Justice For All

[det-montoya.livejournal.com]

Crime. It doesn't stop. And neither do the cases that find their way to her desk. Each day it's a cup of coffee and hit the ground running. The less time at the desk, the better. Answers don't provide themselves. Legwork. Investigation. And lots of it. That's how the crimes get solved.

Why then is she still here? Why then does she have eyes only for the board? Names in black and red. Victims. Cases in progress. A tool used by all in the bullpen for organizational purposes. In the column assigned to her? A line still reads: MITCHELL.

She hasn't brought herself to erase it yet. Nothing about the outcome sits well. Sure. Mitchell probably got what he deserved. That doesn't settle the uneasiness that rests in the pit of her stomach though.

Corruption. Even to this day they battle the reputation. It once had a grounding in fact. Cops on the take. Blind eyes turned on deals big and small. No more. Not since Gordon. How easy it would be to return to that. Does Rooker, even in death, signal the beginning of something sinisterly familiar?

The burning in her stomach flares. Must have had one too many cups of joe. She rises from her chair and turns her back on the board. MITCHELL can wait one more day.

The game's afoot

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

The parking garage, scene of the ADA's abduction, is cordoned off as Omen and Nightwing arrive. There are curious people milling around (and some are understandably frustrated, unable to use the facility), but for the most part, the timing is good -- people have to be at work, after all. Troia and Arsenal are doing their own legwork to try and find where Vale might be hiding the guy. The question that occupies Nightwing's mind right now is, is a ransom going to follow? If they'd wanted to kill him, they would have done that outright, and with more finesse. Vale's smart. He's not going to kidnap someone unless he thinks he can gain from it somehow, use him as a bargaining chip, or get some kind of deal that will let him get out of this investigation for good.

Nightwing cuts the Ducati's engine, and looks for the officer in charge of the crime scene.

Limitations

[anotherknight.livejournal.com]

The road to recovery is not an easily traveled path. Expectations currently exceed ability. A constant battle is the result. It rages between strength of will and the limitations placed on him by the physical. Every day brings progress. It isn't enough however to satisfy.

Sweat covers his brow and torso. A faint pain has returned to his stomach. Every signal reaching his brain says the workout should come to an end. Still he pushes. Walking eight miles on a treadmill is normally a simple warm-up.

Normally.

Clouds Gather

[demonshead.livejournal.com]

The Eighteen Hands of Lo-Han. It was the foundation of the arts he developed over a lifetime, his first lifetime at any rate. There were other more difficult and demanding techniques, but this was the foundation. Swift and graceful like wind over water, his body moved as the ancient form played itself out again and again. It helped him to find his center.

The Spectre was growing impatient. Even in the stillness and peace his regimen brought him, the spirits discontent and building wrath roiled like an angry storm front in the horizon of his consciousness. His time was running out. Soon the vengeful ghost would brook no further delays.