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Batman was perched on his usual spot; on top of an office building across from the GCPD precinct. It was nearing 11:00pm, and seeing as Alex began at 3:00pm, she should be off any minute now. He wasn't stalking her. He was simply doing his job, which was protecting the people of Gotham. Watching out for people. He had just gotten out of the Wayne Manor around 30 minutes ago, and decided to begin his nightly patrol here, with her. He felt more alert than usual.
A nagging feeling tugged at his brain. Bat didn't do this for Gordon. And they have known each other longer. He didn't keep watch for him when he finished his shifts. Very, insanely deep down he knew why he was doing this, but he pushed those thoughts and feelings aside. He considered Alex his partner, since now Jim Gordon had moved up into his Commissioner status, not just Detective Jim Gordon anymore. He needed her to catch the Joker. She needed him, he supposed.
Suddenly, Alex catches his eye. She's walking through the front doors of the building, hair blowing around in the cool September breeze, covering her face and line of vision. She pauses and looks down at the watch on her wrist. She begins walking in the opposite direction of the parking lot; which now throws Bat off slightly. His eyes trail to the parking lot, seeing her car not there. Perhaps it was getting work done? She hadn't mentioned this last time they spoke. Why would she? That's not relevant to him. She begins to make her way towards the subway station. He walks all the top of the building, eyes trained on her.
As she rounds the corner, Bat's anxiety flares once he sees a group of rowdy looking men with cans of spray paint, laughing together, painting on the brick wall. As soon as she's in their line of vision, they pause, all attention on her. Shit. Some are wearing clown face paint, some thin, shitty little plastic clown masks. Followers.
Alex glances up, her eyes previously trained onto the wet sidewalk, now on these men. She sees that they see her. She brushes away the immediate bad thoughts she gets and just continues on her way to the subway station. Such an inconvenience that her car battery was dead today when she went to start it. Alex keeps her head down, stepping off the sidewalk so she doesn't have to be near them.
"Hey pretty." One calls out. She shakes her head and decides to ignore him. "It's rude to ignore people, darling." He comments immediately. Alex picks up her pace. Suddenly, the biggest one of the group steps onto the road in front of her.
"What? Can't speak or something?" The man in front of her asks. She goes to the sidestep but he's just as fast.
"I'm not interested." She simply answers, monotone.
"Don't believe that." Another replies. She glanced up at the big guy in front of her. "We compliment you, and you're rude."
"I didn't ask for a compliment." Alex sighs. She contemplates just grabbing her gun from her holster. But that should maybe be a last resort. Pulling guns on strangers isn't a good look. They haven't done anything very wrong yet, they are just creeps.
