#commissionerjg

[kitemanxhellyeah]

@commissionerjg

Opening hours were for losers. 

Chuck needed some supplies to make his Kite-Copter (it was a work in progress, the name was subject to change) and he was gonna pay for the stuff he needed but he’d had a creative binge at 3am and the shop wasn’t open... So he’d got his costume on and flown to the roof and snuck in that way, wandering around the place with a trolley full of random metal pipes, rubber hoses and other paraphilia that he’d need to get this project off the ground, (heh flight pun). 

He was just finishing when he heard the door burst open a familiar voice yelling at him. Chuck blinked a few times before turning around with a huge grin on his face, “Commissioner! I heard you were in town! How’s the family? Seen Batman lately? We were kinda tight back in Gotham.” he said with a sigh, “I kinda need this stuff soooooo can we take a reign check on the whole arrest things this time around? I’ll let you get me next week instead!”

[onehellofalawyer]

@commissionerjg

Foggy gulped, meeting people you were certain didn’t like you (even if it was some weird magical crap that caused it) was never fun. So he’d fallen back on tried and tested methods: bribery and a submissive attitude. How he’d manage to wrangle an appointment with the commissioner was down to calling in a lot of favours and he couldn’t afford to mess this up! Since he was now pretty determined to take on this DA gig he needed the support of the police to be in with a strong shot. 

He knocked on the door and entered with what appeared to be a fruit basket under one arm and a big grin on his face, “Hi,” he said meekly, “Okay! Before you throw me out or just beat me up or lock me in a cell, hear me out!” he added quickly, “I have a gift!” The fruit basket (full of cigarettes a good bottle of whiskey and a few oranges for luck) was presented, “And I need to talk to you about something really important for the city!”

[inthenameofnova]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Outside Police Station With: Jim @commissionerjg

Jihl had been loathe to reenter the city while still healing but was too well now to put it off any longer. Though her shoulder still twinged with the bullet Deathstroke had put into it she walked as though she felt no pain. Dressed to look perfect, as usual, the dress, heels and makeup felt like a kind of armour all in itself as she left the police station.

What had happened with Grayson was still causing her concern and using what little clout she had left and some choice threats, she’d finally managed to get a hold of the police’s files on the incident. There was information here she needed and it was easier to get in person.

Making her way back towards her car she stopped, feeling someone’s eyes on her. Jihl had a gun tucked into her jacket and the weight was comforting as she turned to see who was watching her. “If it’s all the same you I’d rather not have a brawl in the street.”