Dangers in the Dark

Kiss Her 9.4

Third Person POV

With the pressure from the mayor now approaching its peak, Jim and Harvey knew that they were gonna have to hurry up their investigations if they didn't want Essen to be on the receiving end of yet another mayor tantrum. So how is it one begins hunting down a dangerous criminal? Well, first things first, a cup of strong coffee is needed.

While Harvey was looking at anything that they could use to locate said criminal, Jim was pouring himself a mug of steaming coffee.

"Jim. Got it," Harvey announced, rushing over to him with a file in his hands.

"Yeah," Jim acknowledged him, but remaining focused entirely on his coffee pouring. Last thing he needed was a scolding burn to top the day off.

"Meet Gregory Kasyanov. Long rap sheet. Worked for Nikolai before he died," Harvey explained, gaining Jim's attention so he handed over the file. On the file was a middle aged, balding man with neck tattoos and a deadly stare.

"Who's he work for now?" Jim asked, as he stared down at the sheet in front of him.

"Beats me," Harvey shrugged.

"Alright. Hargrove said it was a big job, a vault. Somebody's gotta be bankrolling it," Jim recalled their encounter with the escapee.

"Yeah. Someone with cash and pull and beef with Falcone. Problem is, in Gotham, anyone with cash and pull has beef with Falcone," Harvey reminded him.

"Hmm. So who is it?" Jim pondered out loud.

Now, wasn't that the question everyone wanted the answers to...

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Holly POV

Even after being here for a couple of days, Selina still hadn't satisfied her thirst for exploring the large Wayne Manor. Part of me was disappointed as I liked talking to her, she had a good sense of humour, not to mention the fact that she liked teasing Bruce like earlier this morning. That being said, it wasn't like I hadn't found anything to do.

Bruce was still focused on his training and today's lesson... holding your breath under water for as long as possible. Fascinating, right?

I had offered to lend a hand and time his attempts as I didn't really have much more to do. So for about the fifth time in the last ten minutes, Bruce had ducked back down under the water surface, fully clothed. Honestly, I didn't really know when this was gonna be useful but, hey, if this is how he feels he will become trained up, I wasn't gonna judge him.

I tapped my foot on the paved ground to the ticking of the stopwatch as I waited for Bruce to resurface for air. His longest time previously was 46 seconds and now he was determined to break it.

As I waited for him to come up, I glanced up at the sky, watching as the clouds floated past us, all of them a different, unique shape. If only they would just move to the side for a bit and allow some sun to shine through, that would make this whole ordeal much more fun.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a large splash occurred and automatically, I pressed the stop button on the stopwatch as I looked down at the pool and saw a soaking wet Bruce wading over to where I was seated.

"Well?" Bruce asked, pushing his dripping hair from his face.

"43 seconds," I told him.

"Really?" Bruce groaned, pulling himself up and out of the pool.

"43 is still really good," I reminded him.

As Bruce walked over towards me, and seeing that he was in a foul mood from not beating his personal best, I chucked the towel at his head.