You've started working for the Wayne Foundations and feel that maybe you can finally make a change in Gotham, but will your mysterious boss and his dark alter ego come in the way of your dream?
Part I: (1-29)
Part II: (31- 73)
Part III: (74 - on)
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AN: :") pls don't hate me for the long break from this fic hfjdsahfjkldsjahfa been watching the penguin off and on and updating in the background for certain things.
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The bats above squeak at each other as they fly above you, blissfully unaware of the activities below. Or lack of activities. You take a break from your notes, overwhelmed by your duties. Memorize all these people, pretend to be the perfect woman, and get evidence for Bruce.
It's daunting.
You switch through the CCTV footage, trying to figure out what you're looking for. People are walking by, just trying to get to their following destinations. Many people are trying their best to grab their holiday meal preps, the last-minute items. Last year, you were counting your lucky stars, able to stay in your home and get to your parents; another year, you were going to Thanksgiving without a partner. You never cared that much. Your siblings brought their partners while you were broken up with, nursing your bruised heart and feelings.
You're surprised your mother hasn't made much of a fuss this year with you and Bruce not coming around. She didn't even ask. Robin is off tonight, so you won't be able to snoop on Richard. You vaguely remember your parents were visiting your brother, and Richard was going with them. You wonder if Richard wants that, but don't ask, with everything happening simultaneously. It's too late now.
You flip to Kate's camera, her contact. She's out of view, but you can hear her preparing for something. You're about to switch away when you hear her, "I hear a little nosy bird chirping." She comes into view in a slinky emerald dress, her red hair curled. "But is it a bat or bird?" She asks out loud, peering into the contact lens as she picks up the earpiece. "Hopefully, tonight doesn't involve me much?" She says when she hears you.
"I don't know. Bruce is going undercover to see if the Maronis are hiding Jonathan Crane."
She makes a face as she shakes her head. "Of course he did. Did his best friend coordinate?"
Best friend? It dawns on you that it is Gordon, and you laugh. "No. He went by himself. He's worried that people will be in danger with Crane in the wind and the get-together tomorrow."
"No shit. Listen, (Y/N). I'll be around tonight and at this party tomorrow. I have to go, though, because I'm kinda sorta going on a date." She steps back so you can see the view of her outfit, a knockout as usual. "I hope she likes me."
"Is it not Montoya?" You ask, knowing you and her need to catch up.
"It is, but she's been distant. So I gotta be a good girl tonight. Which means no sneaking off." She points at the camera, shaking her head when her call box rings. "There's my exit. Take care of my cousin, little cousin." She says before grabbing her from the screen and removing the earpiece. You stare at the crude drawing, the silence filling the room.
You switch to Bruce's feed, peering through his binoculars. "There you are." He says softly. You freeze, unsure if he's talking to you or about an unknown man who smokes a cigarette in the back of the building. You don't say anything as he puts the binoculars away, returning to his motorcycle. If his plan would work, could he sneak into the building? Did he have enough finesse to pull off lying? What if he's wrong? You tap your pen on your notepad, watching as he parks far off the parking lot. The man from earlier barely notices. People are driving in and out of here.
