I failed to specify, for the meta question if you vote for meta Abilities please list them in your response and try not to go overboard with them.

>>5755137

>Normal, we never struggled but we were pretty firmly middle class. My parents were fine people but they aren't a major part of my adult life.

>Not for anything huge, a few fights as a kid some minor trouble.

Maybe we once threw a houseparty that got out of control, and there was that other time we got busted for driving without a license...

>No

>What does 'Justice" mean to you?

"Same law for me, you and the meta-humans. Constitution says so."

>>5755137
>Normal, we never struggled but we were pretty firmly middle class. My parents were fine people but they aren't a major part of my adult life,
>Not for anything huge, a few fights as a kid some minor trouble.
>No
>Upholding the law, sir, ensuring that people feel safe, the criminals get locked away, and keep the wheels of the city turning smoothly; but more than that, doing what's right. Not like Batman and all that who do what they want without consequences, but as someone normal just doing what needs to be done.

Just a regular joe in Gotham city. Though I guess a regular joe would be more of a gangbanger than a cop, but whatever.

Actually, what kind of powers would we get if we went for the metahuman thing? I might switch to that if it's small scale and nothing flashy.

>>5755144
Powers would be up to you guys, but I agree with you in K.I.S.S.

Street Level powers at most, you arent going to be duking it out with Superman on your patrols.

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>>5755144
>>No (LIE)
Actually, I want meta-powers.

>Shivers: Raise the hair on your neck. Tune in to the city. Shivers come when the temperature drops and you become more keenly aware of your surroundings. It enables you to hear the city itself, to truly belong to the streets. It is a supra-natural ability; old wrongs play out in present time, scenes across the city happen in front of you. But who is speaking to you?

Basically limited precognition and knowledge of events we have no way of witnessing. Sorta like spidey-sense, but for cops.

>>5755144
+1 for being one of the maybe three normal people in Gotham, with one alteration:
>No (LIE)
>The power to stimulate keratin production, giving us the super-awesome ability to instantly grow our nails and facial hair
Extremely minor superpower that is mostly useless but still could cause legal issues, so we kept it hidden.

>>5755137
>Rough. Mother died when I was eight and my Father used his grief as an excuse to tune me up whenever he wanted. I worked hard as a kid doing my best to save up enough from low tier jobs to finally get away.
>Not for anything huge, a few fights as a kid some minor trouble
>No
>What does 'Justice" mean to you?
"Helping the innocent and the repentant, and taking down the guilty no matter who they are."

I like the idea of a cop who's been around the block. He wants to clean up the city because he's grown up living in this corrupt, mob filled hellhole.

I will give voting a little longer to see if any +1's pop up, right now leaning towards a generally straight and narrow Cop (2 votes) and I will probably include "Cop Senses" described in. >>5755151 because I like the idea a lot.

>>5755151
>>5755156
>>5755144


"You saw my file sir." You start. "I'm probably one of the few normal people in Gotham, family life wasn't anything that special. You also know when I was a 16 I got arrested for breaking and entering at a local pool."

He chuckles at that. "It was a fun read." he taps the file and raises an eyebrow. You take the hint.

"I hesitate to call it a meta human ability but I uh...I've always gotten feelings. You know? I go to get a cup of coffee, feels wrong, like a stomach ache or a chill. I decide to head home and read later the place got robbed."

He raises his eyebrow. "Calling coincidences powers is a new one." He mumbles. You shake your head. "More than that, it happens too often to just be happenstance." You state. He sighs and jots something down in your file. You feel a shiver.

"And justice?" He follows up.
"Upholding the law, sir, ensuring that people feel safe, the criminals get locked away, and keep the wheels of the city turning smoothly; but more than that, doing what's right. Not like Batman and all that who do what they want without consequences, but as someone normal just doing what needs to be done."

He nods and taps your page with a final blot from his pen. "You are now a recruit with the GCPD. Welcome Rook." He says smiling at you from behind the file.

He pulls a final paper from his file and passes it to you.
"Our usual recruitment season has come and gone so I'm afraid while we don't have the most prestigious officers for you to train under we do have three experienced officers that you get free pick from. Any catch your eye?"

>Mitch Hawthorne: Stint on SWAT and Narcotics, tactical expertise but now on the beat as he gets up in age. He has experience only decades in the GCPD can offer and insights to match.
>Charles Gorchakov: Once part of Gangland and Vice units he now works a beat as he waits for word on his promotion, he'll be around long enough to see through your training.
>Luke Kimble: Beat Cop veteran of 8 years, former military, without a trainee due to his strict standards and expectations. He is free after causing his last rookie to quit after 2 weeks on the street.

