Gotham's Detective

Chapter 4

As Wade and Heather walked back inside the house, Wade said, "It's probably not a good idea to get on Bruce's bad side; he could hurt your career."

"I would like to see him try. I know I have more pull than he ever will. I know he cannot say he is personal friends with the United States President."

"No, you are probably right," Wade nodded as they headed up the stairs, donning masks as they did so.

"I didn't think so," Heather claimed as they walked into the bedroom where the girl's body had been.

Two of the officers were just finished gathering evidence and taking pictures when the two of them walked in.

Heather waited for them to step aside and then asked for a flashlight. Wade handed one over, and Heather went into the closet.

"Ugh," she groaned. It smelled worse in the closet, and she was wearing a mask.

"Pretty bad, huh?" Wade asked her.

"It is awful," she admitted, "this mask isn't even helping."

"Just come out every couple of minutes to breathe," he told her.

"You had better believe I will," Heather stated.

She shone the flashlight around the closet and found hair on the closet wall, that the two officers had missed, most likely from the girl. She asked for an evidence bag, which Wade handed over. She picked off the hair and then looked around. The stench was so awful. How could one body make such a smell? Heather shook her head and stepped out of the closet. "Wade, it really stinks in there, like there was more than one dead body. One body a few days old shouldn't smell that bad," she said. "Can you find me a different mask? I need to check the attic. I noticed there was a trap door in the closet."

"I've got a better mask in my car; I will be right back," Wade stated.

He ran out of the room, and suddenly Heather heard a noise behind her, she turned and tried not to roll her eyes, instead, she sighed. "What are you doing here?" she asked the caped man in front of her.

"I heard there were two murders here; I came to see why."

"You can't help us now, Batman. You should have been here before the two people died, yes?"

Batman winced.

"I was busy."

"Yes, I am sure you were," Heather rolled her eyes this time.

"You don't want me here?"

"What good are you? As I said, you are of no use to me, unless you can find the men behind this mess."

"How did the two of them die?" Batman asked, ignoring her question.

"Don't you know already? I am sure you asked Grisham."

Batman frowned.

"I want to hear it from you, detective," he said in frustration.

"Why? Are you afraid Grisham lied to you?"

"I want to help," Batman growled, "now are you going to let me? Or not? I can just leave and not worry about finding out who is responsible for all the deaths lately."

"If you must know, the man died from a gunshot wound to the head. He knew his attacker though, because the gun left residue on the guy's head, and I am assuming the girl was his girlfriend, and she was poisoned."

"Where was she found?"

"In the closet, stuffed there, like a long forgotten toy."

He nodded. "More girls are dying."