Blurs of brick and people streak passed. Spring breeze chilled the air. Hair blowing in the breeze. Shit! All Emily could think of was different swears and curse wording while speeding to the crime scene she was supposed to be at. This is lovely. First crime scene that you are supposed to be at, and you are going to be stupid late because you were on the other side of town. Just fucking great.
Due to the later time of the day, Gotham was bustling. Gothamites lined the sidewalks adjacent to the streets. Accordingly, traffic was also crazy. Emily was lucky that it was not raining since she rode her motorcycle to the school that she was assisting at. Emily was also lucky that she had thought of bringing all her gear with her on the off chance that she was going to be called to a scene. That preparedness was ingrained in you since you were a small child, so that is not luck. That is a habit. Due to her knowledge of the city, Emily was able to cut through different alleyways to cut down on the trip to the crime scene in Crime Alley.
When everything was all said and done, it took about twenty minutes, but Emily was able to get there. There was a crowd building around the barricade. but not too large yet. So, you were not too late. Just a little late. Emily slowed down and alerted the crowd that she was coming through. She was grateful that they decided to be nice and move out of her way. As soon as she was outside the tape and barricades, Emily parked her bike. After quickly setting up her bike, Emily grabbed the gear that she had with her.
Once she was ready, Emily walked up to the barricade. However, just as she was about to get past it, a detective put his arm out in front of Emily and stopped her. Emily did not have a chance to look up before the detective spoke.
"Authorized personnel only." I know that voice. Emily looked up to see the owner of the arm and voice. She did not have to look too high to meet his eyes. Harvey Bullock. A large, crooked cop. Emily did not know why he was still on the force. Bile rose in Emily's throat just by looking at him. When the opposing forces locked eyes, he drew a large smirk across his face. It took every fiber of Emily's being not to roll her eyes at him and deck him. However, as time would go on, she knew that fiber would begin to dwindle.
"Bullock, you know that I am allowed to be here. I'm THE forensic scientist, remember? Or did you lose the rest of your brain cells on your way here?" Emily saw a flash of anger across his shit-colored eyes. A smirk curled on the left side of Emily's mouth. This seemed to anger Bullock more. He put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking. Emily ended up giving that eye roll as she put the hand not hanging on her bag on her hip. Said eyeroll proceeded to almost give her a headache. Ha. As if he had a brain to think with. He lifted his hand as if he had an idea. Oh, this cannot be good.
"Oh! Hold on. I think-" He slightly bent down at the waist to look directly at Emily with a grotesque smirk before continuing, "-I don't care. You can leave." Emily's eyes darkened with anger which led to her change in breath. Her hands clenched by her sides and her nostrils flared. Bullock's smirk grew larger. To avoid throwing punches at a crime scene, Emily drew in a deep breath. A moment passed before Emily decided to finally speak and dug a finger in his chest.
"Listen here, Bullock. If you do not move out of my way, I will personally castra-" Before Emily could continue, she heard someone call her name. Bullock and Emily turned to look over at the voice. It was Commissioner Gordon. The tension dropped from Emily's shoulders. Her hands mimicking them. A slight smirk formed on Emily's face. She decided to turn it to Bullock. Emily saw the smirk that was on Bullock's face drop into a blank expression. Gordon spoke again when Bullock did not move.
"Bullock, get out of her way so she can do her job." Bullock still hesitated. Gordon was not having it. "Bullock!" Bullock let out a harsh breath before raised the caution tape to let Emily in. Emily continued to smirk as she started to walk toward the crime scene, while also purposely shoving his shoulder while walking past Bullock. It made him stumble for a moment, causing her to lightly chuckle. Insufferable pig. Emily sped walked to the location of the body. The bag of equipment was knocking against her hip due to movement.
The body was found in an alleyway, towards the back. Emily had to squeeze between a few police officers on the way to the back of the alley. The smell of the alley was heinous enough that it would probably kill someone not from the city. Many of the alleys here were like that, so most people got used to it.
When Emily got to the body, she saw a flowing black cape and a pale blue button up shirt. There was another person with a smaller cape and smaller frame standing off to the side. It was obvious that they were new to the scenario. Emily sighed in acknowledgement to herself, because she immediately knew who the cape on the larger person belonged to. Emily could also piece together who was wearing the button up. Fucking hell. Instead of saying anything, Emily pushed between them to get to the body.
Due to the sudden nature of the movement, the people she was pushing past were not able to stop her. Emily could feel their eyes on her. That would not stop her from doing her job. Emily ignored the stares on her back and knelt, put on gloves, and started collecting evidence.
Gordon noticed Emily was by the body and collecting evidence and began to walk toward the small, mismatched crew of people that were the caped vigilantes and the members of the police. The body leaned against the wall at the back of the alley. Emily took the time to examine the body in front of her.
Caucasian. Male. Mousey brown hair. Thinning in the back. Mid- to late-30's. Between 6' and 6'2". A ratty sweatshirt, and equally ratty jeans. In the middle of the ratty sweatshirt was a bullet hole. From the looks of it, it was created with a pistol. It did not take a genius to find out what happened to him. Be careful who you piss off in this town. Probably walked into someone's territory that he was not supposed to.
