Partner in Crime

Log 01

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"Breaking News; this just in that the floods havocking Gotham have slowly gone down after our last segment on this story. Crime on the other hand—" came the cry of the news reporter as you brushed by the blaring television set, the ringing of telephones and the chatter of your co-workers drowning out the newscaster's announcement on the city of Gotham.

It hadn't been more than a few days since Gotham had fallen into disaster, and with your line of work at New Jersey's FBI regional office, it had become busier than usual.

"You wanted to see me Captain?" your voice rang out as you entered into the captain's office, closing the door shut to mute some of the chatter outside the room's walls.

"Yes, take a seat." came his brief response, his eyes having not strayed away from the paperwork that laid scattered across his desk, holding up a few in one hand.

You obliged, taking a seat in one of the chairs that laid in front of the mahogany desk as you awaited for what your boss had asked to see you about. It wasn't until a moment later when you sat down did a sigh escape from his lips before setting down the papers he had in hand, his gaze tearing away from whatever text was in the papers he was studying.

"What did you want to see me for?" you forwardly asked as you sat straight in your seat. "You know that stint down in Gotham?" "Yeah I mean who doesn't?" came your reply, your tone in disbelief as if who hadn't heard what was going on in Gotham.

"Then you must know about the uptick in crime after the field day Riddler had with the crime syndicates there." his expression grew serious at the matter. "With Falcone dead there has been a power struggle in taking over his operation and money. Not to mention a bat that's enacting vigilante justice now that this happened." he huffed in irritation at the last statement.

"I thought the bat was a myth..." a look of befuddlement crossed your expression as you leaned back against the chair. "He's real alright." the older man pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing for a moment. "And he has to be dealt with. That's why I need you to go down there." Your expression changed from one of neutrality to one of objection.

"Captain, it's crazy out there. You can't be serious in sending me out—" you started but were interrupted by the aging man. "I know what I said, [L/N]." came his stern response, his closed eyes flying open to look at you. "That's why I trust you in making things right over there." he continued as he shut down your objection taking reins back into the situation.

"I've seen how you are with the others. You didn't take crap from them even when you first arrived here when you transferred from NYC." his tone grew less rigid as he reasoned why he chose you as the field operative in charge of Gotham all the while watching your frowned expression. "That's how I know you can handle it... even over in Gotham." your eyes looked off to the side as he made his point, arms folded in front of you as you listened.

Having met with nothing else in response, the stout man leaned back a bit against his seat. "If you have nothing else to comment, your assignment is with the sergeant. You're dismissed."

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"You got Gotham? Sucks to be you [L/N]!.." came the mocking laughter of your co-worker. "Good luck surviving in that sh*thole!" "Shut it Hog-an, at least I own up to what I have to do." came your response as you signed for the release of materials needed for your assignment. "Compared to what you did which was not owning up to dropping a million-dollar piece of tech into pig-sh*t."

Wallops of laughter erupted from several others as Hagan slumped in his seat, his face contorted into a scowl from hearing your response. "So that's why she calls him 'Hog-an' instead of 'Hagan'..." murmured some of the others in the area, whispers among them as they spoke about Hagan. "Hey shut it already, stop talking about it!" he turned to stop them from discussing the story behind his nickname leaving you to focus on the matter at hand in obtaining your field assignment.

"You can never stay out of trouble, can you [L/N]?.." chuckled Sergeant Taylor as he handed you the supplies among other things needed for your work. "They started it, Sarge, not me." came your reply as you grabbed the cardboard box with the items inside. "It'll definitely be quiet without you here." he noted as he checked for anything else you might need. "I'll need proof of that.." you softly chuckled at his suggestion that it would be quiet, a small smile etched on your expression.

"Yeah yeah, you should get going so you can catch the bat." he sent a wink before settling back to his chair. "You got that right." came your short reply as you maneuvered the box to be held under one arm before waving goodbye to Sergeant Taylor.

'He says that as if it would be easy...'

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