>>5755184
>Luke Kimble: Beat Cop veteran of 8 years, former military, without a trainee due to his strict standards and expectations. He is free after causing his last rookie to quit after 2 weeks on the street.

>>5755184
>Mitch Hawthorne: Stint on SWAT and Narcotics, tactical expertise but now on the beat as he gets up in age. He has experience only decades in the GCPD can offer and insights to match.
Inb4 only two weeks from retirement.

>>5755184

>Mitch Hawthorne: Stint on SWAT and Narcotics, tactical expertise but now on the beat as he gets up in age. He has experience only decades in the GCPD can offer and insights to match.

Most guys our age are cruising into retirement, but that didn’t sit right with us - against all expectations, you requested a beat. This what you really loved, fresh out of the academy. You’d like to spend a little time here again before you move into daytime soap operas and whatever else the old timers do

>>5755212
Apologies anon this is for selecting a Training Officer, not the MC himself. Apologies if I was vague on that.

>>5755184
>Luke Kimble: Beat Cop veteran of 8 years, former military, without a trainee due to his strict standards and expectations. He is free after causing his last rookie to quit after 2 weeks on the street.

>>5755215

No worries, I’ll keep my write-in as is - I like the character idea even if he’s not the MC

>>5755184
>Mitch Hawthorne: Stint on SWAT and Narcotics, tactical expertise but now on the beat as he gets up in age. He has experience only decades in the GCPD can offer and insights to match.
Naive Newbie and Grizzled Vet, good ol' combo

>>5755184
>Mitch Hawthorne: Stint on SWAT and Narcotics, tactical expertise but now on the beat as he gets up in age. He has experience only decades in the GCPD can offer and insights to match.

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>>5755265
>>5755259
>>5755212
>>5755193
"Hawthorne." you say tapping the older man's picture. He's the picture of an old school Gothamite, pale as the ass of the moon and with a look meaner than sin. You figure there isn't anyone better suited to bring the new in than the old heading out.

"Solid choice, he'll sand out any rough edges you may have." you rise with the other officer and begin heading into the hallway. The bright industrial lighting stings your eyes after the past hour spent in the dark interrogation room.

You see three men standing on the wall, you recognize all of them from the pictures you saw moments ago. They look to the officer with anticipation.

"Hawthorne. Retirement can wait, you got another Rook to get street ready." he says slapping the file into his chest. "You two are off the hook until the next recruits come in."

Hawthorne looks to you and scowls, you can't help but notice every stretch line on his face seems to be on the bottom.
"Fucking Sergeant." He mumbles before looking at you. He gestures quickly with the file. He walks you to an old steel elevator. You walk in and he slaps a mechanical button labelled 'B1' He thumbs through your file aggresively as you descend. "Yeah alright."

The door dings and opens to reveal a plain wall with a square bar cut into it, GCPD Brutalist Design at it's finest. He closes the file and looks you up and down.

"Sergeant Polk's a decent enough guy but I never liked the questions he used for these damn interviews. He never asks the most important one. The one that speaks about your soul." He slaps the file into your chest and stares into your eyes with an unexpected intensity.

>Why did you become a cop?

>>5755279
To beat people

Last post for today very sorry about the short duration but I work the night shift and my free time is slim. I'll do my best to post as frequently as I can.

>>5755279
Enjoy responding to this until the next update, feel free to use this as a "tragic backstory" or "character sub plot" brainstorming session. See you guys soon.

>>5755279
>To help Gotham and make things a little beat easier for it's citizens
Altruism is king

>>5755279
Because our parents got killed by a mugger and we want to fix our trauma by taking revenge on the criminals of gotham

We like our home city. We'd like to do something to help out. And we think criminals are scum.

>>5755279
>I became a cop because I was bored.
>I became a cop for the hell of it. (Secondary choice)

>>5755305
>>To help Gotham and make things a little easier for it's citizens
Support

>>5755279
>We like our home city. We'd like to do something to help out. And we think criminals are scum.

>>5755279
>i worked at a donut shop as a kid and i got robbed but a cop saved me

>>5755279
>To help Gotham and make things a little beat easier for it's citizens

>>5755279
Considering what other anons said regarding our powers.
>This city is fucked, and it ain't getting any better, but I wanted to help. Figured being a cop was one of the better ways of doing that legally. Bring order to chaos, not make more of it. Prevent more people's lives being fucked up by this damned city, if possible.
Hopeful, but a realist.

>>5755279
>Because criminals suck
>To make the city better
Criminals have ruiend Gotham, especially the so-called 'super criminals', and the vigilante set either give them a slap on the wrist or go on berserk murder-sprees of every common pickpocket and movie pirate, with no in-between. At least that's what it seems like. Let's make the system work again.

>>5755279
>Because Gotham's a shithole full of scumbags and deranged freaks and needs all the help it can get.

