This choice: Harley stays for the after-party, having been put into police custody. • Go Back... “I don’t know why we even have these things anymore.” Commissioner Gordon shook his head, “Same thing every year, different gimmick.”
Police quickly took things back under control after Harley was taken down. Her men may have had bigger guns, but Gordon’s had a better shot. It didn’t take long for everything to settle back to normal—or at least as normal as anything got in this city—as some of the other cops who hadn’t been able to attend the Policeman’s Ball made their way to the scene. Even Bruce Wayne managed to show back up, once the danger was over of course.
Commissioner Gordon stood next to Harvey Bullock, a large unshaven man who often reeked of alcohol. Tonight was no exception. Despite the fact that he hadn’t been invited to the event, which meant he was probably drinking on-duty again. Everyone was taking statements and giving their account of the events while Montoya helped Harley into a pair of handcuffs.
“I just don’t get it, Commish.” Harvey scratched his greasy head as he looked over the destroyed ballroom, “Why would the Clown pull something like this?”
“Why does he do anything, Harvey?” Gordon let out a sagely puff of exhaustion from underneath his ginger mustache, “A room full of cops, and we just allowed ourselves to be taken hostage like this. We just handed everything over to a young woman in a bat costume… we’ve got to be better than this.”
“Mm… say what you want, Commissioner, but I’m… mm… feeling much better now. At least now that my face is all clean, anyway.” Officer Sennett said through a mouthful of crème, a big dollop of the stuff still left on her index finger. The blonde woman placed it in her mouth and suckled on it dreamily before releasing it, somehow astonished at the expressions on the two incredulous veterans of Gotham City. “What?”
“Are you nuts, Sennett?!” Harvey bellowed, “How could you eat that? From what I hear, you should be the last person in this room who could go for some pie right now!”
“Geez, Bullock, it’s no big deal.” Officer Sennett rolled her eyes, “So your little clown guy threw a pie in my face. You’re talking to the girl who made it through a Captain Cold bank robbery.”
Officer Sennet licked her lips before chuckling to herself.
“I really don’t understand why everyone was so freaked out. I mean if that’s the worst guy in Gotham City, I think I’ll be okay for now.”
Harvey made a noise that signaled he was beyond words with the greenhorn officer, and made a lunge towards her as she turned away satisfied with herself. Gordon outstretched an arm and put it across Harvey’s chest stoically, his head hung low.
“Let it go, Harvey.” Gordon said, raising his glasses to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “Let’s just be thankful that this was one of his harmless days…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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