Dangers in the Dark

One Shot, One Chance 3.4

Holly POV

After I had finished all my work that afternoon, I decided to go out and stretch my legs for a bit. Barbara was extremely stressed with work so I thought I should get her one of those really nice coffees that she likes. Although I had the feeling that her stress also had something to do with Montoya's visit earlier.

I don't get why some cops are good while others are a bit... dodgy. My dad's one of the good ones and he always has been. Even if it does make him a bit over protective sometimes.

I remember when I was a little younger and dad took me to my first ever shooting range. It was great fun actually. He would always try to distract me and say that in real life there will always be distractions to ignore.

That was at least a year ago since our last trip there as I moved to Gotham and have yet to find time to find a good one.

As I was walking along the street, lost in my thoughts, I saw a picture of a man stuck on a lamppost. I immediately recognised him as the man from yesterday who had been with Cat. I sighed to myself as I thought back to how normal he looked when he was actually a killer.

I then turned from the picture and continued my walk, in peace, constantly having to resist the urge to drink some of Barbara's drink.

I had been so focused on not drinking the coffee that it took me a while to register who I was seeing. Stopping in my tracks, I narrowed my eyes slightly and then widened them.

Just across the road was the Balloonman, David Lamond, getting something out of a van. He then started to carry it around the back of an abandoned looking building. I realised that this was most likely the old Juvenile building that Cat was talking about yesterday.

To make sure that he didn't see me I ducked around a corner of an alleyway and pulled out my phone to call dad. I knew that it would be more likely to be answered if I called his work number. And anyway, if he didn't answer it, Harvey probably would.

One ring... two rings... three rings...

"Gotham City Police Department. James Gordon speaking," dad answered formally.

"No need for the formalities. It's just me," I said.

"Holly? Is everything alright?" dad asked.

"I'm fine, but erm... you know that Balloonman?" I said.

"Yeah?" dad replied.

"I know where he is," I told him, subtly poking my head around the corner to see if he was still there.

"What? Holly, where are you?" dad asked frantically.

"You remember that old Juvenile building that Cat was telling you about yesterday, and the one that that man was talking about. Well, I'm there," I explained.

"Ok. Holly get out of there and get back to the apartment. And well done again," dad said.

"I honestly have no idea how I'm this unlucky," I admitted.

"We can talk about that later, sweetheart. I'd better let Harvey know," dad said, just as I poked my head round for another look.

This time I saw something that looked like a small balloon stall being wheeled into the building and attached to it was a large white balloon.

"Dad, please be careful. I think he's got a balloon with him," I warned him.

"Ok, thank you. Now get out of there," dad repeated.

"See you soon," I replied before hanging up.

I made sure that the Balloonman wasn't paying attention to the street before clutching the drink tightly and rushing away to a better hiding spot.