>>5755490
This

>>5755279
> Because Gotham is a miserable rotting carcass of a city
Are we in the mafia era, begining of the joker and riddler or full swing of masked lunatics

>>5755561
Apparently it isn't unusual to ask new recruits to the force if they're metahuman, so I figure the last one.

>>5755563
Ah true, would have preferred the mafia era but that wouldn't really give us as much opportunities to stand out as the meta human boom

>>5755279
>some fucking punk killed my dog

>>5755490
>>5755540
>>5755305
>>5755322

You look back into the dark eyes of TO Hawthorne and speak plainly.
"This city is full of deranged maniacs, men in masks, and scumbags. I just want to help Gotham and make things a little better for the people here."

He holds the stare for a few more moments before relenting. "Make it a little better.." He mumbles, rubbing his chin. "Good." he says finally as you approach the opening in the wall. "Too many Rookies get into the GCPD thinking they get to be Batman with a gun. That they can cure this city. But you can't this city was crazy long before we hit the streets and it'll be crazy long after we both end up feeding worms." He dings the bell resting on the counter and turns to you.

"You might just make it out here, Rook. Just don't ever forget why you became a cop." The ghost of a smile hits the edges of his mouth. He speaks for a few moments to the man behind the counter and gets two large duffle bags placed.

"This is Loadout, we pick up our gear for the day here every morning. That will be your responsibility starting tomorrow, you get the bags check our gear and make sure we have everything on the list. Chet here also does double duty as armory and outfitting, he will provide you with your service weapon and our shop weapons. After you pick up the gear you want to go to the motor pool and sign out a shop for the day. Used to be that Beat had their own cars but funding is low under Mayor Dent, he directs the money we use for cars and gear to 'mental health services' as if any shrink in the world could fix a man made of putty or an upright crocodile." He shakes his head and hefts the bags off the counter. He nods to the counter and you see your duty belt already prepped for you.
>Gained Duty Belt

"Now I talked you through it but picking a shop is a right of passage for all Rooks so, go to Motor and pick whichever one is the fanciest. I'll wait here for Chet to get us the 12 Gauge he promised me last week." He gives a pointed look at the man behind the counter who scurries off.

You follow the signage as you clip on your belt and eventually end up at the Motor Pool cage. A Hispanic woman sits at a rickety desk against a dirty concrete wall.

"Morning Rook. I am Officer Mendez, head of Motor Pool. You and your TO are late for vehicle claiming so our options are limited. Take a look at this sheet and tell me what you want."

>The Predator: Standard GCPD SUV with dual mounted spotlights and reinforced caging in the back. A heavy vehicle.
>The Cruiser: Your standard cruiser with all the normal bells and whistles. On-Board P.A. system and a sound based crowd control device built into the siren.
>The Slipstream: Low profile cruiser, cage space and armor are sacrificed for superior speed and handling. This car is built for pursuits and escapes.

Additionally:
>Ask/Say something to Officer Mendez? (Write-In)

>>5756164
>The Cruiser: Your standard cruiser with all the normal bells and whistles. On-Board P.A. system and a sound based crowd control device built into the siren.
Easy now. We aren't gonna' be fighting Killer Croc or Clayface on day 1, our TO's just putting the fear of god into us. No need to go crazy.

>Ask Mendez how often, uh, someone DOES run into a high-powered metahuman criminal, on average?

>>5756164
>The Cruiser

>Ask/Say something to Officer Mendez?
>Got any advice for the new guy?

>>5756164
>>5756183 +1

>>5756164
>The Cruiser: Your standard cruiser with all the normal bells and whistles. On-Board P.A. system and a sound based crowd control device built into the siren.

>>5756182
>>5756183
Support.

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>>5756183
>>5756233
>>5756309
>>5756302
"The Cruiser will be just fine." You say signing on the sheet and passing it back to her. She rises from her seat and opens a metal box tossing you a set of keys.

"Solid choice Rook. A lot of you come in here thinking you need to be riding around in something that can stop tank rounds or catch up to a speedster. You were late so you're getting one of the older ones but I made sure you got the one with working AC."

You nod in appreciation, "Thank you Officer Mendez." you start.

"Li." She corrects you. You can't help but furrow your brow slightly. "My Mom is from Hong Kong." she states. You nod embarrassed and look back to her as she gets settled in her seat.

"So..any tips for the new guy?" You ask.

"You got Hawthorne for TO right? Guy knows this city like I know these cars, try to learn as much as you can from him. He can tell you things no other officers on the force can but he doesn't offer it up for free, you have to show him you're worthy of learning from him. I rode with him for a while when I was a Rook and he was yet to be covered in a layer of dust." She laughs at her own joke, you feel a shiver. That laugh is covering something bitter. Before you can ponder a decision to push on it you are startled by the hoarse shout echoing in the concrete garage.

