Chapitre 13: Chapter 13
It's a great time, though: paid vacation after injury.
You lie on your couch, sip beer and watch the news.
Yesterday I was presented with a medal for courage and a cash prize. And another two weeks of vacation. Therefore, I am in a very good mood. I'm thinking of withdrawing some of the savings that I have left from my parents, and Isaac himself used to have, and still have, a bank account. Rent and buy a house. Own. It is a pity, of course, that I will move away from this chosen apartment and away from the Smith family, but I also need to live in peace.
And then this rent takes me a lot. Of course, the salaries of police officers in America are sufficient for life, and in Gotham, even more than in any other city in the United States. This is probably due to the danger to life and health.
Everything was amazing. Looking through the news, from time to time, and calling Arthur, learning what they have new, I even forgot a little about the training that I had planned for myself. But of these, I have only read clever books on philosophy and psychology. In spite of how much I have already read, it seems to me, then a little more and I will be able to defend my Ph.D. in this science. Even practice is ...
Dzin! Dzin!
- And who is calling me? - I opened the door and saw that person whom I had never expected to see on the threshold of my house.
- Hello! It's me. - smiled Barbara Gordon.
"Miss Raptor Snail? - I smiled - I didn't think that honest loser thieves would dare to take revenge. And what have you decided to do with me?
Now red as cancer, Gordon Jr. gasped for air and gasped with indignation. But she stifled the impulses to answer me something like that ...
- My name is Barbara Gordon. Father should have told you about me!
"Okay, okay, come in Miss Gordon. I was just joking.
She shyly but quickly slipped past me, forcing me to admire her back ninety, which were in tight jeans ... Eh! Damn hormones. But for all the time that I have been here, I have only had kisses, and even then with Pamela. Which almost flattened me ...
- Can I suggest something to drink? Tea, coffee, something stronger?
- No, thank you. I'm here on a personal matter of some sort.
- That is, a little petty female revenge will be? - I asked and recoiled "in fright."
- Heh. Not. It's just ... in general, I became interested in something in some cases, that you ... that is, you led Mr. Dinklage.
- Come on, I'm not so old that you would contact me.
- OK. Then, you too. So that's it. I was interested in your actions in the events that happened recently.
- Even so? - I didn't think that the handy Bettsa would be so fired up and ask me directly about everything.
- Yes. You, it seems, if I'm not mistaken, with McCoy carried out the arrest of one African American who broke into a cafe where a bunch of kids and their mothers were celebrating their birthday?
- Well, it seems to have been the first day of my work here in Gotham. And my first call.
- Hmm. You are lucky. - and smiled slightly - So, could you give me an interview on this case?
- Sorry, what? Interview? If I am not mistaken, then you are our future lawyer, not a journalist. Or do you still work part-time for a local newspaper?
- Not. It's just that when you sent me to the punishment cell, I was late for an important lecture, where I was supposed to present my report to our head of the department. But I didn't get there. And now I need to work out that joint. I have been assigned to prepare an analysis of any detention related to racist bias. Of course, I know that you are an adequate guy without unnecessary manners. But some of my classmates think that we now have at least two racists in the police.
- Okay. I will help, but what is required of me?
- Just answer the questions that I have prepared and that's it. I will record them on a dictaphone and, based on it, I will make an analysis, then I will put them in my report, and then ... well, in general, all you need to do is honestly answer all questions. It shouldn't take more than twenty minutes.
Looks like I miscalculated. She just wants to correct the grade. And Batman would not have fired so openly. You need to help the girl. And somehow, somehow, I am still to blame for the fact that she found herself in such a situation.
The survey took just over twenty minutes. It was very light, and I did not feel any moral and physical discomfort. Interestingly, it happens every time? True, a couple of times I was still surprised by her strange questions about the police. She asked about why I went to the police to work, about the army and how I generally feel about the Gotham police. The questions, though strange, are logical. The girl is young and curious. And I am even more than sure that this has nothing to do with her "second life".
After that, she said goodbye and ran away, and I continued to enrich myself culturally and put together a schedule of my training to strengthen the body and improve skills, for survival in this city - Gotham City.
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And then came the day, the hour when Kat pulled me out to the opening of a new restaurant under the interesting name "Trout". I do not know what kind of relative Mrs Smith is, but he is clearly ill with imagination and taste. Although this is the quirk of the rich.
I arrived at the meeting place alone. Kat had been there since the morning helping her "relative" with something. Therefore, I did not know where she is now, I just had to drop a message to find out where to look for her.
And I very, very, very much hope that at least this meeting would be without "special circumstances" and "meetings." Although my intuition tells me that something will be interesting. But I hope not bad.
- Isaac! Kat grabbed my arm. - And I thought that you decided to push me forward and not come to this evening.
And Catherine was dressed very seductively: a red dress that opened up a beautiful view of her bust and back. And the cutouts on the sides exposed her long legs.
- How could I leave you in the company of these snobs? Besides, you are dressed so beautifully that it would be a crime not to come today.
You have upgraded the Casanova skill level.
- I'm flattered. - she smiled and dragged me through the crowd, somewhere upstairs.
After a couple of turns on the second floor, we entered the office of a very important person. And I recognized him immediately, although I had never personally met him. It is hard not to recognize a very famous plump man of small stature, known for his love of birds, who is a famous gangster and thief in the underworld named Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, who also has the nickname Penguin.
"I don't think we really need to introduce you, but for the sake of decency, I'll do it." Oswald, meet me, this is my friend Isaac Dinklage, a young policeman who has made such a splash lately. Isaac is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, a well-known businessman, philanthropist and a very influential figure, although, I think, by duty, you already know about him. - she smiled radiantly.
- Yes, I've heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you Mr. Cobblepot. - and held out his hand to him.
He shook it very tightly, and just as radiantly smiled back at me.
- You can call me Penguin, like most in this city. I don't mind if it makes it easier for you. And to be honest, I like it that way too. To be honest, I was very pleasantly surprised when Kat decided to bring you with her. I already wanted to meet someone who managed to speak the Joker and fall in love with Poison Ivy.
- Fall in love? - Katherine immediately perked up.
- I think the rumors about her falling in love were slightly exaggerated. She's just a very passionate person. - I answered, trying not to burn myself in front of my companion.
- Ha ha ha. Well, and you go to visit her in the near future and look at her camera. Believe me, you will remain quite surprised.
- Wow, I didn't think that it was you who would make this green ulcer even more crazy. - Kat said with a very displeased tone and let go of my hand.
- What am I? I am an honest and honorable cop. By the way, when we got to know each other, she sneaked into the hospital, where I was lying wounded and I had to detain her ...
But the situation was saved by Penguin, who interrupted me.
"I don't think it's worth bothering Mr. Dinklage with questions about that evening." After all, we are not here to talk about the Joker and Miss Ivy. I think having fun and drinking is the best thing you can think of after the latest events. And besides, it's time for us to appear before the guests.
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