"Really, I'm fine," Stephens waved off the second nurse who was preventing him from exiting the small hospital room where they'd seen to the gash on his neck that the Joker had left. A few stitches later, he was as good as new - at least he thought ( Read more... )

Like a needle in a haystack.

Contents of package don't bode well.

The patch? Nicotine gum? My ass.

The unmarked sedan pulled up to the District Attorney’s Office with a punctuating screech. It was followed by a couple of squad cars, sirens decidedly off.  Stephens got out of the driver’s side of the sedan, slamming the door shut, a bit of a commanding swagger in his step.  Normally, when Gordon or another C.O. was around, Stephens was perfectly ( Read more... )