Scalpels and Switchblades
Chapter 2
Tracey’s POV
Falling is such a weird sensation. I felt light, weightless even. I felt free, free from everything.
I could see the people below watching and screaming as I hurdled towards them.
I was close to hitting the ground now. Well I guess it’s the end. My body tensed preparing for the impact, but suddenly my body jolted backward.
“What the hell!” I screamed. Then I noticed the growing pressure around my leg. A rope?
Batman! Why the hell did he have to go saving me? Couldn't’t he just let me fall.
~Time elapse~
“Please miss. Roberts, I only ask for your co-operation, just tell us where he is hiding.”
“For the last time Gordon I. Don’t. Fucking. Know! He’s probably moved now; I mean c’mon he’s a clever guy, do you really expect him to wait around for you guys to slap him up in chains?” I said leaning back in my chair, a smirk plastered across my face.
“And can someone please sort that light out!” I shouted squinting as the bright light of a lamp shone in my sea blue eyes.
“Do you have any information that can help us?” the commissioner sighed as he fixed the position of the lamp.
“No-puh.” I said smacking my lips together.
“Please, just help us and, then we can help you.”
“Don’t want to and I certainly don’t need your help.” I scoffed, I don’t need any help.
“I’m getting nothing out of her tonight, take her away.” he said talking to the officer at the door
“Oh goody, do I get my own cell?” I clapped leaning my chair back further.
“In Arkham,yes.” The old man smirked.
“W-what? Arkham is for loonies! I ain’t no loony!” I squealed falling from my chair.
“Last time I checked, attempting suicide makes someone mentally unstable”
“But, I - I…I was just kidding? You can’t send me there, please!” I pleaded. Gordon just stared at me.
“I think its best.” he eventually said.
“Take her away.” he ordered the officer.
Falling is such a weird sensation. I felt light, weightless even. I felt free, free from everything.
I could see the people below watching and screaming as I hurdled towards them.
I was close to hitting the ground now. Well I guess it’s the end. My body tensed preparing for the impact, but suddenly my body jolted backward.
“What the hell!” I screamed. Then I noticed the growing pressure around my leg. A rope?
Batman! Why the hell did he have to go saving me? Couldn't’t he just let me fall.
~Time elapse~
“Please miss. Roberts, I only ask for your co-operation, just tell us where he is hiding.”
“For the last time Gordon I. Don’t. Fucking. Know! He’s probably moved now; I mean c’mon he’s a clever guy, do you really expect him to wait around for you guys to slap him up in chains?” I said leaning back in my chair, a smirk plastered across my face.
“And can someone please sort that light out!” I shouted squinting as the bright light of a lamp shone in my sea blue eyes.
“Do you have any information that can help us?” the commissioner sighed as he fixed the position of the lamp.
“No-puh.” I said smacking my lips together.
“Please, just help us and, then we can help you.”
“Don’t want to and I certainly don’t need your help.” I scoffed, I don’t need any help.
“I’m getting nothing out of her tonight, take her away.” he said talking to the officer at the door
“Oh goody, do I get my own cell?” I clapped leaning my chair back further.
“In Arkham,yes.” The old man smirked.
“W-what? Arkham is for loonies! I ain’t no loony!” I squealed falling from my chair.
“Last time I checked, attempting suicide makes someone mentally unstable”
“But, I - I…I was just kidding? You can’t send me there, please!” I pleaded. Gordon just stared at me.
“I think its best.” he eventually said.
“Take her away.” he ordered the officer.
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Again, not much change from AMSBT, but yeah, it will come, soon.