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Okay, here, my readers, is chapter five of Gotham Knights.

Well, Batman made the front page of Gotham Times, and Commissioner Loeb was any but happy. He called us into his relatively large office, and when I say us, I mean all of Gotham PD. His office may have been the biggest in the precinct, but it didn't fit all of us. Most of the guys were on the floor. Dad and I stood in the door way as Commissioner Loeb ranted about this bat.

"Unacceptable," he ranted. "I don't care if it's rival gangs, guardian angels or the goddamn Salvation Army. Get them off the street, and off the front page."

"They say it was one guy," one of the patrolmen commented, "or thing." There was chuckling from the men around him. Luckily, he was close to me.

I hit his arm. "Shut up."

"Dipping into their own supply. It was just some asshole in a costume." They were chuckling again. I looked over at Dad and he just shrugged. "If it's one guy, that'll make it a lot easier for you, won't it?"

Didn't he take out all of Falcone's men single handedly? It was just a thought. Dad raised his hand. Loeb acknowledged it.

"This guy did deliver us one of the city's biggest crime lords." He had a point. A big point. Loeb didn't like it anyway.

"No one takes the law into their own hands in my city, understand?"

Dad nodded, but I wasn't going accept that.

"We couldn't get anything on him, and now he's in our custody," I countered. I was screwed just by the look on Loeb's face. "Yeah, I get that people, or things, can't just take the law into their own hands, but count your frickin' blessings. We don't have to worry about Falcone anymore."

Loeb opened his mouth to say something. He shut it, opened it again, and then shut it again. "Get out of my office."

I smirked and spun out of his office. I was so fired. I sat down in my office and just laughed. Some of the patrolmen came in a few minutes later to congratulate me on my little stunt. I smiled. Then I saw Dad standing in the doorway.

"Hey, guys, get out." I tilted my head towards Dad. They got it and left.

"Quite the stunt, Alex," he scolded.

I sighed and shrugged. "I wasn't going to let him tell you off."

"Liar."

"Fine," I confessed. "We're the only one's that actually know him, and you had a point."

"So you trust him?"

"I don't know," I answered.

Dad just stared at me.

"Fine," I said. "I guess, I trust him, and besides he gave us Falcone." That was all I had. My little comeback, obnoxious streak had passed.

"Yeah, he did." He came over and sat on my desk. He stared at me. I hated when he did that. He pretty much seemed to know everything when he stared at me like that. "You're not gonna get fired, Al. Don't worry. His bark is worse than his bite. He knows that you're a straight cop, so he won't fire you." I guess my eyes got mischievous. "Don't even think about it."

I laughed. "I won't. Surprisingly, I actually like this job, Dad."

He rolled his eyes. "Hey," he changed the subject, "what are you doing for dinner?"

I stared at him blankly. "I'm going out with all my girlfriends, hoping to get laid."

"Haha, very funny," he joked sarcastically. "What are you really doing?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Just wondering if you wanted to come over to my place and have a family dinner. Jimmy's dying to see you again. You're a great big sister to him." He smiled. Now he was acting more like my dad than my partner.

"Dad, you do know that I'm like 20 something years older than him." I grimaced. "Gosh, am I really that old?"

He laughed. "Think about me! I'm 40 something years older than him, but still, family dinner?"

"You know that I don't like Barb that much," I said, "but I'll go."

He clapped my shoulder. "That's my girl." He smiled and walked out of my office. I sighed heavily. I'm so screwed. I shook my head and went back to work.

That night, I went to Dad and Barbara's place. I locked my bike to the fire escape and knocked on the door. I heard Dad tell Jimmy to get it. I laughed as Jimmy came to the door. Okay, well I was only 22 years older than him, but I was still old enough to be his mom. The thought sickened me. The door opened and my little half-brother stood there.

"Alex!" He hugged me.

"Hey, buddy!" I messed with his hair. "What's for dinner?"

"Mommy told me not to say," he answered.

"C'mon! Gimme a hint?"

He shook his head.

Dad came to the door. He just laughed. "Hey, Jimbo, go on inside." The little blonde boy ran inside and sat at the table patiently.

I straightened myself back up.

"I'm surprised you came."

"Don't say that," I pleaded. "It's not my fault. Barb doesn't like me!" Yeah, weak case.

"She does too!"

"She's not Mom!" When I saw Dad's face, I immediately felt bad for what I had just said. "Dad, I'm sorry. I know that you love her, and because of that, I'll try too." He still didn't look very happy. I hugged him. "Sorry."

He smacked me. "Jerk!"

I laughed. "Let's get some food. I haven't eaten since this morning and I'm starved!"

He laughed and walked inside. I followed.

Dinner was amazing. I may not have liked Barb, but she was an amazing cook. Much better than Dad, I have to say. We had the best meatloaf in the world. Jimmy still wouldn't eat it. I coaxed to him to eat it. I proved to him that it wasn't poisoned, which was his huge excuse. Next excuse, it was nasty. Okay, granted, it looked kinda scary, but it was really good. Eventually, I gave up, and Dad went outside to take out the trash. I listened carefully and hear our friend's voice. Dad poked his head inside.

"Alex! Come help me with this rat!"

"Ooh! I wanna see!" Jimmy called.

"Only if you eat your dinner! Alex, get out here!"

I got out of my seat and went outside. I closed the door behind me. I looked up and saw our friend in the fire escape.

"Scum's gettin' jumpy 'cause you took out Falcone," I started.

"It's a start," he countered. "Flass was at the docks with Falcone."

"He moonlights as a low-level enforcer," Dad defended.

"Does not!" I said. "He's just a crooked cop."

"There was another man," Batman cut in. "He was testing the drugs."

"So it wasn't a buy?" I asked.

"Why would you risk opening the package on the docks?" Dad wondered.

"Flass knows," Batman acknowledged.

"He won't talk," I answered.

"He'll talk to me," he replied.

"Commissioner Loeb set up a massive task force to catch you. He thinks you're dangerous," Dad explained.

"What you think, Sergeant?" Batman asked. Here we go again with the games.

"I think you're trying to help," Dad admitted. He looked at me and I nodded. He turned back to where Batman was sitting, but he was gone. "But I've been wrong before."

"Dad, he got your answer," I explained. "There was no need for him to stick around."

He shrugged and went back inside. I hopped on my bike and drove home.

It was a very boring ride home, I have to admit. I got back to my apartment and checked my mail. Nothing really. A few adds, one bill, and a very decorative envelope. I got back into my apartment and sunk into the couch and opened up the pretty envelope. It was from Bruce Wayne. It was a birthday invitation. The guy was the same age as me if not a year older and he was still having birthday parties. Well, I guess if you got tons of money, that's what you do. I got up, placed the envelope on my table and headed to bed.

Okay, there's the 5th chapter. I hope that you like it.

Jousting Elf, I'm sorry about the language, but I was just copying the script. My apologies.

Hope you guys liked it. Review. I may get another chapter up today, but I just don't know.