"Where is my car, Boot?" Hawthorne yells. Standing at the far end holding two shotguns but the barrels. You click the button on the keys and identify your shop. A few minutes of packing and some slight chewing out from Hawthorne about not wasting people's time later. You finally hit the street.

"Now, the sun is gonna be setting in about 3 hours, boot. That means three quarters of our shift is going to be a real pain in the ass. When the sun dips, the crazies get all riled up, mainly because the Batman is out there rattling their cages getting them all stirred up." He speaks sternly but not angry as if what he said is as unavoidable as rain or snow. An hour or so of normal conversation while driving the radio crackles to life.
"1-Adam-0, report of a 10-66 in your vicinity noted. Male individual in clown make-up loitering around "Fun Burger" on 22nd." Hawthorne scowls and looks to you.

"Are you waiting for a formal invite boot? Answer the call, I'm driving."

You nod and grab the transponder.
"This is 1-Adam-0, show us responding." You state and hook it up. Hawthorne gives a slight nod of approval.

"10-66, suspicious persons report. Most common one we get here in Gotham, the clown make-up means we go at it cautiously. I want you to take lead on this one Boot. You can't take a man's first call from him. Ain't right."

>Yes sir, I'll handle it
>Are you sure that's for the best, sir?
>I want you to take lead on this one, sir.
>Write In

>>5756326
>>Yes sir, I'll handle it

>>5756326
>>Yes sir, I'll handle it
>>Write In
ask dispatch for more info to see if its the joker or a goon

>>5756326
>Yes sir, I'll handle it
Probably just some dumbass.

>>5756326
>>Yes sir, I'll handle it

>>5756353
And ask our OT if he thinks that there is something up with this one.

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>>5756337
>>5756353
>>5756367
>>5756374

"Yes sir." you reply curtly. "I'll handle it."
Hawthorne eyes you and gives a nod. You reach forward and grab the radio.

"Central, this is 1-Adam-0. You have anymore information on that 10-66?" You ask.

"Cautious." Hawthorne says. His expression neutral.

"Negative 1-Adam-0, caller was short. Suspect was not reported armed, seen loitering by a service entrance." You thank Central for the info and hang up the radio.

"When I say you take lead Boot, I want you to know I mean you take this alone, I am going to stay planted right behind this wheel and unless I think you are in imminent threat of injury or worse." He states. He breaks eye contact with the road to look at you. "You don't want me to get out of this cruiser. For both our sakes." He says steadily.

As you pull up to Fun Burger you notice immediately that the building is closed and probably has been for a while judging by the grime. A smiling cheeseburger gazes down on you from the roof.
Hawthorne leans forward and grabs the radio.
"Central, show us on site. Door on site is open possible 459." He holds the radio up and looks to you. "I'll keep my hand on this and talk to you through the P.A. if anything comes up." He says. He then nods to your door and you take the hint. Exiting the vehicle you walk through the empty parking lot slowly approaching the door to the Fun Burger, the door on the side slowly opens in the wind and reveals a man standing in the door way, smoking a cigarette.

He glances up at you as you approach, hand on your weapon, just like they taught at the academy. "Evening Officer." He states smiling and blowing smoke into the dark interior. "Could I take your order?" He asks chuckling.
You feel a shiver down your spine and shake it off, something is off here. You can't find any indication of a weapon on his person but half his body is still obscured by the shadow of the interior.

>"Sir, come out of the building and face the wall with your hands up."
>"Get out here, now. I won't ask again."
>Draw your weapon. "Show me your hands, now."
>Write-In

Give me a 1d100 Roll for Shivers.
DC:35, Best of three.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5756391
>"Sir, come out of the building and face the wall with your hands up."

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5756391
>"Sir, come out of the building and face the wall with your hands up."
Oh boy, here we go.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5756391
>>"Sir, come out of the building and face the wall with your hands up."

Seems we're off to a raring start!

I really hope this quest is roll over.

>>5756398
And there we go, case closed, Gotham's finest living up to their name. We don't need some stupid Batman in this town.

>>5756398
Well shit I guess this loser is fucked

>>5756398

We have ice blood

>>5756392
>>5756397
>>5756398
(Holy Shit)

This isn't right. You're whole body tingles and you can hear...laughter. This man is laughing at you. But his mouth isn't moving. You look back to Hawthorne he watches you with a steady gaze, radio in hand and move pursed tightly. Yet he's laughing. It's more than him too, this whole building is laughing at you, making you the star of some sort of inside joke. You don't get it until you stop looking and begin to see.

His boots. You take your hand off your weapon and place both hands on your hips.

