Jousting Elf—Thanks for reviewing, again! Yeah, I thought that it would be a different twist from most stories. Here's more!

Princess Stark101—Of course, he laughs. Doesn't everyone? LOL I thought that I more relaxed side of Bruce would be good.

Johanna—I'm glad that the chapter rocked! I agree about the Day Care Center (I couldn't think of anything else to do, but I think I should have done something else). Yeah, I think that Bruce as a normal guy needed to be seen, at least at one point in the story.

Pianoplayer—I'm glad that it's awesomeness! I didn't think that it would be, but people seem to like it a lot.

Okay, I'm gonna start covering more time faster, because I think that it's time I hit the Dark Knight. So there will be like three or more chapters left of the bridge between chapters. Also for the Alex/Bruce lovers, no more romance until the Dark Knight. Sorry!

I walked back into the precinct with two men in cuffs in front of me. I was pushing them to our central holding. They hadn't really gone far from the scene, which made my job easier. They hadn't really spoken, but I had caught tid-bits from their arguments. What I had caught was that they were in it for the money and glory. The mob had apparently hired these two dipwads to go shoot something up to make a point, and they needed money. Gosh, did people think anymore? Being in the mob was just as bad as being in a gang, if not worse. So many people got hurt, but luckily not this time. All of the children were all in a different room than the one that got shot up. The only person that had gotten hurt was a supervisor that was closing the blinds; she had been hit with just a piece of glass.

I threw one of the punks into a holding cell. "Hey! What are you gonna do?" he yelled through the bars as I dragged the other to an interrogation room. I shoved him down in the seat across from me. I spun the seat around as I sat down.

The guy trembled a little bit.

"Do you want some water?" I asked kindly.

The guy nodded.

I got up and headed out of the room. I leaned over and whispered to the officer in the room, "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"

He nodded.

I stared at him quizzically, wondering if he was from the mob. It was definitely a possibility in this precinct, this town.

"I'm not from the mob," he answered.

"If he's not here when I get back," I threatened, "I'm taking your badge," I glanced at his nametag, "Johnson."

He nodded brusquely and allowed me to leave to get water.

I went to the vending machine and stuck a dollar in to get a single bottle of water. I grabbed the bottle and walked back into the interrogation room. Thankfully, he was still there. I nodded my thanks as I passed Johnson. I opened the bottle and set on the table for him. I sat down across the table.

He messed with it in his hands and looked over it. Apparently, the officer had uncuffed him, which I was fine with.

I knew that he was attempting to look for anything harmful. "Look," I said, "I just got that out of the vending machine, and what good would it do me to poison you anyway?"

He still wasn't willing to do it. He pushed it over to me.

I took a big swallow of it and passed it back. "See? You're fine."

He took three long swallows of the liquid and sat the bottle on the desk. He leaned back with an evil smile on his face. He was proud of what he'd done.

"So, can I at least know you're name?" I asked with my arms crossed on the desk.

He smirked.

"Okay," I smiled. "If you won't tell me who you are, tell me who hired you for this 'job.'"

Silence.

"Tell me, or I'll get you're friend to," I threatened. Gosh, I hated people that thought I wasn't going to get information about them. I wasn't just a "good" cop; I had a mean streak, especially when somebody pissed me off. "Tell me!" I raised my voice.

He jumped a little bit, but still didn't talk.

Fine, if that's how he wanted to play. I put the handcuffs back on him, tightly, and dragged him out of the interrogation room.

"Hey! That's assault!" he yelled as I dragged him.

"Shut up!" I ordered.

"I thought you wanted me to talk," he defended.

"I do, but you're not," I shot back. I pushed him into a different interrogation room with no one in there. I shoved him, locked the door and went to get the other kid. This wasn't my day.

I was going to be nicer to the younger kid. He was scared, and maybe if I was nice, he would talk. I uncuffed him as I led him to the interrogation room.

He was shivering, or trembling. I didn't think that this was his idea.

"What's your name?" I smiled so that I didn't sound frightening.

He managed to crack a smile. "B-bi-billy," he stuttered. Not a name I would have expected; the kid was wearing Levis with a t-shirt. He looked like a pretty decent guy that had made a mistake.

"Billy," I smiled, "how old are you?"

"Seventeen," he drawled. It sounded like he was from a place like Texas.

"Why did you shoot up that day care center?"

His eyes got kind of watery. "It wasn't my idea! My little brother was in there!" He took a deep breath. "I didn't even touch the gun." He seemed pretty upset about this. I thought that I maybe saw a tear. "My brother didn't get hurt, did he?"

"No," I soothed. "Billy, who told you to do this?"

"I don't know!" he exclaimed. "It was all Jason's idea!" He threw his hands up in the air.

I nodded. "Thanks, Billy." I walked to the door of the interrogation room. I looked at Johnson. "Let him go. He has no idea what's going on."

"How do you know?"

I looked over my shoulder. "Look at him, he's terrified." Billy was sobbing, and it wasn't fake. "He has no idea what's going on."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. I walked out the door and headed to the other interrogation room. I opened the door and sat down across from, who I now know was, Jason. "So tell me, Jason, who hired you for this."

His eyes grew at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, Billy told me your name," I laughed.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

I had enough of this guy. I slammed my fist on the steel table. "Tell me who hired you!" My voice echoed in the concrete room.

He finally gave in as I stared icily at him. "All right, all right!" he cowered. "It was Sal Maroni. I needed the money for some debt to pay and he told me where to shoot. Billy didn't do anything; he just drove."

I smiled. "Thank you." I yanked opened the door.

"Am I getting let out?" he called.

I turned around. "I'll let Officer Johnson deal with that. You confessed; I don't care. It wasn't your idea." I swallowed. "If I had my way, more than half of these officers would be arrested," I whispered. I closed the door behind me and went upstairs.

I strode out of the elevator and walked across the room. I saw my dad poke his head out of his paperwork and look at me. I smiled as I headed to Loeb's office. He too was doing paperwork when I stepped in. I sat down in the plush chair across from him. I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He took off his glasses and looked at me. "Yes, Gordon?"

"I need to speak with you on a very important matter," I explained.

He got up and closed the door of his office. "Do go on?"

"With all the criminals out of Arkham—" He cut me off.

"Don't remind me about that.

"Sorry, but it's going to be a problem."

He nodded. "You're point?"

"I was just going to suggest that we get a unit completely devoted to the major crimes of Gotham," I offered.

He stared at me.

"I'm just saying, things are going to get worse, and with this Joker; don't even think about; Gotham's not safe," I explained.

"Thank you, Gordon," he said. "I'll think about it." He held the door open for me.

I walked out.

Okay, for today (when I posted this) I only had 38 hits on this story. It's kind of sad….=( Oh well, I still enjoy writing this though, so don't worry about it stopping. Hope that your weekend is well, and enjoy the three lovely days of it. I know that I will, so I will hopefully get another chapter up soon. Review please! I think that I might introduce Harvey in the next one or the next after that, but probably the next one. Happy days! LOL