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JUAREZ

Cris Allen takes a great deal of satisfaction in wiping that off the whiteboard and replacing it with the JUAREZ that signified success. Case closed. Perp in the box. Now it was up to Hudson to make sure he didn't drop the ball.

He glances at his watch, then goes over to Stacy's desk. "Dent here yet?" he asks the receptionist.

"No, not yet." The young woman stands on tiptoe, leaning against her desk to get a better view of the nearby stairwell. "But that may be him...."

That's all Allen needs to hear. Time for him to take his position, in front of Montoya's desk, and hope she doesn't come back too quickly from TARU. Sure, she'd bristle at him once she realized why he asked her to go, but that's all right. She could yell at him later.

Right now all he cared about was making sure his partner didn't have to see the scumbag who thought she was his true love.

bigbadharv.livejournal.com

... or almost, anyway. The rain's been heavy, nice bit of electricity in the sky, and the lights have flickered in the office a bit. Not all that promising an evening.

He's still in that semi-awkward getting-to-know-you phase with his new assistant, a former Bat. Busted for wearing the Bat without a permission slip. Talk about really getting your foot in the door when applying for a job with Two-Face.

She's probably not happy with it, but he's got her doing some secretarial stuff at the moment. Handling the phone and helping fill out some of the paperwork. He has to admit, he feels slightly more 'official' with an assistant. More legitimate. It's a good thing, having her around. Hopefully, he can continue to afford her.

It gives him time to think about the Muns case again. Rapist, murderer... 'not guilty.' Doesn't matter how crazy he is, he needs to feel the full force of the law. Crazy's not an excuse. Harvey knows that better than anybody.

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The worst time of every year since his fall. Finally over.

Most people find January to be a slushy, dreary aftermath of the cacophanous Christmas season, but Harvey Dent always views it as a breath of fresh air.

The bile leaves his mouth, the crushing weight on his heart starts to lift, and the clean slate before him starts to feel like it has possibilities again. He can breathe easier.

The voice is quieter.

He's actually got some old jazz station playing on the beat-up old radio on the back shelf of the main room, sitting at his desk and organizing the paperwork for Selina's upcoming case with the psycho that held her hostage, after he's spent most of the day catching up on the briefs for the few straggler East End cases he's cleaning up. Surprisingly not-too-awful-bad record with these - avoiding jury trials is always the key. A good plea-bargain helps avoid the 'reputation' mess, and some part of him is afraid to say he's mastered the 'look of a man needing redemption.' The fact that he can consciously do that to sway a judge doesn't sit right with him, since he IS exactly what he's pretending to be.

But he's a lawyer, and lawyers manipulate human emotion as best they can to get their desired result. That's how you do the job... and it's a harder job to do in a graft town like Gotham, where a conscience can get you killed if you're not wearing a bat.

At least he's dressed a bit more nicely than usual. Selina's Christmas gift to him - a new wardrobe. He indulged in the vanity of a white suit and black tie, just to try to feel a little Atticus Finch. A little more like a crusader in a town that needs as many as it can get, with or without capes.

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Crown City.

Specifically, Crown City Lab Center.

Sonia Alcana drove from Gotham City to Crown City in her old Tercel, with a talking chimp riding shotgun, on her way to look up her dead friend, who has invented a synthetic skin.

It's weird.

But what's surprising to her is that she's not really shocked, not that much.

She's angry.

She's mad at Tot. He had friends. He had a life. People cared about him. She cared about him. Why would he let them all think he was dead? What justification could he possibly have for putting them through that? The Question had been his best friend. Tot's death had broken him, more than anything else. How dare he?

The more the thinks about it, the more it pisses her off, and the anger almost slips in without her noticing that it's the first time in a long time that she's actually cared about something this much. The first time since the whole Batwoman disaster that she's felt truly involved.

It's a littl bit exciting.

She parks the Tercel and eyes the building.

"Well, here we are," she says.

sonia-alcana.livejournal.com

Sonia is catnapping on the couch when her phone rings. The noise wakes her with a jolt. It takes her a moment to register exactly what the noise is, and then she has to dive across the coffee table to answer the phone before her answering machine picks it up.

"Alcana," she says, trying to sound dignified in spite of the fact that she's sprawled in a rather undignified position on the foor.

sonia-alcana.livejournal.com

Sonia's apartment is in a state of disarray - not quite in full-fledged packing mode, but not quite settled, either. Everything is waiting to be scooped into boxes and sent somewhere far, far away from a place that reminds her of how much she screwed up.

