The True Queen of Gotham

The Judge and politician

(Rocket POV)

Most of the people I've emailed have been pretty accommodating, I had a couple of hiccups with a few, but they gave me their shit eventually, however, Judge James Feilding and Tony Walker have been a pain in my ass

I've got a special prize for Tony, but the Judge is just downright pissing me off

After sending him the email, asking him to give me his priceless, original Da Vinci sketches, he sent back a reply: Sorry, I'm unavailable. Please make an appointment with my secretary for a later date

I was angry. And he was going to pay. He carried around those sketches on him like a bible, and I was gonna make him hand them to me

All his doings and goings on, are communicated through his encrypted phone, a phone that I easily hacked into. It had contacts of a lot of known criminals within the Russian Mafia. A list of places where the Judge drops off children for sex trafficking. There's even a photo of him urinating over a child's corpse and laughing. Emails, texts, photographs, they're all mine

He's a sick mother fucker

I'm currently in the back of his limo, waiting for him to come out of the courthouse. I paid George, the driver, a shitload of money for this opportunity, and I ain't gonna waste it

When the buildings doors open, James walked out smugly, surrounded by his security. When he approached the car, George opened the car door as his security split off into cars behind us

He hadn't noticed me yet, as he was on his encrypted phone. George got into the driver's seat and drove to our destination

"I want a blonde" He said "Maybe 6 years old, thin" I cleared my throat and he quickly hung up when his eyes landed on me "Who are you? What are you doing in my car? George! Pull over!" He tried to open his door, but the driver had locked them like I asked "George! Stop the car!" He was frantically trying the other door

"Sit down Judge Feilding!" I growled firmly

"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked calmly "If you want money, I can give you as much as you need"

Why do they always offer money? Is it that easy for them to earn?

"You know what I want Judge" I sighed

He scoffed and shook his head "It's you, isn't it? The bitch in the email? I told you to make an appointment"

I just hummed and clicked a few buttons on my glove. His encrypted phone beeped and vibrated, letting him know he got a text "You might want to look at that" I smirk under my mask "It's important to the proceedings of our interaction" I had sent him a cropped photo of the one with him and a child in a bed, naked. It only showed his smirking face and nothing more, but he'll recognise it instantly

He looked at his phone and gaped at the screen "Ho-how the hell did you get this?!"

I crossed one leg over the other and relaxed back in my seat, glaring at the despicable human "You see, the thing about encrypted phones, is that they usually have about 6 or more firewalls and a shit tonne of passwords. Whoever did yours was an amateur....one firewall, two passwords. For someone like me, it was child's play" I pulled my favourite hunting knife from the sheath on my thigh, and casually spun it in my hand, before resting it on my lap. I watched the old man gulp, staring at the blade "Now, one of two things are gonna happen...the first option is, you give me those sketches, I let you out at the next stop, and we part ways amicably, never seeing each other again"