"Would you mind stepping out of the building? Officer." you say, smirking subconsciously. The man pulls the cigarette from his mouth and looks at you confused. You peer over your shoulder and see Hawthorne still in his position but now a smile over his face. "Next time you want to do undercover work. Change your shoes." You state nodding down to him. He looks down and sighs. Flicking his cigarette in frustration.

"Way to blow it, Officer Banks." A voice calls out from inside. The "Joker Goon" sighs and steps out of the half open door. From behind him you see a precession of four other cops. You recognize one of them as Officer Kimble, in his hand is a bright orange plastic pistol with a large barrel. The other officers begin speaking to the undercover as Kimble approaches you.

"Congrats Rookie. You're the first freshie to manage to see through the welcoming party. Although." He looks over his shoulder. "You did kinda ruin his hopes of being a UC, but he probably doesn't hold grudges." He gives you a punch on the arm. You hear the car door behind you open and see Hawthorne walking towards you.

"Good work, rook. They've been running this sham for 5 years now, ever since Kimble became a TO, he likes to think of hazing as a requirement." He says, fingers hooked into his belt.

"You didn't seem to think it was a sham when you ran a 10-91V on me, ya geezer." He says with a laugh. He leans into you. "The old man was my TO back in the day and he took me on my first call and told me to handle it. 'Can't take it from a man, just aint right' he said. We get there and he tells me it's a call for a rabid dog and to take extreme caution. So I climb into this basement for the exterior and he let's the hatch close on me. Suddenly I hear growls, I hear snarling, I'm getting hit with flecks of spit. I freak out and draw my stun-gun and fire it into the dark out of panic." He goes on, smiling widely at the memory. "I gave the officer flicking soapy water in my face the scare of a life time, he's lucky those prongs didn't connect either. The day I left the Field Training Program he gave me the night vision footage as a present. Sentimental old dog." He finishes by tapping Hawthorne with the barrel of the plastic gun.

"I told him nobody could do it like me, rook. Told him the day he had a rookie see through his joke that the tradition of 'First Day Worst Day' would end." He speaks to you and you feel a tingle.

>>5756424
This is far from ending. But you passed for now.

Officer Kimble gives you a mock bow extending the pistol to you in two upwards hands.
"For bravery and honor in the face of danger I award you this 'firearm' Officer..." You watch as he looks up and checks your shirt. "Are you going blind old man? You are letting your rookie ride without his name tag." He says standing up straight. He flips the gun and sticks it out to you, handle first.

>What's your name Rookie?
and also
>How do you respond to this "Practical Joke"

>>5756425

>Jerome Hawthorne
> It's a good tradition, good to welcome rookies and train their perception

>>5756427

Two guys named Hawthorne??

How about “Mark DeLucia”, it sounds pretty coppy.

And demand to be the clown on the hazing run for the next Rookie, it’s good practice

>>5756425
>Joshua Rane
>No harm done

>>5756425
>Jerome Hawthorne
> It's a good tradition, good to welcome rookies and train their perception

>>5756425
+1 >>5756431

>>5756425
>Mark DeLucia
>It was pretty neat, can't find much fault in it

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>>5756431
>>5756435
>>5756443

You smile slightly and take the gun by the handle. "Officer DeLucia, Mark." You state extending a hand. He gives you a single strong shake and nods. "Hope you dont take this the wrong way DeLucia, just tradition you know?"

You chuckle and tap his vest with the plastic gun. "It was good practice, sir. I just really hope when you need a UC for the next rookie that you pick me instead of.." you let your voice trail off as you look at the Officer wiping paint off in a dusty window reflection. "Instead of some clown." you finish. Kimble laughs and slaps your shoulder. "This is a good Boot, Hawthorne. Give him the full treatment and maybe he will turn out half as good as I did." He gives Hawthorne a wink and turns on a heel. "BANKS." He bellows. "I hope you like working the front desk because that's where I told you I'd put you if you ruined my favorite day. Hop in the shop and let's get back to the station."

You watch as they depart and the two other officers approach. They give you a nod and the younger of the two leans in. "Careful, that confetti cannon is loaded." He says before shaking hands with Hawthorne.

"Alright Rook." Hawthorne begins, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You have good eyes for a new fella. Tell me, I have an in with dispatch. How about we do some real policing? What are you up for?"

>Can you get us on a gang case?
>Anyway I can meet a major player?
>Let's let the streets tell us.
>Write In

>>5756425
>Tony Vito "Short Kick" Giancana Costello

>"A nice one. Pops used to do something like this with the new guys too."

>>5756448
>>Let's let the streets tell us.

>>5756448
>Let's let the streets tell us.

>>5756448
>Let's let the streets tell us.
First step on our quest to rape the joker!

>>5756448

>Let's let the streets tell us.