In her living room, the coffee table holds an assortment of Chinese take-out containers, and a newspaper open to the real estate pages.

She's not sure where she's going yet. She just knows that she wants to be gone.

In the kitchen, she pauses in the middle of pouring herself a glass of water. She's caught her reflection in the window.

"Moron," she mutters, and heads back to the living room.

jla-villains.livejournal.com

Perfect, absolutely perfect. Seems the tactic worked, and goaded the Bat into attacking. With more grace than anyone his size should have, Bane takes the first swing, rolling with its impact and swinging back with a ham-sized fist of his own. Done talking, done trying to end this any other way than with sending Batman to the bottom.
Nothing personal of course, just business.

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Bane cracks his knuckles, still waiting. "Your friend here has planted a bomb on the boat, Amigo. Hope you can swim," he comments, staying between Batman and the crimelords, and thus between him and Kathy. He's in no hurry about this fight, and is certainly no raging monster to charge blindly. His eyes narrow, focusing on the Bat, and continuing the standoff while his employers do whatever they're going to with Kathy and the bomb.

the-batwoman.livejournal.com

Roxy is suited up and draws her focus from the uniform. She's lost Kevin. She isn't going to lose her best friend, too.

She worries a bit at the tone in Sonia's voice. As this idea of hers gained more steam...as the parts came together - the Question's training, Roxy's devices bought with Kathy's money...There was a change that slowly crept up on Sonia. At the beginning, Roxy and Kathy had something to look forward to in this - a time where they would be done. Sonia didn't have that. She wanted Thorne and those like him brought to a lasting justice. More and more though as Sonia's talk became solely about what they were doing, as the glint in her eye grew when she talked about hitting someone on the job. It was starting to scare Roxy. Sonia had become the Batwoman. They were there to help. It was probably why Kathy volunteered for this assignment with the guns. There would be a lot of hired muscle and she knew which ones just looked dangerous better than the rest. That was the rational at least. she wondered though if Kathy had noticed the same aggressiveness and unyielding determination to see them all pay she had.

Either way, Sonia was about to get her chance to shove some heads in. They were all three going in costume as soon as Sonia got to the rendezvous by Gothem Harbor they'd worked out in case of emergency. She hoped things wouldn't get too out of hand. The jet, the spare uniform, and her partners were waiting for the mastermind.

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They knew each other in school, all three of them: Kathy, Roxy, Sonia. They know each other now. The last piece of the puzzle slides into place, explaining motive, means, method. All of it.

He knows and, if he is honest, he is a little disappointed, particularly in Kathy.

This Batwoman nonsense is going to stop here and now, and to do so he must speak to those involved. But neither Kathy nor Roxanne is where they can be found, and so the Dark Knight must pursue the third, the detective. So after Sonia he goes, determined to make certain all three of them are removed from danger once and for all.

http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/

After his conversation with Sonia, Batman wants to, needs to, collect his data and examine the progress of the investigation into the female vigilante that calls herself Batwoman. In the Cave, he exits the Batmobile, walks to the computer and sinks into his chair. "Alfred left food," he observes to Robin, nodding toward the plates set out.

Alfred Pennyworth, the most dependable man alive.

sonia-alcana.livejournal.com

It's after dark when Sonia Alcana finally calls it a day and leaves the Gotham police department HQ. She's got things to do once she gets home, and it's been a long day, but she takes her time leaving. Usually all business, she seems a bit closed off - self-involved, even, as though no matter how focused she may look, she's secretly deep inside her own head.

Her car is in a parking lot behind the building. She pauses a moment to fish her car keys out of her pocket.

sonia-alcana.livejournal.com

You'd think that having lived in Gotham all one's life, one would get used to the presence of the Batman.

You'd think that after a while, the little thrill every time you spotted the Bat signal would wear off.

You'd be wrong - at least, in the case of Sonia Alcana. As she stands on the rooftop, watching as the sky is lit up with the familiar emblem, she still gets butterflies.

Just a little.

Not that she'd ever say anything.

She smiles a little. She knows it won't be long until he shows up. He may be mysterious and a bit creepy, but the Batman can always be counted on.

She's known that since she was a little girl.

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