"We're Gotham's Finest; we hold the fucking line."

"I am the police, and I'm here to arrest you. You've broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law. but I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathies, nothing you do will stop me...

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] -- On a scale of 'one' to 'less than the backside of a wild horse' how much do you trust the flowers girl?

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Look, Texas Ranger,  I don’t know where this is coming from, but leave her out of this. 

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Show me a cop that’s not a bigot, and I’ll show you a lying bastard. You included.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Keep walking.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Turn into the parking garage, and no matter what you hear? Keep walking, and then delete your text messages.

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: Chuck Norris] — … 

[Text: Chuck Norris] — I won’t even entertain you with an answer

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Got it. I’ll get back to you when I make it to the square. Okay?

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — You wanna see a real bigot?

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Go find one of those college kids who claim they don't see color.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Anyways, yeah. I can see you in the distance, and him.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] —  And the two watching him, fuck.

[a-brass-shield]

@agentofgotham started stalkin' you.

"What is it now, Gordon?" Speaking up as he turned around, not out of the precinct quite yet, no, he'd just entered the break room in dire need of coffee, wiping the fatigue from his eyes as he stared at the... Well, other cop. The honest cop, the decent cop that he probably admired as much as he hated him. They had to have at least one person walking a straight line, right?

[dontyouwanttorevupyourharley]

Harley looked at the man, her chest heaved uncontrollably."No! You don't understand! He is going to hurt my baby! H-He would make it suffer and we'd only make it there to see him kill it! We don't even know where he is!" she shouted, standing up as she continued to sob. "I sweat 'ta god!" she screamed. Her sadness slowly dwindled down, rage took it's place. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" she screamed as she stood there. Harley then would begin to daydream, her face motionless as the tears free fell from her eyes.

[a-brass-shield]

"No you ain't, Darlin'." Speaking aloud, speaking quietly, watching her as that rage took over, watching the darkness take over. "..Cause you ain't that person you need to be to kill somethin' like that." Not a man like that, somethin' like that. He didn't consider the Joker a person, but a thing. "..You're gonna get your Bud back, and I'm gonna handle that painted up spit fuck." Could he handle a man like the Joker? He'd almost handled him when he was still Jack Napier, not that he knew that, of course.

The cop felt his oats, and for a moment? He wasn't the hard-walking son of a bitch that was on every decent cop's shit list, he was a half-decent person. He felt his heart break for the woman, mostly because under the paint, the anger, she reminded him of his daughter.. And because of that? Well, he'd help her to the end of the line, because that's what he did, that was who he was. "...You walk away from this with your hands clean. You're not the woman I used to wanna put a slug in anymore." ..Grunting, as he begrudingly admitted that.

"...Your hands need to stay clean, Kid."

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] -- On a scale of 'one' to 'less than the backside of a wild horse' how much do you trust the flowers girl?

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Look, Texas Ranger,  I don’t know where this is coming from, but leave her out of this. 

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Lesbian, Dyke, whatever. Same shit to me.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Okay. How far are you from the square? 

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Your bigot’s showing. [Text: Chuck Norris] — With current traffic… [Text: Chuck Norris] — 13 minutes.

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Show me a cop that's not a bigot, and I'll show you a lying bastard. You included.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Keep walking.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Turn into the parking garage, and no matter what you hear? Keep walking, and then delete your text messages.

[agent-amare]

Elle sighed quietly and shook her head. “Right, bartop..” She repeated. “Thank you..Silas.. For agreeing to help me… I can’t tell you how important it is to me.” She was going to regret asking his help but Elle was desperate now, she was too used to disappointment and this…this had to go right. At least for once. 

She slipped her hands into her pockets, glancing behind her towards the street. “Shall I leave first then?” She asked, somewhere else in the city the wail of sirens could be heard from where they are. “Its just you and Jim who know I’m here… I expect to be assured that it will stay that way.” Otherwise she’d be a little less than furious and she’d have to use her own talents to ruin him. Which, unfortunately she was prepared to do. 

