Bearer of Bad News
Corrinne Bailey.
Eight years old. Cliched really. When you think of the nuclear family I find most people thinking of Corrinne as the female half of the two. point. five children that you are expected to have. Blonde hair curled into ringlets. she's a doll, the kind you can get in the dollar stores downtown. She has had a pet rat which I told her I'd let slide because Rats are technically illegal in Gotham-especially when you're keeping them as pets.
She named it Mickey Mouse.
Johnathon Bailey.
Forty-Two years old. Bright guy, trained in San Diego, moved out to Gotham married late and had a daughter. Broke up two drug rings in his career. Called "Iron John" by the papers, he was said to be unshakable. The ideal police officer. With his wife Betty and his daughter Corinne they were cliched really, the ideal American family.
I won't bore you with the details of the crime. If you read the Gotham Papers you probably know what I'm discussing. It was my first IA case, not corruption, not stoned police working their beat but a father who should not have been a father doing horrible things to a child.
I can't help but wonder if they assigned it to me on purpose.
Because when he got off with a slap on the wrist and I had to listen to that child describe her ordeal like a newscaster listing the Iraq Death Toll I was the one elected to deliver the news that daddy wasn't going to jail.
People called me driven.
Driven because I slammed the guy up against the wall, driven because I told him he'd fry for this, for something and that he couldn't get away with lying forever. Driven because I made it my personal mission to find something for John Bailey to go away for. When his daughter died a month later after being run over by a taxi on east eighteenth street he came to me and demanded forgiveness. He'd claimed that he'd found religion.
Is it my fault that a reporter happened to be there? Happened to overhear what I said?
"I have a right to stay silent! I have a right to not incriminate myself! But you don't have a right to lie, to seemingly hate me as much as you do! who are you to judge? This isn't about hate? This isn't about justice? Bullshit you two-faced bastard!"
That's how that whole nickname got started. And truth be told? I don't care. Whatever I have to do to keep from being the one to bring bad news, from being the one to fail and have to tell people about my failings. I will bear any burden to not have to ever be the bearer of bad news again.
Muse: Harvey Dent
Fandom: Batman TDK/Comics
Wordcount: 446
Eight years old. Cliched really. When you think of the nuclear family I find most people thinking of Corrinne as the female half of the two. point. five children that you are expected to have. Blonde hair curled into ringlets. she's a doll, the kind you can get in the dollar stores downtown. She has had a pet rat which I told her I'd let slide because Rats are technically illegal in Gotham-especially when you're keeping them as pets.
She named it Mickey Mouse.
Johnathon Bailey.
Forty-Two years old. Bright guy, trained in San Diego, moved out to Gotham married late and had a daughter. Broke up two drug rings in his career. Called "Iron John" by the papers, he was said to be unshakable. The ideal police officer. With his wife Betty and his daughter Corinne they were cliched really, the ideal American family.
I won't bore you with the details of the crime. If you read the Gotham Papers you probably know what I'm discussing. It was my first IA case, not corruption, not stoned police working their beat but a father who should not have been a father doing horrible things to a child.
I can't help but wonder if they assigned it to me on purpose.
Because when he got off with a slap on the wrist and I had to listen to that child describe her ordeal like a newscaster listing the Iraq Death Toll I was the one elected to deliver the news that daddy wasn't going to jail.
People called me driven.
Driven because I slammed the guy up against the wall, driven because I told him he'd fry for this, for something and that he couldn't get away with lying forever. Driven because I made it my personal mission to find something for John Bailey to go away for. When his daughter died a month later after being run over by a taxi on east eighteenth street he came to me and demanded forgiveness. He'd claimed that he'd found religion.
Is it my fault that a reporter happened to be there? Happened to overhear what I said?
"I have a right to stay silent! I have a right to not incriminate myself! But you don't have a right to lie, to seemingly hate me as much as you do! who are you to judge? This isn't about hate? This isn't about justice? Bullshit you two-faced bastard!"
That's how that whole nickname got started. And truth be told? I don't care. Whatever I have to do to keep from being the one to bring bad news, from being the one to fail and have to tell people about my failings. I will bear any burden to not have to ever be the bearer of bad news again.
Muse: Harvey Dent
Fandom: Batman TDK/Comics
Wordcount: 446