“Let’s see what Gotham has in store for us.”

>>5756448
>Let's let the streets tell us.

>>5756448
>Let's let the streets tell us.

>>5756450
>>5756453
>>5756458
>>5756456
"Let's see what the streets tell us, see what Gotham has in store today." You say hopping into the passenger seat, putting the confetti cannon in the glove box next to your Rookie Manual.

Hawthorne nods again. "Spoken like a real officer already. I think I am going to end liking you at this rate, Rook." He picks up the radio and pulls it to his mouth. "Dispatch, 1-Adam-0 reporting clear on FD-WD. Get us a call asap, Rook is ready to put in some work."

"Copy that Adam-0, will link you to any exciting events."

"Negative, control. Feed us whatever the city is serving." He says the final line with a grim determination.

"Roger that then, reported 502 in Gotham Square. Vehicle is a Silver Pegasus Elite. License plate Walter-India-Sierra-Echo-Gary-Yellow. Driver reported to be in Grey Suit with Purple shirt."

"Roger, show us responding dispatch." He shifts gears and the cruiser suddenly moves with much more power. You realize now Hawthorne had been holding out on you until this little surprise, but with it out of the way you see now how deadly serious he is. Your cruiser roars through the streets until you round a corner and lay eyes on a Silver sports car swerving between lanes of traffic. Hawthorne curses under his breath.
"Dispatch, 1-Adam-0 on scene, we have the suspect in site conducting traffic stop." he looks to you. "Hit the lights, rook." You nod and flip the rusted metal switch and light the cramped corridors of the city with red and blue. The red overwhelms the blue as he slams his brakes stopping dead center in the road. 1/2

>>5756448
>Can you get us on a gang case?
Voting for this to be a contrarian

>>5756482
I guess I should have updated before voting

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"Driver. Pull your vehicle to the side of the road, do not flee or I will make you regret it." Hawthorne speaks sternly into the P.A. The car lingers in the middle of the road, you find yourself holding your breath. You hear the squeak of the wheel under Hawthorne's hands. He watches with the look of a seasoned predator. You swear you almost catch disappointment on his face as the car pulls to the side of the road in a series of stop and start jerks.

"Alright Rook, this one is all yours this time and I mean it. I'll be there with you but just run the stop as you were trained." He gives you a nod and you both exit the vehicle. You see the door start to open and before you even see it Hawthorne has drawn his weapon.

"You shut your goddamn door. Now. Keep your hands out the window." He says firmly. You follow his lead and draw your weapon, approaching slowly. You make your way to the driver door and follow procedure, you holster while Hawthorne covers you. Opening the door you grab the man by his wrist and pull him, pushing him up against the car.
"Hands on the roof." You inform him as you pat him down, you feel a large bulky object in his waist band and move the jacket to reveal a pistol. Slide still wet with oil. "We have a weapon, sir." You say, pulling it with two fingers from his belt and passing it off. You turn the man around and get a whiff of some very strong alcohol.

"Gotham's finest. What a day. You'll find a license for that firearm in my glovebox." He says, Hawthorne looks to you. "Cuff him, I'll check his papers." You turn him around and clamp on the irons. He groans and wriggles in your grasp. "Do you not know who I am? Your chief is going to be getting an interesting call in the morning." He slurs.

Hawthorne pops out of the car holding a paper. "So, Pino Bertinelli. No relation to THOSE Bertinelli's I'm guessing?" He slides the paper over to you. "Bag it for evidence."

He ducks back into the car and comes out again. "And tell me Mr.Bertinelli do you normally carry wads of pre-rolled money in your glove box?" He says holding up a fat wad of bills tied tightly with rubber bands.

"Only, when I'm looking to donate to my local Police Department. What do you say?" He looks at you glassy eyed and smirks.

>Shut the hell up, you're under arrest.
>It's gonna take more than some money to get out of this Pino.
>Sir? You did mention Mayor Dent hasn't exactly been funding us properly..
>Write in.

>>5756484
Sorry Anon, I write slowly.

>>5756485
>Shut the hell up, you're under arrest.
Fuckin' wop.

>>5756485
>Shut the hell up, you're under arrest.

>>5756485
>It's gonna take more than some money to get out of this Pino.

>>5756485
>It's gonna take more than some money to get out of this Pino.

>>5756485
>It's gonna take more than some money to get out of this Pino.
I want a lead or news about something big

>>5756485
>It's gonna take more than some money to get out of this Pino.

>>5756520
>First day out, evade the rookie trap and propose a deal with a mob acquaintance

We fly high today. Are we going to fight 2v2 with Deathstroke and Bane at the end of the night?

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>>5756521
"It's gonna take more than money to get out of this, Pino." You state as you pull him over to the back of your shop.

