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Morning came after Dad's encounter. I walked into work with my wet hair pulled back in my typical ponytail. I was wearing just a simple pair of docker pants and an oxford shirt. My gun and badge sat on my belt at my waist. I tossed my messenger bag at the bottom of my desk in my office and closed the door. I logged into my computer and began to file paperwork when there was a knock on the window in my door. I looked up and saw my dad. He had this look on his face. It was his typical look. It's hard to describe; sort of a "Hurry up/ I'm listening" look. He did it all the time, even if he wasn't talking to a witness, but I got it a lot. I got up and opened the door.
"Morning, Sarg," I greeted warmly.
He handed me a cup of coffee. "Morning, Detective." We laughed.
"Anything I can do other than paperwork?" I asked hopefully. I hated doing paperwork, but it was part of the job that I loved. The thing that I sadly liked about Gotham, was that I didn't have to do a lot of paperwork since I was out in the field most of the time.
He cracked a smile, but didn't say anything. He didn't get a chance. His cell phone rang. "Gordon." Silence. "Shit!" He slammed his fist on my desk. "You're kidding me?....Fine." He hung up. I just stared at him. "Crane dubbed another mob shooter insane and took him to Arkham. The guy was soo not insane."
"I don't know about this Crane guy, Dad. I don't think the guys he brings to Arkham are actually doing jail time. He's up to somethin'. I just don't know what." I sat down.
"I know," Dad soothed. "We'll get him…eventually." He smiled and hit the doorframe lightly as he headed out.
I leaned back in my chair and stretched. I bent back over my desk and begun to work on sorting and filing and filling out paperwork. So much paperwork. By the end of the day, I had probably gone through over 50 pounds of paper. Well, at least my desk was clean and hopefully, I wouldn't have paperwork for a few days. I grabbed my bag, shut off the desk lamp and closed the door to my office as I walked out. I stopped by Dad's office, knocked on the open door and poked my head in.
"Dad, I'm headin' home early. Call me if something comes up?"
He looked up from his paperwork and nodded.
"Dad, you look like you need some sleep. The paper work can wait for the morning. Go home, get dinner and get some sleep, or get some sleep here." I smiled and went home.
I drove home in the dark. On a motorbike, it's a little scary. I opened the door of the apartment and flipped on the lights. I tossed my bag on the floor and put the keys on the table by my door. I walked into the main room and about flew out of my own skin.
Standing in the middle of my apartment was a very tall bat/man. The guy was wearing a freaking batsuit. He had his arms crossed. His dark, blank eyes were set upon me. There was a dark aura about him, but he had this thing about him that I trusted. I couldn't describe it if I tried, but I trusted him. Still, he was a bat/man standing in my apartment. I reached for my phone to call my dad, but then he spoke.
"Don't bother." It was very deep and gruff. "Now, instead of two, we become three, and tell your father, my sign is here." He jumped out of the window and disappeared. I watched him fly off, and then I saw a flood light with a somewhat symbol of a bat coming from the docks.
I dialed my dad at home. "Hello." It was Barbara. "Is Dad there?"
"Hold on, Alex," she said. There was silence. "Hello."
"Dad! I can't believe it!" I pretty much just rambled.
"Al, calm down. Tell me what happened."
"That weirdo that was in your office. The book on bats."
"Sweetie," he tried.
I took a deep breath. "The guy that you were telling me about was at my place. His sign is here."
"What?"
"Look outside." The silence told me that he was looking out a window.
"Yeah, I see it."
"Meet me at the docks." I hung up. I grabbed my coat and a knife. I had no use for it really, but I figured that someone was tied to that spotlight. I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could to the docks. Some patrolmen were all ready there. Dad had apparently called it in. Only problem: people that weren't cops were swarming around. I threw my leg over the bike and set my helmet on the seat. I showed my badge and walked up to the attending officer, until Dad got there.
"What do we have?" I asked the patrolman.
He spun around. "Detective." He blushed.
"Just tell me."
"All of Falcone's men are over there." He gestured to a group of men that were all sitting with rope tied around them. "And Falcone himself." This time he gestured to the spotlight. Falcone was tied with arms spread wide and both his feet tied to the bottom. He had some sort of fabric draped on him that made it look like bat wings. Figured.
Dad had apparently gotten there because I could hear the patrolman greet him. "What do we got, Alex?" he said as he came up behind me.
"Falcone and cronies." I turned around and smiled.
"They say some sorta bat did it," the patrolman added.
I gave the "I told you so" look.
He shrugged. "Cut him down."
I pulled out my knife and sliced the feet and then the arms. I turned just in time to see Dad get in his car and go home. I sighed and stepped down from the light. "I'm gonna look around," I told the patrolman. I walked away from the crowd into the all the cargo bins. It was weird feeling so I pulled out my gun just in case. Granted, I did have awesome combat skills, but guns were still preferable. I turned a corner and got my gun taken by black-gloved hands. I threw my foot up to make a kick. He blocked it and came into the light. It was that bat thing again.
"Surveying your handiwork?"
He just stood there.
"Don't make me get them over here." I was talking about the patrolmen, and he knew it. Still didn't faze him.
"I took out all of Falcone's men, and yes, they had guns, by myself. What do you think is going to happen to your men?"
I stared at him through narrowed eyes. "At least give me my gun back," I ordered.
"Do you trust me?"
I shook my head. "What the Hell does that have to with anything?"
"I need to know if you trust me."
Fine, if we were going to play games, "Do you trust me?"
"Only if you trust me."
"Just give me my damn gun." I held out my hand.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes! Now, give me my gun."
"Answer honestly."
I wanted to punch this guy in the face. I didn't have time for games. Well, I actually did, but that wasn't the point. "Fine. It's too early to tell. Can I have my gun?"
Apparently, he liked my answer because he handed the gun back to me.
I holstered it and when I turned back, he was gone. "Swell," I mumbled. "Houston, we have a mad-bat on the loose." I laughed at my stupidity. I walked back to my bike and rode home.
Okay, I actually liked how that turned out. Review guys. I may have another chapter up tomorrow. Hopefully, I will. So there's that chapter. A few more chapters of Batman Begins, and then I may have a bridge chapter before The Dark Knight! WOOHOO! Don't get too excited because I go back to school on the 5th. So, the flow of chapters will slow down.