The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Batman's smirk disappears. "When my father first started his business he went by the Bard, now he just uses his regular name Taliesin. He practically owns the black market, he deals with everything and is involved in just about every big underground community be it Gotham, the mafia, even the league of assassins." I take the pot off the stove so it doesn't boil over.

"You know about the league of assassins?" Batman looks like he's simultaneously reevaluating me and gearing up for a fight. Seriously? You'd have to be straight up horrible at being a detective if you lived in Gotham and didn't know who they were.

"My father always enjoyed messing with Ra's al Ghul. Don't worry I'm not going to fight you." I take a seat and sigh, so much for leaving anything behind. "As a little girl I was trained to be his right hand man, my older brother and I were sent out to do all sorts of things. It wasn't until I was 22 I realised just what I was doing and up until five years ago I made excuses for it." I glance up to see Batman placing something else on the counter. It was rectangular and black with four buttons.

He looks me in the eye and it feels like the world stops spinning. "And you used the knowledge you had from your father's business to later try to take down crime lords."

I smile. "I am particularly proud of almost putting Carmine Falcone in jail." A feat practically unheard of and had cost me my car and as of now I've made a long life enemy. Another great step for a Gotham detective. Maybe one day I'd score at least getting him time in prison with bail.

He considers me. Maybe making an enemy out of Gotham's most notorious crime boss had an effect? Probably not. This was still Batman. "I will trust you for now."

Wait. Hold it. Rewind. Why the cheese was he trusting me? To be quite honest I wouldn't trust me, not that I was complaining. I'd take small miracles were I could get them. "Why?"

"Gordon is a good judge of character." What did that have to do with anything I'd just said. Gordon must have said something, or their was something Batman wasn't telling me. Most likely the latter. "The first button will let me know you need to contact me." He turns and leaves through the window and I sit for a while.

I had so many questions. What did the rest of the buttons do for starters, and what did he want me to do with the files he just gave me? Wait didn't I need to give him Harvey Dent's file? I glance over to my purse and the file isn't there. Well he took care of that one. I thought Batman was supposed to be a gentleman. Gentlemen don't go digging through people's purses.

"He did that on purpose didn't he....." I say to my half cooked pasta. I grab the rectangular button pushy thingy and move the file to the side. Too emotional. I need food.

The next morning my head was clearer and I sat at my kitchen counter. I open the files Batman left last night and begin reading through. It was all very jumbled and looked like notes that had been written by a four year old. There was something about a few different chemical components and materials that would contain the chemicals. At the bottom of one of the pages was a chemical made of three components I recognized.

It looked a little too like someone was trying to create a toxin that would seep into one's skin for my liking. Which narrowed down the possible known criminals to about half. Why did almost every criminal Batman ever fought have to use some version of a gas that either killed you or made you go crazy? Couldn't they be more creative. The discovery wasn't very helpful.

So I did what any smart Gotham detective would do. I went to find my cousin, who was conveniently currently staying in Arkham Asylum.