The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 2

Edited: 7/24/18

Chapter 2

I like omelettes, mostly because you can really put as much cheese in them as you want and no one can judge you. Plus breakfast. It's singlehandedly the best meal of the day. The sun always rises slowly in Gotham, so I usually wait til the sun is out to go on my morning run, which gives me plenty of time to eat, shower and stretch.

Today I woke up to the Sun, which meant my schedule was off by about two hours. It always took thirty minutes to get out of bed, and hour to shower, because hot water was a gift from god, and thirty minutes to dress, eat and stretch. This time I had to haul myself out of bed, skip the shower, skip breakfast and run to work. I'd grab a donut and coffee once I was there. It was a promising morning.

Rolling out of bed I slipped into a white blouse and pleated pants. I pulled up my long red curls into a tight ponytail and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and purse off the floor.

Once I was out the door I stuffed my hands in my pockets and started the twenty minute walk to work, which was maybe not the best choice for Gotham but my car was still in the shop. I'd only moved to Gotham five years ago, but finding a job hadn't been a problem. Turning the corner to reach the station I bump into someone, hot coffee pouring down my jacket and white shirt.

"Hot!" I jerked backwards and stumbled. "Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!"

"Crap! Sorry Ma'am, I didn't mean to run into you!" I looked down at my ruined shirt and sighed. Great now I'd have to throw this one away.

"No It's okay, I really need to start looking where I'm going." I looked up from my shirt and was surprised to see the infamous Bruce Wayne towering above my small stature. The first thing that runs through my brain is 'He's way more attractive in person'.

"Still, I'm sorry anyhow." He gave me a dazzling smile.

"It's fine, can I ask your name?" I figured I should probably be polite to the person I'd just run into and it really had nothing to do with the fact that he was quite an attractive man.

"Bruce." He reached out his hand. "Bruce Wayne." It sounded like he half expected some sudden realization and fangirl. Rude. He wasn't that attractive.

"Heather Williams." I shake his hand. "Nice to meet you." I look down at my shirt one last time before buttoning up my jacket. "Well I really must be on my way to work. Oh and sorry again!" I point at the police station about a block down the street. Blue eyes are great and all but I think deep rich brown ones are better, but I might be biased.

He only smiled and nodded before bending down to pick up his dropped coffee cup. I moved around him and headed towards the police station doors. Stepping inside I head towards the back past my desk, approaching Jim's office. I knock and enter without waiting for an answer. Jim glances up and gives me a tired smile.

"Heather." He greeted, looking tired and worn to the bone.

"Jim." I laugh glancing at the table that was a mess of paperwork. "Someone had a late night. Hey listen do you have an extra shirt, I spilled coffee on mine on the way to work." He looked at me with a weird look before shaking his head and pointing to the locker behind him.

"Thanks a bajillion!" I grab the shirt and change before heading out to my desk. I worked as a detective for the GCPD. I started working here four years ago, and honestly I loved the job. Working in Gotham insured you had a never ending stream of cases and as someone who had no life outside of work I liked the idea of something to do. It got rather lonely when your two floored tiny town house felt like an empty mansion without another person to live there.

I still don't have a partner even after four years, it was mostly because almost no one stayed alive of worked there long enough to become a detective. It was also because I had a track record of working on cases that involved highly influential people, so while I was well liked, no one really wanted to be my partner.

The day passed with little comotion and before I knew it almost everyone had filed out except for Gordon who was approaching my desk now. "Heather, would it be to much to call in a favor?" He put his hand on the desk and ran his other hand through his hair.

"Depends on what this favor is."

"Well you see, I don't know that Batman is looking for some information on a criminal from forty years ago who was never put in the computerized system, but If I did I would tell you to avoid talking to him and definitely not to show him where this person he might be looking for is. That too much to ask?"

I give him a small smile. "Hardly. I've always been good at avoiding Batman anyhow." It was true enough, I'd never seen him, and I wasn't exactly the person who wanted to go looking for trouble in an alley.

"Thanks, I promised Barbra I'd try to be home at a reasonable hour tonight."

"Then you'd better get a move on because I'd hardly consider ten pm a reasonable hour." I stood and waved him out the door, taking the keys from his hand and saying goodbye. I sighed and sunk into my chair to wait for Batman. Moving to pull out my phone I suddenly realize it's not there.

Did I leave it somewhere? No I had it before I left home, but I don't remember using it all day. Oh that's great. I must have dropped it when I ran into Bruce Wayne, and there was no way it was still there. This is Gotham after all.

"It's just like me to lose my phone and not notice all day. I'm so stupid sometimes." Someone clears his voice behind me and I jump out of my seat. "Hell, you scared the ever living Irish out of me." Batman gives me a strange look but doesn't say anything. "Anywho, I was told you're looking for a criminal, how can I be of service?"