Tensing up immediately, Batman shot a sharp glance at the police scanner as it crackled for another few seconds and then went silent. He ran his gloved fingers over the Kevlar covering his thighs and sighed, looking over the darkened road in front of them, eyes dark and calculating. Without consulting Leland he readied the car and they sped down the street, heading towards the specified alley
( ... )
Commissioner James Gordon rubbed his hand against his moist forehead and looked one of his detectives in the eyes. He knew the answer to the question he'd been asked. However, he wasn't going to give it to the young, fresh detective. He couldn't
( ... )
"No worries, it was a slow night," Leland said, stepping out of the shadows where she and Batman were lurking.
If Gordon was surprised (and Leland assumed he had to be, since they'd never met before and to her knowledge, the Commissioner had no idea Batman was working with anyone), he didn't show it. The corner of his mouth twitched up, but that was the extent of a reaction.
"Is there a whole race of you now?" he asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at Batman.
"I'm Batwoman," Leland said, with a nod at Gordon. She was finding it easier to automatically slip into what she thought of as a 'Narrows accent'. "Unless someone else is stealing the logo, there's only two of us." Unable to stop herself from asking, she blurted out, "So, it wasn't the Joker's body?"
Just asking the question brought a strange mix of emotions. The...elation she'd felt, the vicious, victorious joy at the idea of the clown being dead, it had almost frightened her. As had the disappointment when she'd heard Gordon declare it a false alarm over the scanner.
Gordon hadn't expected there to be two vigilantes waiting on the roof for him. It had surprised him even more that the voice that had answered him was that of a female.
"No," he answered her question. "Identification checks proved that it's not our man. He's a small time crook. Interesting fact - he worked at a comedy club, part time. That and he'd been known to do a few odd jobs for various crime rings. One William Jacobs."
He rubbed his mustache and turned to look over the rooftop, down at the slow-moving traffic vehicles below.
"I think someone's trying to tell us something. A sign."
He stuck a hand into the pockets of his overcoat and he fished out a plastic bag with some freshly snapped Polaroid pictures stacked inside. His gaze moved back to the dynamic duo of bat-people and he held out the evidence.
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If Gordon was surprised (and Leland assumed he had to be, since they'd never met before and to her knowledge, the Commissioner had no idea Batman was working with anyone), he didn't show it. The corner of his mouth twitched up, but that was the extent of a reaction.
"Is there a whole race of you now?" he asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at Batman.
"I'm Batwoman," Leland said, with a nod at Gordon. She was finding it easier to automatically slip into what she thought of as a 'Narrows accent'. "Unless someone else is stealing the logo, there's only two of us." Unable to stop herself from asking, she blurted out, "So, it wasn't the Joker's body?"
Just asking the question brought a strange mix of emotions. The...elation she'd felt, the vicious, victorious joy at the idea of the clown being dead, it had almost frightened her. As had the disappointment when she'd heard Gordon declare it a false alarm over the scanner.
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"No," he answered her question. "Identification checks proved that it's not our man. He's a small time crook. Interesting fact - he worked at a comedy club, part time. That and he'd been known to do a few odd jobs for various crime rings. One William Jacobs."
He rubbed his mustache and turned to look over the rooftop, down at the slow-moving traffic vehicles below.
"I think someone's trying to tell us something. A sign."
He stuck a hand into the pockets of his overcoat and he fished out a plastic bag with some freshly snapped Polaroid pictures stacked inside. His gaze moved back to the dynamic duo of bat-people and he held out the evidence.
"Take a look at those wounds. Look familiar?"
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