Who: James Bristol & Vicki Vale NPCs: Other officers. Where: Gotham Police Station. When: Tuesday, September 18th. What: Vicki comes into the precinct looking for answers and James gives her one she may just not want to hear. Rating: PG-13, for language. Status: In Progress.
Jim had been working on several cases now. In all honesty, everyone in the whole damn precinct was working on the Wayne case. The man was important and by important Jim meant he had a lot of money. The man basically owned the town and paid far too many salaries for everyone not to be focused on this case.
So say the commissioner, at least.
With that main case he was also balancing several other deaths and crimes, all dealing with a large amount of gang activity that was cropping up. With the death of Bruce Wayne things were getting out of control. Of course no one wanted to admit it especially not the commissioner. Apparently the idol of a city getting destroyed actually had an effect on the population. Who woulda thunk?
Nonetheless Bristol was scribbling away on some reports at his desk today. It was actually his day off, but he learned many years ago that a day off meant paperwork to catch up on. He didn't have a whole lot of home life to go back to so this was good enough. He was in some tan pants, with plain black t-shirt, his badge clipped on his pants. It was warm enough in the office that he didn't have to wear a jacket, today at least.
Pausing slightly he eyed his stack of folders, and ran a rugged hand through his hair before looking up and around the area to see a lot of vacant desks and then a pretty girl glide in unannounced to anyone. Some people off the streets could come in to the main area and report problems or issues, make reports if necessary.
It wasn't a big deal, but as everyone else seemed busy it was apparently Bristol's problem now to deal with. Not that he didn't have enough, right? Sighing he made eye contact with her momentarily before speaking. "Can I help you ma'am?"