Hawthorne approaches rapidly and shuts the door. "What the hell did you mean by that Rook? Be straight with me." He looks at you sternly but his voice isn't accusatory.

"This guy is Bertinelli right? Their operation used to be massive but we both know they spend more time propping up Mandragora's operations. This guy is a lush and a low level goon, if we can flip him for intel we turn a night in the drunk tank into a case for Gang Land." You state.

Hawthorne narrows his eyes. "We risk stepping on toes with that son. Gorhcakov is a bit of a prick when it comes to this thing." He strokes his chin. "You don't act like any Rook I've ever trained before." He says eyeing you up.

"I have a cop's gut instinct built in." You say, lifting your arm to show the hair standing on edge.

"Metas..." He sighs. "I said I would let you take lead and I meant it, rook. How do you wanna play this?"

>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.
>Street interrogation, putting the shop somewhere secluded and putting the fear of God into this guy might crack him.
>A "Hands-On" approach. Test the waters with Hawthorne and see how he'd feel about the suspect experiencing some discomfort.
>Write-In

Last update for this morning guys. Thank you all for playing, feel free to add more to Officer Mark DeLucia's backstory if you want to kill time and keep the thread bumped. I'll see you guys later.

>>5756534
>>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

Nothing like waking up behind bars.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534

>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

The hangover will reduce his resolve, especially if we start flashing the overhead lights on him, lol

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

Nothing fucks with a hangover person more than loud noises and harsh lights, wake his ass up by rattling the bar and shine your flashlight in his eyes, generally be a nuisance

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534
>>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.
If we become too dirty a cop, Batman will come down on us, ESPECIALLY as a meta.

Also...
>"I have a cop's gut instinct built in." You say, lifting your arm to show the hair standing on edge.
ACAB: Assigned Cop at birth.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.
>>5757210
We're not really threat meta wise. We have a very minor form of ESP. Barely a drop in the bucket.

>>5756534
>Take him into holding, let him dry up and then take a run at him when he's sober.
Wake him up an hour into his cell nap with loud noise.

Hey everyone, I don't have time to run this morning sadly but I will do my best to be back tonight after around 9pm EST with some updates.

Votes are conclusive and tallied so we will be giving the sleeping prince a rude awakening.

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"Let's get him to holding. When he wakes up with a killer headache we take a run at him." You say.

Hawthorne nods in approval. "The old Gotham alarm clock." He says. He pulls the bulky radio from his belt and holds it up to his face.

"Central, this is 1-Adam-0 showing clear on the 502, suspect in custody. Requesting additional cruiser for transfer to station and a tow for subject vehicle, details matching initial call. How copy?"

"Loud and clear, 1-Adam-0 showing you resolved and dispatching the shuttle service."

You cuff Pino and let him sit on the curb, it isnt long before he is slumped and snoring on the sidewalk. A cruiser pulls up and the officers take him from your custody. "Have dispatch give us a shout when he starts to wake." you let them know. The officers nod and secure him as they begin to search the vehicle proper.

"You may be a rookie son but we have more to patrol so I'm not gonna gum you up with the searching and paperwork that comes with it. Files on Files ever since Dent instituted PTP." Hawthorne says with a scowl.

You get in the passenger and give him a raised eyebrow. He waves a hand at you. "Police The Police. He added 3 more layers of red tape to our jobs to make sure convictions stick, his heart is in the right place but we need more officers on the street not behind desks."

He starts up the car and flicks the radio to SCAN. "Speaking of the streets, let's get back to it and get something the Mayor can't snatch from us."

>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?

Roll 1d100 for Random Encounter, taking the lowest roll on this one. Good luck.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5758055

>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?

Necessary evil - there’s no point in catching these scumbags if the judges just let ‘em walk right out of their cells again. Paperwork sucks, but not as much as catching the same criminal every week…

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5758055
>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?
Basically >>5758062

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>5758055
>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?
What this guy said >>5758062

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>5758055
>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?
What >>5758062 said

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>5758055
>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?
Better then shoving then in Arkham just so they can walk right out of the door, or be used by some super criminal for their next master plan.
>>5758062
So basically what tis guy said.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5758055
>What is your opinion on Mayor Dent's PTP program?
same as that anon >>5758062

>>5758055
>Well meaning, but we should focus on catching the criminals before putting them behind bars for good. Keeping them in prison won't do much when the prison's are already overcrowded and there's more waiting to come in.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5758055
What >>5758062 and >>5758089 said. Paperwork sucks, but it's the only difference between us and Batman or Ghost-Maker.

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"The PTP Program is sort of a necessary evil dont you think TO?" You ask.

"Necessary how, rook?" He asks.

