Gotham's New Girl

CH; 1

"Come on, i've been wanting to do this my ENTIRE life!" I followed my uncle toward the mirror as he adjusted his suit.

"Juliet...it's not safe."

"Jim. It's a crime scene, you're a detective. Plenty of other cops will be around!"

"Since when am I Jim?" He turned, giving me a look.

"Well that's your name isn't it?" Being sarcastic wasn't really getting me anywhere either. When Jim had his mind set on something, nothing was change his decision.

I was bound and determined to change that.

"Please? I can defend myself. I took karate!"

"When you were like five." He chuckles, grabbing his keys, and pointing at me.

"Don't follow me."  He used this threat  all of the time, but I always end up following  him to his destination anyway.

I moved into Gotham about a month ago, and he didn't want me tagging along, because he claims I 'don't know the city as well as he does'

Well he's one to talk, because he moved here with me. Then again, he's a detective and has done work around the outskirts, and inside of this city.

As the door shut, I began throwing on clothes. 9:00 read the time on the microwave. Jim was trying to get me to sign up for school, but i'd hoped to just tag around with him,

Unfortunately, rookies aren't welcome, and new girls aren't allowed to tag along.

Until now.

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I sped through a red light, as the street lamps raced behind me. He didn't give me an address, but I knew a crime scene when I saw one.

And yes it's just like you'd imagine it. Yellow tape, blood, dramatic screaming.

It's a drag.

My plan was to speed around town, and hopefully run into them. After about an hour I had given up hope, when I came across something.

Yellow tape in an alleyway beside a movie theatre.

Bingo.

I parked my car, and began to run up to it. I was immediately stopped by another cop.

"Official crime scene ma'am. Nobody is allowed past that yellow tape." He indicated with his finger.

"No you don't understand, my uncle is--"

"Juliet?!!" Harvey Bullock came rushing up to us, and I grinned.

"Harvey! How's the ol' sidekick?!" I punch his shoulder and he glared.

"What the hell are you doing out here?! Didn't uncle Gordon tell you to stay put?" He asks, mockingly.

"Didn't you learn a long time ago, that I don't listen to him?" I swiftly duck under the tape, and almost slip in the blood.

"Gross."

"Yea gross. Why don't you leave, before you break a nail or something?" He was practically   on my heels, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring the crude comments.

Don't ask me why, but Harvey is always like this.

I saw my uncle, and raced over to him. He was sitting on a stairwell with a boy. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a blanket.

"Jim.. what happened?!" I knelt in front of the boy.

"Are you insane?! I thought I told you to stay at home!" He snaps. I ignore him and focus on the boy.

Terrified, and shaking of fear, he locked a gaze with me.

"What happened..?" I ask, softly, taking his arm.

"M--my parents.." He then resumes crying, and I shake my head.

"Jim you can't just keep interrogating him like this." I swiftly get badly to my feet.

"I have to find out the truth." His tone was sour, and sounded the least bit sympathetic.

"Whatever."

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The next day was what I'd call an adventure. I was able to tag along with gym to the police station. Only because he didn't trust me to 'stay put."

Don't blame him, because I wouldn't have.

I was spinning in his chair, when I decided to go downstairs. People were typing busily on computers, and I walked by them; bored.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me by my hair and I screamed. They held me around my neck, and squeezed, causing me to choke.

"Freeze!" The cops drew their guns, and I grabbed at my captors wrist. This only made them squeeze my throat harder, cutting off my air supply.

"Release the girl!" Bullock was at the top of the stairs, gun pointed at us.

"Hold on, everyone calm down.. easy." Jim stepped out and slowly came down the stairs.

"Calm down big guy. What do you want?"

"My medicine!'" The man roared.

So it was a dude? Of course.

My vision became blurred, and I saw Jim approaching us.

"Alright, I've got it right here.." Jim offered a bottle to the man, and he snatched it.

"Hey-- this isn't my-" Jim punched him square in the nose, and I fell to the ground. The cops pounced on the criminal, and I choked, gasping for air.

Jim was at my side instantly, holding my arm.

"Now do you see why I don't want you coming?!" He asked, sounding more worried than mad.

"Yea.." I mumble lamely.

Give or take, this still was the highlight of my week.