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Doctor Crane paid for dinner, and we made our way to the car. He offered to take me to the hotel where Neil might be staying to look for him, and I accepted, grateful for his understanding of my concern for my friend. He definitely earned some points with me for that.
The driver took us back to my side of town, and the rain started again. The streets ran black in the darkness of the city. Headlights and taillights reflected off their surfaces like a great liquid obsidian mirror. Neon signs glowed somehow brighter through the sheets of rainfall as we passed them, but one of them stood out to me. A great, blinding white horse rearing up before a blue knight's helmet.
"Knights Inn! That's the one on the right!"
The driver pulled us into the entrance, and I jumped out into the pouring rain.
"Harleen!" Johnathan called after me and came running up with an umbrella. He held it over me, but I was almost to the lobby door already and drenched to the bone in my silk dress. I flung open the door and darted inside, where the cool, dry air conditioning of the lobby hit me like an arctic blast.
"Jesus!" The nightman stood up from his chair and looked at the pair of us with shock and concern. "H-hey, are you kids alright?" He asked as we panted and made our way to the desk.
"I'm looking for Neil. He was supposed to check in here and call me but never did." I said through my chattering teeth as Crane draped his coat over me.
"All a' this for that bum? What are you? His daughter?"
"I'm his psychiatrist." I lied.
"That guy can afford a shrink? I can't even afford a dentist!" He scoffed.
"I'm pro bono." I lied again.
"Well, gosh. Ain't that nice of ya?" He said sarcastically, his straight eyelashes batted with mocking sweetness, and shook his head. "I don't care if you're his friken fairy godmother, lady."
"Hey, that's Doctor to you, asshole," Johnathan growled and pointed his massive hand at the ruddy-faced nightman.
"You wanna point that ham somewhere else, buddy." He replied with a smirk and pulled the handle of a gun out from his waistband, making Johnathan back up.
"Please! I just want to know if he checked in."
Suddenly, a whole line of police cars pulled into the parking lot, sirens wailing, flooding the lobby with flashing red and blue light as they passed the window and barreled into the parking lot.
"What the fuck!" The nightman spat and came out from behind the desk to go investigate, but a man came in that I recognized from TV as the detective who worked with the costumed vigilante The Batman, Lieutenant James W. Gordon.
He stepped in, his rain-covered glasses fogging up in the cool atmosphere, so he whipped them off and pulled out a handkerchief to clean the lenses. He squinted up at us for a second before stuffing the cloth back in his pocket and shoving the metal frames back on his face with a grunt.
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