Chapter Twenty-Six.

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It would take months for everything to fall into place but you were willing to put in the work. Gotham desperately needed to be cleansed from the murderers, rapists, and arsonists that prowl the streets at night, putting innocent people at risk. You knew that honest, good hearted people could very well die under the given circumstance, but you believed in killing a few to preserve the salvation of many.

With a ball point pen in hand and a phonebook placed next to you, you began to scribble down names of what you figured were trust worthy businesses. Yes, a phonebook. Remember, this is Gotham. Need an assassin? That falls under A.  What about a professional hacker? You got it, falls under H. You were looking for someone to help you create multiple bombs to place around the city. So far, your search was unsuccessful. You have been scanning the pages of the phonebook for awhile and you couldn't stand to read anymore names, phone numbers, or addresses. Your eyes were burning. In a moment of frustration, you threw your pen at the wall. After a few minutes of slouching on the couch, you went over to the other side of the room to pick up your pen.

Conveniently, as you were standing up, there was a quiet knock at the door. Not making an effort to hide your obvious dismay, you shuffled to the door and opened it with clear annoyance. Rubbing your temples you said, "look, I'm busy. What do you need?" Just now opening your eyes, you realized that it was Jervis at the door. You felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Oh Jervis I'm sorry. Please don't mind my shitty attitude. I'm just tired is all. Come in." With a small nod, Jervis came inside and placed a small piece of paper onto the coffee table. You took a quick look over your shoulder and noticed the paper. In a nonchalant tone you said, "is that another poem?" "No my dear, it's a name of someone who may be able to help you with your endeavor." Taking a few strides forward, you read the name aloud, "Ian Hargrove." Jervis began to further explain who he was. "He is an acquaintance of mine. The man has an uncanny talent for making explosives. I'm sure that he would be willing to help you out, at the right price of course." Nodding your head, you picked up the piece of paper and threw it next to your phonebook.

"So what can I do for you Jervis?" You instantly remembered why he was here. "Wait, the poem. That's right. Let me grab it." As you turned around to get the poem from your bedroom, Jervis stopped you. "(Y/N), are you alright? You seem out of sorts." "Hmh? Oh, I'm fine Jervis. Don't worry." He could see right through you but he decided that he wouldn't persist. Returning with the poem in hand, you gave it to Jervis. "Can I read this now?" He asked. You looked down and started playing with your hands nervously. "Sure." He unfolded the paper and began to examine it. When he was done reading, he walked over to you and unexpectedly pulled you into a tight hug. "It was an honor getting to know you." Taking a few steps back he continued. "Even though we aren't romantically involved anymore, I still want us to keep in touch. Please promise me that we will." A moment of intense silence passed. "I promise." He motioned you to step closer. "We have to make this official." He said as he let out a laugh and extended his pinky. The mood in the room was instantly lightened. You gave him a confused look. Was this man serious? A pinky promise? You haven't done that since grade school! You let out an unintentionally loud laugh. You still found his child-like eagerness very sweet. In a sarcastic tone you said, "My god! A pinky promise?! I think you've gone mad! But, I did promise you so..." You extended your pinky and interlocked it with his. Both of you let out a small giggle.

"I believe that it's time for us to depart. I wish you luck on your mission (Y/N). I believe in you. You will do great things for Gotham. Giving the city a chance to rebuild itself is exactly what it needs and you as its protector will ensure nothing but success." After placing a quick kiss on your cheek, he headed for the door. You stopped him. "Jervis, hold on!" He turned around. "Where are you headed?" "Connecticut." You tilted your head, perplexed. "Why Connecticut?" His response made you smile instantly. "It has one of the best mental health facilities in the world. It's time for me to get help."

With a kind and glowing smile you said, "Wow I...I don't know what to say." You really didn't. You were completely speechless. "No words are needed, your face says everything that I need to know." A brisk exhale left your nose. And with that, Jervis gave you a final, lovable wave and smile, leaving you to carry out your scheme.

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