I walk in the door to the station and look around for Jim and Harvey. As I look, a young cop walks up to me.

"Cassie," he says. "Looking for your dad?" I nod, and he points to the top floor, where Jim and Harvey are arguing about something. I smile at the cop and run up the two sets of stairs.

"Lackadaisical," Harvey says as I walk over. "Hmm." Jim looks over at me.

"Cassie," he says. "There you are." I nod and lean against one of the supports by the table, a few feet away from where they're standing, and pull my book out of my bag.

"Hey," Harvey says, nodding to me. I look up and see a tall guy walking over.

"How you doing?" the guy asks. He doesn't wait for an answer. "Guess what this is." Harvey shakes his head.

"Just tell me, Ed," he says. "I want riddles, I'll read the funny pages." The guy, 'Ed', sighs.

"It's a .45 caliber," he tells him. "Came out of Thomas Wayne's chest." Jim walks over to them.

"That's a six dollar bullet," he says. Ed nods.

"Uh-huh. What kind of gun-"

"Ah-ah-ah." Harvey cuts him off. "Don't ask, just tell." Ed sighs again.

"It's from a pistol not known by our database. No prints either." Harvey sighs.

"What else you got?"

"What's nowhere but everywhere except where something is?" I look up at them. "Nothing," I say with no hesitation. He smiles and nods as Harvey picks up his jacket.

"You need professional help, Nygma," he says. Jim grabs his arm and starts to pull him away, motioning for me to follow. "Seriously." Jim nods.

"Let's go." We walk out of the building and towards Jim's car. I swing my backpack over my shoulders.

"So I'm thinking," Jim says, "our man wears shiny shoes, uses high-end ammo, and nobody on the street knows who he is? Maybe he's not from the street." We stop as Harvey looks at Jim.

"Like, a debonair playboy robber does it for kicks?" Jim nods. "Who would pretend to be a street robber, huh?"

"A professional killer, or somebody with a personal grudge against the Waynes."

"How'd this professional know the Waynes would come down that alley?" I ask. They look over at me, probably surprised I said anything. Jim shrugs.

"Good question." He pulls his keys out of his pockets as we walk over to his car.

"Essen said we don't catch a break in the first 48, go see Fish Mooney," Harvey says. I freeze with my hand on the door handle. Jim looks at me.

"You alright?" he asks. I glance at him before looking at Harvey.

"Fish Mooney?" I ask. "Works for Carmine Falcone?" He looks at Jim, then back at me.

"Her. Theater district's her turf. Anything happens there, she hears about it."

"How do you know who Fish Mooney is?" Jim asks. I look at him.

"I lived on the streets for three years," I tell him. "Everyone knows who Fish Mooney is." He nods and looks back at Harvey.

"Why didn't we come to her first?" he asks him. Harvey winces.

"She's kind of a last resort." The whole way to Fish's, I'm shaking. I'm just hoping and praying that she won't say anything that'll give me away. I mean, she gave me a whole new outfit just so no one would know we were working together, so I don't think she'll slip up. Well, here's to hoping. *holds up invisible shot*

"Tell Fish I'm here," Harvey says to the guy by the door when we get there. The man nods, and we walk inside. I look around, pretending I've never been here, when in reality, I'm making sure there's no one here who'll give me away.

"Harvey," Fish says as she walks into the room. Harvey smiles.

"Ha, ha." He laughs. "Fish."

"Where have you been?" she asks. He shrugs.

"Where haven't I been?" She looks at Jim.

"Who's the friend?" Jim smiles awkwardly.

"Detective James Gordon, ma'am," he says. Always the gentleman, Jimbo.

"Hmm," Fish says. "Well, aren't you a cool glass of milk?" I frown and almost gag. She looks over at me, smiling. "And who might this be?" She holds out her hand. I smile.

"Cassie Gordon, Ms. Mooney," I say. I see a slight smirk playing at her lips.

"Gordon?" she asks, looking at Jim. He nods.

"My daughter. Ma'am, was that screaming we heard back there?" She smiles.

"Yes. My boys are watching a scary movie." I smirk.

"Really?" I ask. Her smile drops.

"No. Actually, one of my staff has been stealing money from me, so we're beating his punk ass." Jim is about to say something, but Harvey puts an arm in front of him.

"Relax, junior," he tells him. "Fish gets some leeway. Her staff are rough characters, need firm handling." Fish looks at him.

"So this isn't a social visit, then." He shakes his head.

"Unfortunately not. Brass sent me by to talk to you about the Wayne murders." She shakes her head.

"Terrible thing." Harvey must notice Jim looking towards the back of the building.

"Junior, if you're worried, go back there and see if anyone wants to press charges." He looks at Fish. "If that's okay with you, Fish." She shrugs.

"Oh, I don't mind at all, Harvey." Jim walks out of the room, and Harvey looks at me.

"Well, that was exhausting," he says. "Not bad." I look up at him.

"Wait," I say. "What?" Fish smiles.

"You remember that friend in the GCPD I was talking about?" she asks. I nod.

"Hello," Harvey says. My jaw drops.

"You knew this whole time?" He nods. "And you didn't say anything?" He scoffs.

"And how would I have said something with your dad keeping an eye on you all the time? You're lucky we even got him to leave for a little while." I sigh.

"You know," Fish says. "I'm glad you two get along so well." Thanks for the sarcasm. "You two are my eyes and ears inside the GCPD. If you don't want to get caught, you're going to need to be able to work together well." Me and Harvey look at each other, and I sigh.

"Fine." She smiles.

"Good."

~~~

"Oh, hey," Harvey says. I look behind Fish and see Jim walking back in. "Everything alright back there?" Jim nods.

"It's always good to see you, Harvey," Fish says. "And look at you and your excellent suit. You know, I'm so happy you don't have to wear that silly uniform anymore."

"I lied."

I really should've added this a long time ago, but-

Tony Murray :: Asher Angel

and

Allie Nelson :: Sammi Hanratty