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03 | THE DARK KNIGHT.

- 03 -
THE DARK KNIGHT;

After the fiasco at Morgan's apartment, the officers of the GCPD took him to their police department, along with the evidence they found and the girl. After waiting for hours on paperwork regarding the crimes he had committed, Commissioner Gordon was able to question the criminal privately. The two sat in a separate interrogation room located at the back on the building; guards stood on by.

"So, Morgan," The Commissioner began, his arms crossed on the table. "What exactly do you do? Steal cars for a living? Produce drugs? Pass them out?"

Morgan leaned up from his chair to face Gordon head on, his eyes not breaking their intense glare, "Fuck you."

Gordon sighed leaning back in his chair, "Alright, fine. Don't tell me. I'll find out anyway." He paused.

   A chuckle escaped Morgan's lips, "I ain't gonna tell ya nothin'-"

   "We have your files already," Gordon blurted as he graded a yellow folder from underneath the table and tossed it towards him. "So there really is no point of asking these type of questions."

   "Then, why the hell am I here?"

   Gordon stood up from the table and walked around his chair, pushing it in as he did so. With a smug look, he replied, "You might not remember the events that followed the shoot. Maybe it was due to the amount of blood you lost. Who knows?"

   With his hands on the table, the huffs rustling against it, Morgan spoke out sternly, "What did I miss exactly?"

   "The girl," Gordon harshly spoke. "Who is she?"

   Morgan's face painted a mixture of confusion, fear, and worry. "I-" He stuttered. "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Of course you don't," The Commissioner shrugged. "You must have been so drunk out of you're God damn mind that you don't even remember her. Luckily for you, these abuse papers will." He handed the man a thin stack of papers from the folder, allowing him to process the paper.

Morgan chuckled, "What are you gonna do? Throw me in jail, again?"

"Maybe. Or maybe you would like to be charged with the disappearance of your sister Sharon and her husband, Greg Hollin."

"What? How do you-"

"I have my sources. Frankly for you, however, I don't have much patience for this bullshit, so you better answer my questions, and answer them quick, before I call him."

Morgan cowards in fear in his seat, trying his best to play it cool, "You wouldn't."

Gordon reached behind to his back pocket and pulled out an oddly shaped phone that resembled a bat, "Oh, believe me," His finger then slammed onto the calling button of the phone. "I would."

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"Here ya go, sweetheart," In the investigation room of the GCPD department, a kind, dark skinned women approached the now shivering girl with a grey shock blanket and a cup of warm coffee. "Sorry. All we have is black."

   Megan took a cautious, slow sip of the drink; her expression immediately turned into a twisted, disgusted one. The women continued on with a light chuckle, "Guess ya don't like it, huh?" And yet, even after a small laugh, the girl's eyes displayed a glare of sadness and uncertainty. The officer sighed deeply.

   "Lizzy," A fellow officer from the door frame of the lobby behind her spoke aloud. "She's got a visitor."

   The women knelt down in front of she, "I'll be right back, alright? I'm just gonna go to the next room for a sec. if you need anything, just ask." With a nod from the girl, she stood back up and walked over to her co-worker. "So, who's visitin'?"

"You won't believe who it is, Lizz."

She crossed her arms, "Who is it?"

"Excuse me? May I spoke to the girl now?" Out of the shadows of the dark GCPD appeared a nicely dressed, dark jacketed Bruce Wayne. His Wayne Enterprises briefcase shimmered in the ceiling lights reflection.

Without a second thought, Miranda and her fellow officer allowed the billionaire into the room, but not after warming him about the armed guards and cameras. Once in the door, Bruce lightly shut the door of the room and turned towards the Megan, coffee still in hand.

"Why, hello there," He began softly as he knelt down to she eye level, the brief case laid on the floor. "My name's Bruce Wayne. I'm the CEO for a company here in Gotham, Wayne Enterprises. And you are?" The girl hesitated to spoke, but spotted herself midway. Her eyes then shifted to the door terrifyingly. "It's alright." Bruce promised as he too looked at it. "No one is going to come through that door. If they do, I'll protect you. I promise."

   For the first time since she was found, the girls expression shifted into a soft, warm glare; her eyes bore into Bruce's as he stared reassuringly right back at her. He asked once again, "May I asked for your name again?"

   Again, the girl hesitated momentarily. Then, she finally whispered, "Mercy."

   "I'm sorry I didn't catch that. What was that?"

   "My name... Is Mercy. Mercy Hollin."

   Bruce's lips curled themselves into a light smile, "It's nice to meet you, Mercy."

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Word Count: 863
Statue: Unedited

- sorry for the insane delay in chapter updates. i've been constantly busy with trips and school lately, but i promise that i will continue to develop the story as much as i can.

also, here's a shorter chapter for y'all. a bit of an introduction to The Bat, and soon the team. they are soon to come our way!