[a-brass-shield]

If she voiced that, he'd laugh, and loudly. He was so close to hitting bottom that he doubted if he'd even bounce.. None the less though, he nodded as he looked to the side, then back to her. "..Less people that know, the better. Though, in the future.. Just remember, three people can keep a secret, if two of'em are dead." An old Ben Franklin quote that'd served him better than he'd probably ever say, to be honest.

A lot better, than he'd ever probably say.

[a-brass-shield]

[dontyouwanttorevupyourharley]

A loud chuckle left her glossy onyx lips as he began shouting from behind her. “Ya right! I coulda but this is more fun!” she shout right back. She knew this had been more fun for her then him, which made it even more exciting. They’d run for a good ten minutes, through various alleys, then they’d come to a dead end. Harley would skid to a stop, a shocked gasp left her lips, her eyes widened in fear. “O…Oh no..” she mumbled as she approached the wall. The Joker left her a gift, his card to be précises. Harley would slowly flip the card around. ‘You have been a bad girl Harley.’ would be what had been on the card.  

The woman dropped the card, taking a step back. Lou would approach the card, sniffing it for a moment before he backed up whimpering. Harley would look to Lou, her eyes watering, then they’d shift behind her, looking at her new tag along. “I-I” was all that left her lips before she broke down into tears. Her knee’s buckled as she cried, Lou would come to her, licking her face softly. 

[a-brass-shield]

He seriously needed to quit smoking, and drinking, an-- Who was he kidding? He'd rather die of breathlessness before he did lack of smoking! He kept up with her, though his stride was just a little bit more slack than hers. He was a detective now, not a beat cop, he didn't have to run like he used to! Still though, he remained hot on the psychiatrist's feet.. Untill she stopped.

...It didn't take him long to figure out why she upset, not when he saw the card. He knew the card well. He'd seen it too many times.. Too, many, fucking, times.. Once upon a time ago, he and another officer, his partner at the time. They almost put an end to the joker. Fully intended on putting him on his knees in an abandoned lot and putting a magazine full of rounds into the back of his head, and letting that be that, but an ambush from his gang, stopped it.

...That didn't matter though, what mattered was the now, was the fact that a woman was on her knees, crying. ..And wordlessly? He was.. He was just shifting his leather jacket off of him, crouching, and wrapping it around the woman's shoulders, snugging an arm around her quietly."We'll get your Hyena back." Pause. Beat.

"...If I know anything about that prick, it's that he likes to draw things out, Darlin'. Means he's alive." ...Pretty bold undertaking, for a Hyena.

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] -- On a scale of 'one' to 'less than the backside of a wild horse' how much do you trust the flowers girl?

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Look, Texas Ranger,  I don’t know where this is coming from, but leave her out of this. 

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — I was tryna be politically correct. Ain’t that what you types press for?

[Text: YKMFNPTD] —M? F? White? Chinese? Or whatever? Be casual, but not too casual. They probably expect you to notice em.

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Then, call it what it is: lesbian! It’s not a bad word.

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Caucasian, male, from the looks of it.

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Lesbian, Dyke, whatever. Same shit to me.

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — Okay. How far are you from the square? 

[a-brass-shield]

”..Sure you do, you could have me grab the wrong man, or go hunting the wrong man.” With a dull expression as he just… Took her phone, if she let him, to study the face of her brother, looking from it to her and… He just handed the phone back. “…Keep your money.” Was all he said as his eyes focused on hers, watching her with that quiet look he had. “..I’ll get Lewis to talk, but once we start down this road? Once we light a fire under some of these people’s asses? We can’t stop. We see it all the way through.” She was a smart woman, he could tell much, she also wasn’t backing down.

That, and somethin’ struck a chord in him. He had a brother, a few of them, but the youngest? He went over to the sandbox and he didn’t come back, so hearing how she phrased it? He just looked to the side, thinking on what was to come in that quiet way he had before looking back and up to her. “..It’s gonna get ugly, Stranger.. Guess I could use a name.” Pause. Beat. “Somethin’, doesn’t matter. I don’t figure on you giving me your real name.”

