Poisonous

Chapter 22 - James Gordon

"Put your hands up where were can see them!" One cop shouted.

They were already halfway up so I don't see why he was shouting. I put my hands all the way up.

"I'm not here to fight. I just want to have a small chat with Commissioner Gordon. It's about what happened tonight," I said very calmly.

Two cops exchanged glances at each other before lowering their guns. That didn't make the others lower theirs but two guns out were better than no gun out. The two cops grabbed each of my wrists and made me walk up a set of stairs. I felt the guns still on me but didn't look back. One wrong move and I was done.

I sat in an interrogation room. A table sat in front of me with a chair on the opposite side of the table. My hands were handcuffed to a bar that was in the center table. There was a mirror on one wall, which (from watching TV) was actually a one way window. Commissioner James Gordon say across from me.

After much convincing from the police to the commissioner, I was allowed to see him. Under certain circumstances, of course. The room was silent. I let out a small cough.

"Poison Oak, why did you come down to the station?" Commissioner Gordon started.

"I came here to prove my innocence. I did not steal any money. Maybe back in, like, first grade I found a dollar on the sidewalk, but I wouldn't call that stealing. Plus, there's no evidence that I was on 34th Street."

"There was witnesses, and there was this." Commissioner Gordon bend down and picked up a laptop. A video was up. He pressed play.

The video was of a girl that looked like me robbing a bank. It wasn't me. It was hard to see because the video was from surveillant camera, but I still could see it wasn't me.

"Let me ask you this, Commissioner. What time was this video taken? 8:35? Because at 8:35 I was with Robin. Please, you have to believe me. Deep down, I'm a normal girl who wants a normal life. You gotta see that. I wouldn't have come all this way to confess if I was guilty. And I could have easily removed these handcuffs and broken free. I guess you already knew that. It was a test, wasn't it?"

Gordon didn't answer. I continued speaking.

"I can take you down and rip the building apart if I wanted to. But I'm not because that's not who I am. I am not my mother," I snarled.

The air was tense. I wanted the commissioner to say something, anything.

"I believe you."

Okay, so maybe I wasn't expecting that.

"Huh?"

"I. Believe. You."

"I've got more proof if I need to show you," I said.

"There's no need. I've got the proof I need to show you're innocent."

"But I barely talked!"

"Who said you were the first to come in here?"

Dang it, Damian Wayne!

"Oh, okay. Can I make a few requests?" I asked. Commissioner Gordon nodded. "Please don't make a big deal about this. And I don't want the press to make a big deal about it. There's enough superheroes in Gotham with the Batfamily around. I'll just be your second in command person. Do the small jobs."

"Is that all?"

"No. I want out of these handcuffs."

"Very well."

He took out a key and unlocked the handcuffs. I think I pulled on them once or twice because my wrists were bleeding.

"Thanks again for, uh, everything. I promise I won't be a bother anymore."

I opened the door and walked out of the room. I got some stares as I ascended down the hall. Not as many as before which was good. I walked out to the streets. Downtown Gotham City was lit bright and colorful. It reminded me of the night Olivia died.

I hid behind an apartment building and transformed back into my civilian clothes. I called Damian.

"So, I heard what you did. You didn't need to," I spoke into the phone.

"A simple 'thank you' will do," he replied.

"Thank. You."

"You are welcome."

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"Goodbye, Damian. I have to go."

"Bye, Eva."