Barbara Ann Walker ✖ Commissioner Gordon (commissh) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-26 12:22:00 |
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Who: Barbara Walker & random NPC's.
What: Barbara's checking up on GCPD. Shit goes down.
When: Thursday late afternoon/evening, August 26th 2010
Where: Gotham City, New Jersey
Warnings: Barbara's potty mouth?
It had become her daily routine following shifts with her partner. She and Milo would hit up a hot dog vendor on the street and stand outside on the steps of the New York City Police Department shooting the shit until Barbara finished hers and said goodnight. Milo was by all accounts still very much a rookie, but Barbara liked him. He and Fox weren't your typical officers on the force, they were actually nice. No overly large egos behind those badges, and they definitely weren't the type to compensate with fire arms. She hated trigger happy cops, all they did was make her nervous and pissed off. Not that it took a lot to piss off Barbara Walker, but still. She was grateful that her partner wasn't just another meat head with a badge.
Always immediately following her departure she'd get in her car and after a brief pit stop to get coffee, she was on her way to New Jersey where her second job awaited her. She had to admit, it was more then a little intimidating trying to hold down her job and Gordon's. Where she felt perfectly qualified to be a police detective in the NYPD, only Gordon was really qualified to act as a commissioner for the Gotham City Police Department and he was just in her head. His advice helped, but when it came down to it, Barbara was more or less on her own with this one and she was trying her best not to royally fuck up. Especially now that she had an actual Justice League to factor into counting on her success as well. Intimidating.
There were a few things Barbara simply thought better of questioning, such as the fact that no one seemed to be miffed at all that Gordon was suddenly very much a female. Everyone pretty much acted like he'd always had a nice (by her standards) rack so Barbara just went along with it, it was easier that way. Like every other time she'd paid a visit to the GCPD, she breezed through the doors and greeted everyone who crossed her path. By now she'd learned everyone's names, including the ones even Gordon didn't know, and those were the ones Barbara paid the most attention to. In Gordon's experience, even the people you knew really well could end up a rat for the mob (or worse), but Barbara wasn't taking any chances on the new people either. If there was anything she was quickly learning about Gotham, newcomers were hardly ever a good sign.
"Ey, Eddie, can you get everyone out of here? This isn't a spectator sport and I need five minutes alone with that guy." The police officer Barbara had been speaking to nodded and said yes ma'am, something even Gordon was used to hearing by now, and without another word Barbara walked into the interrogation room and closed the door shut behind her. The guy had been brought in the night before while Barbara (and the JL) had been on duty in Gotham for (what had been construed as) drunk and disorderly public conduct, but he had since proven to be a class A freak show. She'd gotten a call this morning that he'd tried to gnaw his way through a pair of handcuffs and had broken most of his teeth, Barbara had to will herself not to puke once she'd gotten a good look at his blood stained mouth.
"So." Barbara steeled herself against the maniac and looked him square in the eye. "You asked for u- er, me? What can I do for you, besides buying you a one way ticket to Arkham." At least she didn't need Gordon to do this part. She'd been with the NYPD for over six years now, she'd dealt with her share of crazies. And if the guy was about to play games with her, well. Kyle wasn't here to play 'bad cop', she might have to take up Batman's mantel for a few minutes to straighten this creep out. The guy was looking at her with that same crazy-eyed expression he'd been wearing the night before when they thought he just needed to sleep it off, but she barely blinked let alone gave away just how much he unsettled her.
"What the fuck are you grinning at?" ... Okay, so maybe she was loosing her cool just a little bit. The guy was just sitting there smiling at her with a set of broken teeth, and if he wasn't going to spit it out after he'd raised hell in her police department to get her down here... "I don't have all day here, so unless you really want me to start grilling you, you'd better-"
"He wanted me to deliver a message to you." The man's words jolted Barbara out of her brief rant and she fixed him with a steady glare, leaning forward across the table with her hands folded in front of her. He was still red faced and just as twitchy as he had been last night, but if he was just a drunk he would have sobered up by now. The way his eyes kept rolling into the back of his head made it pretty clear that the guy was off his rocker.
"Who?"
"Scarecrow. Wanted to make sure you were here by sundown, didn't want you to miss the big show. He said Blackgate was going on first."
Barbara muttered some more swear words and didn't waste another second, didn't even pause to internalize what the crazy guy with no teeth said who was now laughing his ass of like an absolute loon. She was rushing out of the room with her cell phone in hand, barking orders to anyone within hearing distance and going through her contacts list. Johnny at Blackgate, George at Arkham and then Gemma, in that order. This could not be good.