He gave a heavy sigh, as if just.. letting it go, hoping she wasn’t lying to him as he let his hands rest by his sides.

[agent-amare]

"I’m not scared to light fires and burn people, sir. You must keep it in mind that I’m also not just another woman seeking help." She took her phone back and placed it in her pocket again. "Elle works." It was simple, it was her name and that’s all he needed to call her by. "I’m staying in Jim’s flat for the duration of my stay here…I’m assuming you know where that is?" She asked, Jim was nice enough to let her sleep over and to even feed her. Of course she did insist on paying him a bit for keeping her well fed and well out of the public eye. 

[a-brass-shield]

"Nope, but I can find it out easy enough." Oh, he knew where Jim lived, he was pretty sure Jim didn't explicitly know that he did, in fact, actually know that, though. He wasn't exactly hiding it, but he and Jim weren't exactly friends. They had disagreements on how to handle case investigations and life in general. "...You were never here, and the reason you've got my card ..." Bringin' out his wallet to pluck a card out and hand it over to her, before repocketing his wallet. "Is because you picked it up off of a bartop at one of the local dives." ..He didn't like things getting back to him.. But in all honesty?

He doubted he was gonna have much of a choice in the matter.

[agent-amare]

The thing with working at SHIELD is that you had people like him telling you want to do. Elle was a level eight agent and the head of her department. He might be scary, he might sound scary and she might terrify her but she wouldn’t show that to him. “My brother has been considered dead for five years now, it was recently that I got a small glimpse that he was still alive.” Dead men don’t check their emails or send them either. They were oddly worded and cryptic, she knew he was alive though. She only hoped she could find him in time. “I don’t think he’s in Gotham…Not someone like him but I know this man is. And he’ll know where Eric is and that’s what matters right now.” She looked up at him, he meant to scare her and Elle only raised an eye brow to him. “Believe me, Silas I do not have anything to gain with plotting against you or gain anything from lying to you. This means too much to me to lie.” She was scared shitless but this was not the place to show it. “A picture? No..not of the man..but of Eric yes.” She fished out her phone and pulled out a picture of him. “I have a name for your man though. Brandon Lewis.”  

[a-brass-shield]

"..Sure you do, you could have me grab the wrong man, or go hunting the wrong man." With a dull expression as he just... Took her phone, if she let him, to study the face of her brother, looking from it to her and... He just handed the phone back. "...Keep your money." Was all he said as his eyes focused on hers, watching her with that quiet look he had. "..I'll get Lewis to talk, but once we start down this road? Once we light a fire under some of these people's asses? We can't stop. We see it all the way through." She was a smart woman, he could tell much, she also wasn't backing down.

That, and somethin' struck a chord in him. He had a brother, a few of them, but the youngest? He went over to the sandbox and he didn't come back, so hearing how she phrased it? He just looked to the side, thinking on what was to come in that quiet way he had before looking back and up to her. "..It's gonna get ugly, Stranger.. Guess I could use a name." Pause. Beat. "Somethin', doesn't matter. I don't figure on you giving me your real name."

He gave a heavy sigh, as if just.. letting it go, hoping she wasn't lying to him as he let his hands rest by his sides.

[a-brass-shield]

….Gordon. The man’s face was bland as he looked down at the card and then released a heavy, heavy, sigh and just handed the card back to her, letting her take it. “…Jim’s a good guy.” Came that Kentucky accent as he confessed a truth. Jim was a better man than he was, but Jim wasn’t ready, not yet, to do the job that Silas did.. Silas wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t a decent man half the time. He ranged from an alright person to the worst parts of the bible, rolled into the embodiment of wrath. Perpetually angry and an alcoholic to boot, the man was fighting a war… But he was a warrior, wasn’t he? He wasn’t meant for the peace time.

”..Who’re you lookin’ for, and why do you need him?” Asking as he looked up to her, his brows furrowing.. “It’s desperate, if someone sent you to me.”

