw her.
"You have another blackmailer?" she asked worried.
He shook his head causing some of his dark raven hair to fall into his deep blue beautiful eyes. Dana fought the urge to reach over and push the hair out of his face.
"Not a black mailer. More like a little pink haired accomplice thief. I had a break in at the mansion right before I called you. At the time it happened I was talking with Max. Two of the suits are missing. The old one and the new one I had made two years ago," he started.
She frowned as she paused in eating her lunch. She was truthfully starving, but Terry's story was getting intriguing. She hadn't spoken or seen Max in ten years and she missed her. Max had always been a close friends of hers and Terry through high school and while she later learned that Max and Terry had gotten physical once she didnt resent eithier of them for it. To be honest she had only wanted Terry to be happy and if it was with Max then she was happy for them, but a rumored falling out had the misfortune of placing Terry in the gold digging clutches of Melonie and had driven Max away from Gotham. She had never got the full story of what actually went down and suspected she never would. Dana would have much rathered seen Terry with Max then Melonie for the simple fact that she thought Melonie was a shady person. She cleared her throat forcing her self to focus on the matter at hand.
"You think Max had something to do with a break in? Why would she do that? I mean it's obvious you two had a falling out but I dont think she would be vindictive enought to steal the suits to get back at you, would she?" she asked frowning.
Terry smiled.
"That's what I need to find out. I need you to help me find her," he explained.
"Should I bring her in for questioning?"
"I can't have her admitting to stealing something that might compropmise my past idenity. I just need you to locate her and I'll take care of her personally," he said vaguely.
A comfortable silence fell between them as Dana finished off the rest of her lunch with a thoughtful expression on her face obviously mulling over what he had just told her.
"So how's work?" he asked casually.
"There has been two more killings since last week. It seems our serial killer is keen on robbing and brutally beating his victims before killing them. The last victim was a woman by the name of Sara alias Marrow. She was founded dead beneath the sewer system where its rumored a ban of misfits reside."
Terry frowned.
He had heard of the killings and how the news were referring to the murders as the most "horrific" in recent years. No forensic evidence were ever found at the scenes of the crime and they had never been a witness.
"Is there any leads?" he inquired.
Dana sighed heavilly.
"There was a witness, Callisto, who said she saw a strange woman flee the seweres after the attack. The victim Sara had been her daughter," she said sadly.
Terry swore softly.
"Terry, I've have captured my share of killers during my time as Comissioner, but this one is diffrent. He is always one step ahead and I fear if we don't catch a break then alot more innocent people are going to die and I feel powerless to stop it," she said frusterated.
Terry reached across the table and squeezed her hand comfortly.
"We really need Batman, and if Max is trying to get someone new to to protect the city I will admit I would be reluctant to stop her," she said quietly.
Her words stung, but he knew she was right. If somebody didn't do something quick then more innocent people would die. Max thought she was doing the right thing, but putting the suit into the hands of some one inexperianced and not ready would be disaterous for the city and it was something he was willing to prevent at all cost.
"Dana, I know the city needs Batman. I will catch this killer. Trust me you rather have me out there tracking her then some rookie looking to play dress up. So will you help me find her?" he asked somberly.
"I will help you and I think I may already have a lead," she murmered.