Dangers in the Dark

Mooney's Nightclub 1.2

By the time that Dad and Harvey had finished up at the crime scene, I had dozed off in the car and the sun had started to rise. Obviously, we never had the chance to have our Chinese Takeaway last night so Dad agreed that we could go out for breakfast instead. Harvey decided that he wanted to tag along too.

When we reached the diner, Harvey led us over to the stools at the counter because, and I quote:

"Sometimes the lazy bastards leave people's food in front of you. If you're sneaky enough, you can just about take as many fries as you want or even a whole onion ring."

Genius in the making, am I right?

I sat on the left side of my Dad while Harvey sat on his right. One thing about my father that you should know about, is that he isn't a very good whisperer.

"Shouldn't we be there when they move the victims?" Dad whispered to Harvey, who was shaking off his jacket.

"Why? Listen, hotshot, do me a favour. Don't start talking to witnesses until I say so," Harvey told him.

"Technically, I was the one who started talking to your witness," I said.

"That's even worse," Bullock pointed over at me.

"What's your problem?" Dad asked, not bothering to whisper it seeing as I was already joining in on their conversation.

"My problem, soldier boy... you just caught us a gigantic flaming ball of crap," Bullock replied.

"Oh, yeah? How's that?" Dad asked.

"You ever heard of Thomas and Martha Wayne?" Harvey asked us.

"Yeah, sure. The Wayne Foundation," Dad remembered.

"Yeah, two of the richest and most powerful people in Gotham. You can't even begin to imagine the pressure if we don't close this quick," Bullock explained.

"So let's close it quick," Dad decided.

"Yeah, right. This is a random street robbery, Holmes. Perp could be any one of 10,000 mopes out there," Bullock said.

"I just feel sorry for the kid, Bruce. I don't know what I'd do if I were in his shoes," I admitted.

"You won't ever have to," Dad told me firmly.

The three of us remained silent for a bit until I heard Harvey mutter, "Oh, crap."

I turned to my left to look at the door and saw two people walking over to us. There was a man and a woman and they definitely looked like they meant business.

"Order up," The cook called out, but it wasn't to them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Montoya and Allen. Major Crimes Unit," Bullock said sarcastically, as the woman sat on his right and the man came and sat on my left. "This is my new partner, Jim Gordon and his daughter, Holly."

"Nice to meet you," Dad said politely, while I offered them a small smile.

"Hi, Harvey," The man, Allen replied.

"You're on the Waynes, huh?" Montoya spoke bitterly. "It's a terrible thing."

"Yeah," Harvey agreed.

"Any leads?" Montoya asked.

"Just getting started," Harvey said bluntly, taking another gulp of his drink.

"I'll be straight. You want us to take it off your hands?" Allen asked.

I looked over at Harvey and Dad and could see that Harvey was considering it, and so could my Father.