[agent-amare]

"He took my brother, I’d like to ask him some questions… Not so nicely." She explained. "Connected to a woman called Fish Moony, I need him alone and I need him to talk to me." She tapped her fingers against her arm gently. "I also need this done quietly, my…boss doesn’t know I’m here." She explained. "Nor is my brother just some civilian, he was apart of the Royal Marines. They said he was KIA but I have reason to believe he’s very much alive and I have it on good intel this man knows who has my brother." Elle didn’t stutter or look away from this man, she didn’t mess around when it came to her brother. 

"I’ll pay you whatever you want from me and supply what ever you need but I need this to be done quickly so I can leave this," Hell hole. "place." 

[a-brass-shield]

That was a lot of information to just drop on him, but he listened.. Hearin' who was involved, he just sort of sighed, and heavily, lifting a hand to rub at the bridge of his nose, still listening to every word the woman said, every thing she said.. Then? Then he just dropped his hand. "..If your brother's been gone over forty eight hours, then you should know right now, that he's likely not alive." He was sure Gordon would have told her that, but sending her to him? Heh, he just furrowed his brows since she just threw out whatever she could..

Whatever he wanted, huh? "...If your brother's here, then I'll find him. .. If you're lying to me though, if this is some scheme?" Asking her as he stepped forward, damn near glowering over her. "..There's no place for you to hide, and no refuge you can take." He didn't go further into details than that. "..You got a name for this guy? A picture? A picture of your brother?" Asking quietly, his voice more of a growl than anything.. 

He hadn't done anything stupid in a while, so why not?

[agent-amare]

a"I’m not good at anything really." Lie. "Someone told me to find you." She raised her eyebrows slightly. "You’re also easy to find but that’s another point." She reached into her purse. "Easy, just grabbing a business card alright." Elle watched his face, the last thing she needed was him pulling out his gun on her. "This is Jim Gordon’s card…He said you could help me find someone..And..when said person is found you were better at…find out information than he was." Jim was a good man, a light in the darkness that is this city. She produced the card and held it out to him. 

[a-brass-shield]

....Gordon. The man's face was bland as he looked down at the card and then released a heavy, heavy, sigh and just handed the card back to her, letting her take it. "...Jim's a good guy." Came that Kentucky accent as he confessed a truth. Jim was a better man than he was, but Jim wasn't ready, not yet, to do the job that Silas did.. Silas wasn't a good man, he wasn't a decent man half the time. He ranged from an alright person to the worst parts of the bible, rolled into the embodiment of wrath. Perpetually angry and an alcoholic to boot, the man was fighting a war... But he was a warrior, wasn't he? He wasn't meant for the peace time.

"..Who're you lookin' for, and why do you need him?" Asking as he looked up to her, his brows furrowing.. "It's desperate, if someone sent you to me."

[a-brass-shield]

agent-amare Is stalkin’ you.

"You wanna tell me why you’re followin’ me?" Came the growling baritone of that very pissed off cop as he stepped out from around that alleyway, having ducked into it when she was following it, for the express purposes of gettin’ behind her.

[agent-amare]

This was exactly why she didn’t do this sort of work. “Following you?” She first tried the dazed and confused question first. “I..I’m not following you? Big city, just a tad lost.” The Brit replied, she fiddled with her phone a moment looking nervous and she sort of was. Elle pursed her lips a little, looking at him. 

[a-brass-shield]

The Cop was no stranger to people following him, to people trying to track him. Being a Gotham City detective painted a target on his back and being a particularly nasty one broadened said target. "You really wanta play that, Darlin'?" Asking in his quiet, unassuming tone of voice, those brows of his knitting before he rolled his jaw, and hard, making it pop as he eyed the brit just like a dog regarded an intruder.

"You're good, but I'm better." He might've been delusional, he was certainly paranoid, if nothing else.

[a-brass-shield]

agent-amare Is stalkin' you.

"You wanna tell me why you're followin' me?" Came the growling baritone of that very pissed off cop as he stepped out from around that alleyway, having ducked into it when she was following it, for the express purposes of gettin' behind her.

