Information exchange || RP thread for work_with_it

[take_mychances]

Black Dahlia -- if the papers were calling her that, she wasn't objecting -- moved through the shadows of the alleyway. James Gordon would be arriving at his apartment building any time. Luckily, the building wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and the streets were already dimly lit. It would make getting his attention (and keeping hidden)

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James walked from the parking lot near the apartment complex toward the building. It was late, but it always was by the time he got home. At least he didn't have anyone waiting for him. And, really, he didn't plan on having someone. Not for a long while, until things got settled. He'd watched his dad put his mom through that, and he'd heard about his grandparents.

He sighed, wondering about these vigilantes. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful for the help... or worried that they were a signal for things to come.

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"Officer Gordon."

She was in the shadows, but her voice carried. It was low, sultry almost.

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"Yeah?"

He glanced around, and there was a very, very faint groan when he realized he couldn't see who he was talking to.

"Not again," he muttered.

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She laughed. It was mocking.

"I hear you're popular with the ladies."

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"The costume wearing ones, at least," he said with a sigh.

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"Won't you come over here?" It was less of an invitation and more of a demand.

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"Joy." He shook his head but approached the shadows, careful.

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Another laugh. "I'm not going to hurt you, James." She held out a gloved hand.

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"Let's stick with 'Officer Gordon,'" he said, stepping a little closer but stopping short of totally approaching her. "And you are?"

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"I think you know who I am." She moved in closer to him, only a few inches away, and looked up.

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"Yep, good as grasp on manners as the other one," James muttered. He crossed his arms slightly. He'd worry about really processing what she was wearing after she left. "And to why do I owe this honor?"

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"You're trustworthy." She smiled, red lipstick glimmering a bit.

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He looked at her, arching an eyebrow, waiting.

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"There's going to be a gallery heist tomorrow night." She looked back at him through her mask.

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"What gallery?" he asked. Now, this, at least, he could do something about.

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"The Schwartzmann," she said. "It's an art theft ring who've most recently been hitting galleries in Chicago. Gotham's their next stop."