i_prosecute Official city business [open to Mayor Wilkins III, anyone else likely to be in Ci
In all his wanderings over the past week or so it had not occurred to Harvey to visit City Hall to see who might be District Attorney here. Maybe he or she could pull some strings and get him a job.
Just inside the door there was a directory. Almost immediately, something caught his eye...
District Attorney Harvey Dent . . . . . . 512
His mind reeled, thoughts bouncing around in his skull like ricocheting bullets. If Bruce was already part of this world, why not me? This must be some monstrously complex test of my character - I hope I haven't already failed. Is it my office, or is there another Harvey Dent waiting behind my desk? I hope my hip flask is still there.
Determined to find some answers, he made his way up to the office by way of the old marble staircase just down the hall from the entrance.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/02/2006 22:04:17
Richard had been very busy recently. Internally, he had been in an uproar to find all his status with the demonic world had simply been erased. That was an entire city’s lifetime flushed of a reputation. What hadn’t been removed from him, however, was the fact that he was still harboring the abilities of the Ancient One (and it was growing). Slowly but surely, he was just as empowered by the dark magic here as he had been back home.
The Mayor had kept quiet since the earthquakes. Mostly on his accord (and some on his staff’s) because he didn’t know what was happening. There still was that aching threat that everything he’d achieved would be lost because he’d upset his demonic social circle back home.
It ultimately dawned on him that he had nothing to fear but the fear itself. This world wasn’t restricted because the changes of command wasn’t there. In essence, Richard was far more free here than he had been back home. There was no ladder to climb. He was the ladder.
“Dent,” Wilkins announced, “I hope your office suits you?”
An overall change had wrecked Wilkins with this revelation. He had become far more proactive with knowing what was going on in his domain. After all, this world had selected him to be mayor. That was more purpose than being given it over by some demons for him to (once again) pull favors for.
“We can have alterations done if it doesn’t. We’ll need our District Attorney feeling at home. Especially with all the hours you’ll be clocking.”
Wilkins smiled his token smile as his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
From: [info]i_prosecute Date: 04/02/2006 23:11:25
The detail in the office was eerily precise. It seemed that someone had carefully pried Dent's office out of its usual place in the Gotham brownstone and wedged it into this Romanesque, marble construct. He checked the gap between the tallest filing cabinets.
His flask was there ... and half-full of scotch.
"It's ... perfect," he said, scowling mildly in thought.
He looked at the Mayor, intently searching for anything beyond his sunny facade. "I take it, then, that you had something to do with my relocation?"
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/03/2006 15:39:22
Wilkins’s shoulder found a nice resting spot. His entire body took support there as he leaned.
“I fear how we all get here.”
His hands spreaded up like a ray of sunbeams.
“That’s beyond me. What I do have something to do with, however, is what you’ll be doing here.”
His smile deepened now. Because he had heard about Two-Face. However the handbook that he'd referrence was quite vague.
“I am the Mayor. Richard Wilkins the Third. I do hope that we can become friends of a sort outside of the setup of boss and employee.”
From: [info]i_prosecute Date: 04/04/2006 13:01:37
There was definitely something hidden, maybe even sinister about the man, but Harvey was having difficulty pinpointing it. Still, he didn't want to make an enemy of the Mayor so early on, so he offered his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mayor. As always, my resources are at your disposal."
He wanted to be friendly, but phrased his response in a formal manner to gently imply that perhaps he'd prefer to keep things businesslike.
"You know," he said, after a moment, "I never thought I'd be so eager to get to work, but after spending so long wandering around this city I must say I'm looking forward to it. Is there any particular assignment you need me to work on? Or just start with whatever's on my desk?"
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/05/2006 10:39:38
Wilkins had a very meek handshake. There wasn’t any sort of earth-strangling strength present. There may have been some touch of control or restraint but it came off insanely gentle.
“Can’t say I can think of too much I want you to keep your eye on other than what you already have in your inbox.”
He pretended to look as though he was thinking.
“Well, there is one. There’s a man by the name of Jack Napier. We’ve received a few complaints but no substance, nothing bring the man in for questioning. Hear he has a thing for scarification but we haven’t witnessed anything.”
Wilkins pointed at Dent.
“I don’t think this city needs to witness it. See if you can get me something. Anything. I want that man put away in that fresh asylum before he starts to wreck havoc here.”
The mayor pushed off from his lean.
“Our citizens and I would highly appreciate that from you, Mr. Dent.”
From: [info]i_prosecute Date: 04/05/2006 12:26:19
"Thank you, sir. I'll see what I can do."
A faint chill went through Harvey as he settled into his office. He knew that name - Jack Napier. Why was it familiar? Why was it a source of fear for him? The only association he could think of was a mundane police report of a warehouse break-in. One of the thugs was named Napier, he thought.
But how to go about tracking this man? He'd learned that Batman was in this city, but tracking petty sadists didn't seem to be Batman's beat, based on what little he knew about the vigilante.
He started leafing through the reports, devising a plan.
From: [info]i_conjure Date: 04/05/2006 12:46:27
Dressed in an old-fashioned, moss green business suit and black overcoat, a large, bearded man strode down the hall toward the mayor, moving with surprising swiftness for a man of his size. Just before it seemed he would knock the mayor aside with his momentum, he stopped and bowed slightly. Immediately he began speaking, apparently not wanting to waste any time.
"Mister Mayor," he rumbled, "my name is Carl Crowler. I have a business proposition for you." He paused to offer his hand. "I believe your office would be an ideal setting for this discussion..." he said, raising an eyebrow knowingly.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/07/2006 13:45:35
Everything about Carl Crowler reminded Wilkins of his youth. The man’s features didn’t reflect what the modern world appreciated. It was refreshing and he couldn’t deny the man the request of time. After all, it would seem he had plenty with his busy-bees working.