[a-brass-shield]

"WHERE IS SHE!?" That voice was nothing less than a roar, something primal and deep that shouldn't have ever come a man. Fiery and animalistic, as if he was a throwback to when men were little more than beasts. He was a lion, striding into that jackal's den, his booted feet thudding over the spilled contents of the smug bastard's grocery bags, crunching a bag of lay's potato chips underfoot as he planted it there, using it to send his other flying into the downed man's rib cage, impacting it, and hard, hard enough that when the sound of ribs cracking resonated through the room, no one was surprised, not even the beat cop that guarded the door.

Detective Silas Arlo Tolliver wasn't a good man, he wasn't a nice man, but he was a necessary man. He had less than four hours to find that girl, to make sure she had her medicine, and this little worm of a predator wanted to delay him in finding her? No, he wouldn't. He'd break him, he'd make him submit. He lowered those hands up to his hair, gripping it as he hauled the man up and to his feet before dragging him towards the bathroom, the mountain of a cop was barely even deterred by the pedophile's overweight frame as he twisted his torso, whipping him through that door and sending him through it with a hard, gut wrenching CRASH-- "..You don't wanna talk, Friend? Come on, you were talking all kinds of shit when you thought I gave a fuck about those civil liberties you were braggin' abo-- STAY DOWN!" Another foot impacted him, slamming into those ribs again as Lionel Jameson, the history teacher who thought it was alright to kidnap little girls and subject them to things better left to horror movies, was back on the ground, yowling almost as he held his ribs.

"Is that what they did, Lionel? Cry? Did they cry for their mothers when you did what you did to'em?" His voice was barely human as he glowered over him. "You got one thing keeping me from putting a bullet in your head. ONE, THING. Tell me where she is, and I might not feed what's left of your body to those animals in Gen. Pop when they sentence you." When he heard a no get whimpered out?.. He was unholstering his revolver. The Beat cop who saw it was moving in, but Silas just slammed the door shut, Poor Lionel, he didn't even know what was going on until he heard the bullets hit the floor. Seven of them, the eighth was loaded back into that wheel gun, the cylinder spun, and he snapped it back in and crouched, shoving it into his swollen cheek.

"...You won't tell me? Fine. I'll make this easy. Where is she?"

"I don't know! I DIDN'T --" CLICK! 

Lionel's eyes grew wide as he turned, convinced now, but still blubbering. "BUT I--" CLICK! Lionel screeched, screaming for help as he held up his hands. "YOU CAN'T KILL ME. I'VE GOT A RIGHT TO A TRI-- CLICK! CLICK!"

"You've got four passes! Now there's a one in four chances that you don't make it, Lionel!" He was lowering that revolver, before lifting it back up, aiming it at him. squeezing the trigger an getting another click. "Oh shit, Lionel! that's one in three. Chances aren't so good, and I'm gambling m--"

"SHE'S AT MY STORAGE UNIT. IT'S UNDER MY MOTHER'S NAME, NEXT TO GRAND CENTRAL STATION. AUDREY'S STORAGE. PLEASE, GOD, STOP HIM! SOMEONE STOP HIM!" ...Silas just looked down at him, and lowered a hand to the radio on his belt, lifting it up. "A

ll Units in the area, respond. Rosita Esperanza, Age 9, reported to be held at Audrey's Storage, unit located under name of Marge Jameson. Proceed with caution." ...Then? Then he just leveled that revolver at him, quietly, his brows furrowing and his eyes narrowing. Lionel looked up at him, confused, whimpering.. Silas kept that revolver in his hand.. Seething as he watched him. "You know Lionel.. I've got a daughter myself."

[hecalledmeflowers-archive]

a-brass-shield has entered the lab

[hecalledmeflowers-archive]

"Mmm, don’t get my hopes up sweetheart, I’m more than you can handle," Raina smirked. Sighing, she moved to seat herself up on top of the sink’s countertop, letting her legs swing back and forth while she contemplated the situation.

"Yes, I realized that, thank you, I am not entirely stupid," the woman responded, somewhat tersely. "And it absolutely will matter if you can trace it, because doing even that little bit of your job will help me to figure out who’s behind all of this. Certain groups use certain methods in a job like this, and it can be an important piece of discovering what exactly is going on." This, Raina decided irritably, was why she’d turned to the Clairvoyant and people like Calvin, and not to law enforcement.

