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You gave me the plague!
Thoughts whirled through the gruff Lt.’s head “Damn I hate internal Affairs. Backstabbing Vultures knew detective Sanders was Falcone’s pocket cop for six months before yesterday’s bloodbath. Three cops died in that raid, ‘little Jimmy’, that new rookie, wasn’t even old enough to buy his self a drink. He begged me for the assignment to the raid, it was supposed to be a cake-walk anyways, said he wanted to sock away some easy hazard pay so’s his wife didn’t worry so much about the new little one that they just took home from Gotham General.
‘course I’m part-ways to blame too, we knew there was a rat on the squad, just couldn’t sniff him out in time to let this opportunity go to waste. Shouldn’ta backed him into a corner with all them pussyfoot raids that we knew wasn’t gonna get a conviction on him anyways. I mean we learned a lot about their networks and organization when the lights went on and the roaches would scatter… but if I’d known the cost, I never woulda sent my boys out on those runs in the first place.”
“The vultures were sqwak’n at me for their pound o’ flesh, but they wanted me to be the one to dirty my hands with fetching him. On top of that they had the gall to ORDER me to do it all quiet like so’s not to raise a public stink for the department.” The barrel of a man heaved himself with a grunt out from behind his relatively cramped desk opening the door of his office to head for the open floor of the detectives’ bullpen.
The whole way there the no nonsense Lt. is trying to find the flowery words he needs to get this piece of $#!& into his office. Phrases like “Sanders, you’re needed in my office” or “Sanders got some reports with your name on ‘em on my desk.” And there he sat, twirl’n in his chair laugh’n at some joke in a $6000 brand new tailored set of threads. Had the gall to put the mourning band across his over-polished shield ‘in support’ of the grieve’n families of those that gave their lives in the line of duty.
Sanders looked casually over at him… “Watcha want Leu?”. Harvey stopped, he knew what he should say… what he NEEDED to say to keep the vultures happy… but what came out instead was… “that’s a fancy new coat the’ <there> Sanders… you get it with lil’ Jimmy’s blood-money?” Then everything was a haze of red and wetness.
By the time Bullock was aware of himself again six SWATs were dragging him off the bloody pulp that might have been Sanders in that $6000 monkey suit. Later he found out that Sanders would be breath’n and eat’n and poop’n outa tubes for the rest of his scumbag life. Days passed, maybe a week, hard to tell when you was locked down in isolation… he was noth’n like that roided up Luciador…wasn’t he…well, after Sanders… maybe he was… He’d just flushed their best lead on Falcone in years, and he knew it. They were gonna give that sellout a coushie buyout package now and call it “retirement”. And to top it all Falcone would skate again! Because of the loop hole that he had just handed the defense attorney. Some time later, Smith and Johnson show up in full tactical gear with the hands and ankles rig to escort him, as politely as they can muster to the Commish’s office. Gordon stared across the room at him, the prisoner’s orange adding a new layer of shock to his already heartbroken face. “Even if I wanted to let this slide Harvey, I CAN NOT make this go away for you. There were too many witnesses, fellow cops, the stink is too big. This is a God-****** disaster Harvey, the press is jumping around like pigs in slop and the IA lawyers are running the table with this one. They want your shield Harvey, and they want you locked up.” His face softened a bit “I say to hell with ‘em, they don’t know the streets like you and me, off the record, Sanders got what he deserved. I was even thinking of calling our night watchman friend to sneak a little something sour and distasteful down his feeding tube. We both know he never woulda gone to trial. I gotta take your shield from you Harvey, they won’t let me outta that one.” Harvey’s face drooped. “But they never said I couldn’t give you your old one back. You were always a better detective than a paper pusher anyway. And with that sadsack now retired I got an opening in my bullpen right in the heart of Falcone’s territory. Whadda ya say Bullock, disgraced early retirement? Or one last chance to show the world, and to show me that my years of faith in you weren’t wasted?”
Harvey smiled with a gleam of hope, not sure if pounding pavement again was a punishment, or Christmas in July. “Wipe that silly grin off your face Bullock! I’m still sending you away for a few weeks, get your face outta town until things cool a bit… Speaking of cooling…” Gordon slapped a brochure down on his desk “You’re going to a MANDITORY police brutality and anger management seminar.”
With a groan Harvey took the badge and the brochure “Fair enough Commish, I’ll see you after I learn to get all touchy feely.” Smith and Johnson stared at each other through their face shields as Bullock turned to face them. “Hey ya boys, my suit back from the Dry cleaners yet? And can we get these bracelets off, they’re start’n ta chafe.” Gordon barked out “You heard the detective officers!” Still bewildered Smith rushed to comply whilst Johnson let out a peel of laughter exclaiming “God you gotta love Gotham”.
Weight: 248 Lbs
Blood Type: Yes
Brilliant Detective Skills
Walter weight boxing level skill
Lesser sleep requirements (Stakeout and Surveillance specialist)
Police Academy, Detective, and Lieutenant’s training, anti-super villain and vigilante tactics experience.
Office skills and administrative bureaucracy experience.
Fedora, trench coat, bullet proof vest, toothpicks, nicotine patches, service weapon, collapsible fighting baton, police motor-pool reject automobile, cellphone.
WELL SHE TURNED ME INTO A NEWT.
...I got better.
DAMN YOU FOR BRINGING THAT FREAKSHOW isabella!!!
NUUUU! I LOVE ISSABOO!
And I firmly stand by the fact that I love her too.
DAMNIT DIANA! D:< YOUR SLEEPING HABITS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!
ZOMG...OCHA IS SICK? I AM SICK AS WELL. FFFFFFFFFFFFF.
DIANA! HEY, DIANA!
Goddamn it. I had a hate-on-diana thread WAAAAAAAAAAY before this was trendy.
Only mine involved Diana being a lesboo and Asmo being gay.
Rory was a woman, btw.
T_T I miss the C-Box.
(THIS IS ALL DIANA'S FAULT)
Do you like to twist the bendy bits too?
DIANA KILLED MY FATHER, AND RAPED MY MOTHER.
She scarred me for life with disgusting references to my brother's...JUST EWWWWWWW!!! Oh the humanity, DAMN YOU!
Damn you danna! you give us no real reason to blame you for anything!
ALL WE HAVE IS THIS WARM FUZZY FEELILING I THINK THEY CALL IT "thanks and admiration" WHATS THAT EVEN MEAN?
YEAH, DAMMIT DIANA. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE US INVENT REASONS TO BE ANNOYED AT YOU 'COS YOU'RE SO DAMN NICE IN REALITY.
DIANA, GAWD! STOP COCK BLOCKING MY ROLEPLAYING WITH HEADACHES AND REAL LIFE OBLIGATIONS! D:<
Diana, it's time for you to GET DOWN~
uso mo yume mo ima mo dou demo ii~
futari de issho ni sugosu WINTER NIGHT
yasashi KISS wo shite hoshi ni negai wo kakete~
Kako WO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O WASURE~
You know, if Paorou broke into anime songs at things people say he'd be the life of the party.
DIANA SUCCUMBED TO MY AMOROUS ADVANCES IN HER OFFICE! AND THEN DENIED IT REPORTED ME TO HUMAN RESOURCES!!!
SHE MAKES ME USE >:D AND D:< FACES ALL THE TIME EVEN WHEN I DON'T INTEND TO!