The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Once at work I look at the load of paperwork and groan. I turn around to glare at everyone and watch them as they try and fail to hide their snickers. Of course they'd all taken the opportunity to pass off their workload to someone else. I would have too.

The day is slow in passing and by seven Gordon is heading over to my desk with a file in hand. He places it in my hands and addresses me as I flip through it. "That's everything I have on Harvey Dent. Get it to Batman." He walks away without another word. The same pain from this morning shoots through my gut but there's nothing I can do. I'd be hurt if I were in his position too.

"Wait...What does batman want with Harvey Dent? As far as I know the man's as clean as a whistle." I call out, turning in my chair.

Gordon shrugs. "No clue. He knows more about this whole villain business than I."

I stand and cross the room. "But Harvey Dent has never even visted Arkham, let alone been recorded for a parking violation." Which was saying something, because let me tell you. Everyone had parking violations in Gotham, I mean by the lower east side seeing cars parked on the sidewalk was commonplace.

He looks off to the side, hand scratching his head. He looks back at me with a smile, his hand patting my shoulder. "Still no clue. Why don't you find out for me?" He turns and heads out the door.

I watch him go before stopping. "Wait! Gordon! How am I supposed to get a hold of him?"

"I don't know? You're the one dating him! Figure it out!" He called out, door slamming behind him.

"Gordon! I'm not dating him, and he didn't give me a big signal to summon him or anything!" I sigh realizing it's useless and Gordon's just a little too happy with me being the one stuck trying to figure out how to contact him. Speaking of.... How does Batman contact Gordon? Gordon-signal? I don't even know anymore.

I head home, realizing my car was probably done and I could stop by tomorrow morning and get it back. As I open the door I groan. Well, I'd found Batman.

"Alright Jackie Chan, what do you want?" I close the door behind me, turning on the light and moving toward the kitchen.

Batman appeared from the shadows. "Heather Williams. It's strange, there isn't any record of you before five years ago. Anywhere." HIs eyes narrowed at that last part and I roll my eyes.

"This is Gotham, there are plenty of people who live here that don't have records." I put my keys a purse on the counter. "Try again Sherlock."

"You didn't pass any of the basic courses that the police put you through, including the tryouts for bomb squad." The implication was that if I had lied about my abilities to the police, I could be lying to him. To his credit, he wasn't wrong.

"Let's cut the crap and get to the point." I pull out pasta and a pot. "You want to know if you can trust me." Batman moves closer setting files down on the counter.

"Can I?" He says it as if he expected this from me, a smirk stretching across his face.

I sigh. What the hell have I gotten myself into. I leave the pot of heating water on the stove and dig through my purse trying to find the paper from last week. It's folded in a small pocket. I hand it over. "Here, I'd been meaning to give this to you, but it slipped my mind during our last crisis. It must have fallen out of the Fenway's file when you so rudly snatchhed it from me."

He takes it, unfolding it and glancing it over. "Do you know this.... Bard?"

"Unfortunately yes." Batman looks at me, obviously expecting me to explain. "He's my father."