"I don’t care what you play, just make sure he keeps his hands off Montoya. And… don’t tell her about any of this. Not unless things get desperate."

[a-brass-shield]

"I'll tell her to watch her pretty, Mexican, ass; I won't tell her why." Mexican. Was Montoya even Mexican? He didn't know, he just assumed. He was an abrasive, ignorant, bastard sometimes.. No, more like every time. He didn't care... Those eyes of his, they just watched her with a strange sort of curiosity to them. "..Oh, I'll find out who they're workin' for, Darlin', but not your way." With a grunt given, he just scratched at his stomach through the fabric of his shirt. "They're expectin' you to do what you do, if they're after you. If you've got a means to do this the way you normally do? Don't." With a droll expression all his own.

He nodded towards the door, before looking back to her. "You stir up game from their grounds hard enough, and they're gonna leave, just like if you bait a trap, something's gonna come for it.. Now, if you found those cameras, then it stands to reason that maybe, just maybe, they're baitin' a trap for you. Maybe we oughta bait our own. I stalk Montoya for a bit, get her to run and set those dogs to chasin' her, yope one up myself, and we'll see what's what."

He hadn't the slightest clue if it'd work, but it seemed like it might work. "..Who knows, maybe pliers and an ice pick'll do it. Maybe them seeing you might make'em spill." She probably shouldn't have told him what she did!

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] -- On a scale of 'one' to 'less than the backside of a wild horse' how much do you trust the flowers girl?

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Look, Texas Ranger,  I don’t know where this is coming from, but leave her out of this. 

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — I don’t care about the fact that you munch grass, Montoya. Do you have a tail? Be subtle about it.

[montoyagcpd-blog]

[Text: Chuck Norris] — Grass? Don’t you mean carpet? And why is this relevant rn? [Text: Chuck Norris] — Fuck. How’d you know?

[a-brass-shield]

[Text: YKMFNPTD] — I was tryna be politically correct. Ain't that what you types press for?

[Text: YKMFNPTD] —M? F? White? Chinese? Or whatever? Be casual, but not too casual. They probably expect you to notice em.

[dontyouwanttorevupyourharley]

"I was just curious...You will?" she asked, shocked. "Uh...Okay I guess that works." she'd eye him, highly confused at this point. Why would he help her?  "Ya gotta promise not ta take 'em away. They are all I have left, ya know? Without them I'd be kinda lost." she respond as she looked down to Lou. "They seem like scary animals but they are the sweetest babies ever, are you~" she coo'd as she pet Lou's head. 

"Well, I can't really afford that. Since I left Missta J, Im kinda on my own...Tryin ta make the most honest livin I can. It aint easy." she'd pull a collar out of her pocket, red in color. "Lou baby, find Bud." she requested. 

Lou would sniff it, his tail wagging. Then he'd smell the air until he found a scent. He'd begin to make the bizzare laughing sounds Hyena's make as he began running towards where the scent led to. Harley began running after him, Bud's collar still in her hand. "Hurry up! Slowpoke!" she shouted back.

[a-brass-shield]

"I'm not go-- Hey, WAIT A MI-- DANG IT, WOMAN!" Shouting after her as he ran after her. Did he feel bad for her? Yeah, sort of. She was one her own, she was tough, but she was alone. He could understand how she felt, he believed, even as he felt his heart pounding in his chest as he ran after her, regretting not quitting his smokin' habit! Jesus, this broad could run! He was breathin' and breathin' hard as he ran after her until he caught up! "You coulda just said you were runnin' after your hyena from the get go!"

Of course, he didn't give her a chance, did he? She was the Harlequinn, the Joker's former right hand ma-- Woman? Eh! He'd seen cases like hers in the past, abuse and manipulation that wound up in a warped stockholm syndrome. Still, he just wished she couldn't run so fast! He felt the burn in his chest already! 

"You ever think about gettin' a smaller animal!?"