Unfortunately for John, she remembered him.
He must have been relatively new when he had been called to the scene. Horror had flitted across everyone's faces, but it remained on his. Seventeen years old and she was accused of her parents' brutal murder. Charise remembered the accusatory looks and being dragged up from her knees, still dry-heaving with her head bowed. The rookie-- John-- had handcuffed her and kept her upright.
She held some resentment toward him, but she owed him a great deal. Without being sent off to Arkham Asylum, she would not have learned how to channel her rage into something useful. She had punished Lukas and was working toward cleaning up the city as no one else was willing to. For her, it was morally right-- and though most of the other vigilantes were apt to disagree, the police turned a blind eye and tagged the criminals in the morgue.
Some officers went a step further. On nearly every beat, she had police officers on her payroll to point her in the direction of villains and petty criminals alike. Beside the generous stipend she offered them, there was the added benefit of their beats having fewer criminals. In the rare event someone spring a trap and she wasn't able to get there, it was an easy grab instead of a long chase. As far as she was concerned, she was a champion to the GCPD.
Blake had a beat she had a tenuous grasp on, and she would be lying to say it wasn't also a quest for personal satisfaction. He was one of the few clean officers; no record she could find. Another detective scoffed at the notion of her getting him to dirty his hands. Perhaps they did not realize that every man had a price and that guilt was a powerful tool.
She had waited patiently within the building, listening to him slam his car door. He was timely, she would give him that much. She allowed him a few moments before she walked the maze to the entrance. Her reflection warped and distorted in the mirrors and the dim lighting as she paused in the doorway. He had brought his gun-- not that she was particularly surprised.
"Thank you for meeting me here, Detective Blake," she began. From the angle of her stance, she seemed taller and broader than she was. He was not particularly intimidating, but a physical advantage would work for her for the time being. "Timely. Prompt. I appreciate that," she added, pressing her gloved hands together. Charise inhaled, pressing her hands against her hips.
"I will not waste your time. I have a proposition that would be mutually beneficial. I would like for you to report crimes and suspicious activities to me along your beat. In return, I will give you a weekly stipend," she explained. "I have been keeping Gotham safer for the last three months and I would like to expand my range further. I ask benign neglect from you to my methods."
She did not think he would be particularly easy to sway."Terms are negotiable. I have no malicious intent toward you. I would just like to lessen your load."
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