James Gordon was finishing off a piece of pizza. He'd folded it over so he could walk with it. For once, he had a night off. ...Of course, he knew what that meant. He scanned the skyline as he walked.
Where was she?
Every time he got a night off-- he swore it was every time without fail-- the Huntress appeared with some warning or concern. Just once-- once-- he'd like to get through a night to himself without her showing up. He'd managed to take his mom out to dinner, which was amazing enough, but he knew-- he just knew-- he wouldn't get to make it to a bar
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Dalia heard the voice and only ran faster. This wasn't good. At all. She felt her hair slipping out of the ponytail, which had been tucked into the back of her sweater. It fell out and her hair whipped behind her as she ran.
James ran harder. The blond hair made it easier to keep his eye on... her. He gained ground and reached out, trying to grab the woman, using the momentum he had to try and force a sideways movement to the alley wall. He could question her or haul her back to the station once he got her to stop.
Dalia let out a grunt as she felt herself being propelled against the brick wall. Her hair fell in her eyes as she tried to make out the police officer in front of her. She could fight--but she didn't think that would be the best idea. Fighting would indicate she was guilty of something. This--this could be explained...couldn't it?
Pushing the hair out of her eyes, Dalia looked up and at...
James.
She simply stared, open-mouthed, still trying to catch her breath.
James had his hand at the ready, prepared to have to further restrain or subdue the woman, but he stopped when she did. Maybe this wouldn't have to be a battle.
"You can't arrest me for running in an alley," Dalia finally managed to say.
...no, but he could arrest her for what she'd done to Nick Bruce. Or for carrying concealed without a permit. She willed herself not to look down at her hip, where she was sure the gun was now exposed from her running. There was also the whole not stopping when he said "Police!" thing...
"There are twenty-four gyms, you know," he muttered. He still didn't know what to do with her, what to make of this entire situation. "You wouldn't have to run with a gun there."
Dalia looked down, almost afraid to look James in the eyes. "I went to talk to Nick Bruce." Her voice even managed to be a little shaky. She was only partially acting.
"What are you, my mother?" Dalia smarted. "I know how to use a gun. And how to use my fists." She paused, then said, as firmly as she could, "I'm fine."
Where was she?
Every time he got a night off-- he swore it was every time without fail-- the Huntress appeared with some warning or concern. Just once-- once-- he'd like to get through a night to himself without her showing up. He'd managed to take his mom out to dinner, which was amazing enough, but he knew-- he just knew-- he wouldn't get to make it to a bar ( ... )
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Dalia heard the voice and only ran faster. This wasn't good. At all. She felt her hair slipping out of the ponytail, which had been tucked into the back of her sweater. It fell out and her hair whipped behind her as she ran.
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It wasn't a suggestion that they stop.
James ran harder. The blond hair made it easier to keep his eye on... her. He gained ground and reached out, trying to grab the woman, using the momentum he had to try and force a sideways movement to the alley wall. He could question her or haul her back to the station once he got her to stop.
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Pushing the hair out of her eyes, Dalia looked up and at...
James.
She simply stared, open-mouthed, still trying to catch her breath.
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Then he really looked at her. Saw her face.
Dalia?
"What the hell?" he muttered.
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...no, but he could arrest her for what she'd done to Nick Bruce. Or for carrying concealed without a permit. She willed herself not to look down at her hip, where she was sure the gun was now exposed from her running. There was also the whole not stopping when he said "Police!" thing...
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Did she not know where she was? What time it was? A hell of a lot worse things could happen to her than a police officer catching her.
He didn't mention arresting her... at least not yet.
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He stared at her.
"What the hell, Dalia? Why?"
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"I--don't know." Her lip trembled. "I wanted--to know why--I wanted--" Dalia looked back at James, at a loss for words.
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And instead I beat the crap out of him...
"...and instead, I chickened out...I...ran away."
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