Emily had managed to find where the bullet could have lodged itself in the victim's chest. Upon further inspection, the bullet looked as if it was out the other side. The killer must have been right in front of the victim. They wanted to make sure that they did not miss their target. Around the bullet wound, there was gunpowder around the edges. Emily saw movement in the corner of her eyes.
There was another member of the department that was trying to gather evidence at the body with Emily. Did not appear to be much taller than Emily. Short, but clean blonde hair. Small build. He looked very young. He looked to be in his late teens to early 20's. This was more than likely his first job.
After making the observation about the bullet and the kid to her right, Emily asked the tech in as kind of a tone as she could to help her bend the body forward to see if the bullet was out of the back of the victim. He must have not been prepared for someone to speak to him since he almost jumped out of his skin. He turned to Emily with a shocked expression. Emily tried to smile at him to get him to relax. It appeared to help since he did exactly that and returned the smile. They reached their gloved hairs at the same time to move the body forward.
As they moved the body, the bullet dropped on the ground. Hmmm. Emily looked at the wall to see where the bullet had been lodged in the wall. The bullet was still able to exit out the body, but not before the body hit the wall. The body held the bullet to the wall until we moved it. Interesting. Emily and the other crime scene tech put the body back. She turned to face him again. "Thank you?" She tried to prompt him to give her his name. With an embarrassed shrug, he gave his name as Andrew Morgan. Emily smiled and nodded in thanks before turning back to the body.
Emily leaned down to pick up the bullet and put it in the bag. Once it was securely in the bag, Emily turned her attention to looking for the victim's wallet.
As Emily was patting the pockets of the body looking for a wallet, she heard Gordon talk to the men she passed. "Batman, Dick, I'm sure you remember Emily Jones." It felt like the air was sucked out of the area. Emily's breath was immediately dissipated when she heard his name. Even though she had a feeling as to who the other man was, Emily was still not prepared to hear that name. Well, isn't this great? Emily shook her head to get over any feelings she had and got back to work. Emily could tell Gordon then turned towards her to talk directly to her. "Emily, Dick is now a detective for Bludhaven." Emily nodded her head at that.
"Good for him. Maybe not for the Bludhaven Police Department, but I guess it's good for him." Emily heard Bullock's chuckle after that comment. He must have just walked up after recovering whatever pride he had left. Emily was still looking for the wallet and other evidence when Batman decided to speak.
"When did you get brought on?" The gravel in Batman's voice made Emily roll her eyes. Why do you care?
"I was brought on to the GCPD about two weeks ago, and this is my first major case since then." Dick decided he wanted to try and add to the conversation.
"What made you come back?" he said with confusion. Emily chuckled to herself at the tone in his voice.
"I do not see how that has anything to do with the crime scene in front of us, Detective Grayson." The air seemed to still when Emily spoke to Grayson with a tone that none of those who knew them during their childhood had ever heard her speak to him before. After a few more seconds of patting the victim, Emily found the wallet. When Emily found the wallet, she got up seeing that the person assisting me had gathered all of the other useful physical evidence. Emily looked in it to see who this guy was and where he was from. Emily saw that the victim's name was Arthur Stevens, and he was from Bludhaven. The eye roll seemed to be in constant motion at this point.
After seeing this, Emily put the wallet in an evidence bag and put it in her satchel. Batman and Grayson saw that Emily was about to speak, so they gave her their undivided attention. "The victim's name was Arthur Stevens, and he was shot at point-blank range with a .22. According to his license, he was from Bludhaven. I hope he wasn't coming here to get some peace and quiet." Emily ripped off her gloves with annoyance by the presence of Batman and Grayson. Emily decided to take a walk around to find more evidence. As she was walking around, Batman started talking again.
"How do you know it was point-blank?" With the continuous eye roll, Emily knew that her headache was never going to go away. As she was walking around, Emily saw the faint imprint of a footprint and knelt to look at it. Emily started to respond as she pulled out her ruler to measure the footprint.
"There was gunpowder around the bullet wound. If the killer was a significant distance, that would not be the case," Emily said while switching to a tool to detect the depth of the footprint before continuing to speak, "It is clear that our killer did not want to miss their target." Emily was very short with her tone. She did not want to talk to Batman any more than she had to. After figuring out that the footprint belonged to a 6'0" man, potentially weighing 190 pounds, Emily moved back to her bag and started packing up her things.
She turned to Andrew who was continuing to collect the rest of the evidence. "I would like all of the evidence in my lab as soon as possible, that way I can start running tests on everything." After that, Emily turned back to Gordon. "I'm heading back to the precinct to get everything ready to run tests on the bullet and get more information from the wallet." When she started walking away, Gordon spoke up.
"Why don't you let Batman and Dick help you with that?" Emily tensed slightly as she was walking. She kept walking back to her bike as she responded.
"That won't be necessary. I can handle the tests and evidence without the help of Batman or Detective Grayson." Emily could feel the shock from everyone as she got on her bike. She turned to look at Jim, purposely avoiding the caped individuals and Grayson before speaking again, "I'll see you at the station, Jim." It was then when she sped off, leaving the men in that state of shock previously mentioned.