"I mean, There's no point even arresting these guys if the system is gonna be a revolving door due to judges citing lack of evidence. The paperwork sucks but not as much as catching the same guys every week." You say

Hawthorne nods slightly. "There's a reason we're cops and aren't running around dressed up like a bat or an acroba-" His reply is cut off.

"THIS IS 1-ADAM-1, OFFICER KIMBLE. WE HAVE AN OFFICER DOWN, UNCONCIOUS BUT BREATHING. SUBJECT IS ARMED WITH A SHOTGUN AND HELD UP INSIDE GOTHAM GAS AND FUEL ON 13TH. CODE 3, DISPATCH AMBULANCE AND RA TO SCENE." His voice comes through ragged and authoritative.

Hawthorne grabs the radio aggressively as his foot slams the gas.
"Dispatch, show us on route. 1-Adam-0 going to assist. Get us an airship. Kimble, go channel 8." He looks to you and nods at the radio, you grab the dial and crank it.
"Kimble, give us the details."

"Officer Banks took Buckshot to the vest, hit his head on the curb after it knocked him on his ass. We aren't taking fire but civilians are inside. Suspect is wearing a wool mask and surplus army jacket, approach from the South and cover the back."

Hawthorne grits his teeth.
"Copy, ETA 3 minutes. How do you want us to handle this." He asks

"He shot at a cop. He's 187." Kimble states.

You remember from academy that 187 is the code for homicide.

>"Sir, shouldn't we try to take him in alive?"
>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place
>"He's not gonna get away from us, sir."
>Write-In

>>5758135
>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place
I can imagine a rookie cop having very mixed feelings about this. I think we should keep quiet for now, and assess.

>>5758135
>>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place

If we do see a point where we can take him down non-lethally, thats another issue. But looking after our own and making sure no other cops or civilians get shot is paramount.

>>5758135
>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place

>>5758135
>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place
The guy blasted a cop in the chest with a shotgun, he's fucking dead unless he surrenders.

>>5758135
>Keep quiet, you're only a rookie this isn't your place

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You keep silent and focus on the road ahead. Hawthorne gives you a side glance but says nothing as he hooks the radio and mumbles under his breath. "Motherfucker."

Your cruiser comes roaring up behind the Gas Station and jump out of your car with your gun drawn. You hear the trunk pop as Hawthorne rounds the back and pulls the shotgun from the trunk, a crack echoes as he slams the action and puts a shell in the chamber. He grabs his radio.
"Kimble, we're in position. Ambulance is on route. Maintain your position and make sure he doesn't escape out the front." He crouches with you behiind the wheel well of the cruiser and looks at you with stone cold eyes.

"Emergencies don't stop training, rook. These situations can teach you more than any words can and they can teach me about you too." He peeks over the hood at the metal door in the back of the station.

"I noticed you being quiet in the car, Rook. If it's nerves then shake em now. Tell me what you'd do in this situation? Suspect may have hostages, is a known hostile to law enforcement, already on the hook for attempted murder, interior unknown."

>Tell me your strategy Rook.

>(OPTIONAL) Roll 1d100 for Shivers, taking the middle most roll of 3 since you've used it once today.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>5758168
>Listen to the shivers
>Suggest one of you go in quiet (we can do that, maybe) while the other talks the per down and holds his attention
If we talk him down, great. If we fail, we hopefully can take him out with a sneaky shot to the back. Not glorious, but it saves civvies.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5758168
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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5758168
>>Tell me your strategy Rook.
"First we need to keep him talking and focused on us. Big flashing lights and a loudhailer telling him to drop his weapons and come out. While hes focused on the ones talking and negotiating with him, we sneak in from behind or an open window and attempt take him down. Non-lethally if at all possible but if hes going to hurt someone, drop him."

Speaking of which, do we have tasers?

>>5758176
Yes. Average duty belt comes with in addition to your gun and 2 additional magazines.
2 Pairs of Cuffs
Can of OC Spray

Taser
Baton
Flashlight
Radio
Joker Toxin Antidote (1 dose)

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5758170
supporting

>>5758168
>Get someone to talk to him out front, grab his attention while someone sneaks in the back. Then we arrest him or shoot him, depending on the situation and the hostages.

>>5758206
>>5757555 So this is one of the quests you were talking about, nice to see you here. You're a great QM by the way.

>>5758170
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>>5758175

Roll: 66
DC: 60
PASS

You take a deep breath and focus on the gas station, the sirens and lights fade away and you hear shuddering breath in your ears, you feel a tremble in your hand. Fear.

"If we can talk him down, great. He's afraid I can feel it." You say

"You can feel it..." Hawthorne repeats closing his eyes. "Metas." He repeats again.

"Look lets just try and if we fail then Kimble may have a clear shot to get him in the back. It's not honorable but it saves civvies." You state point blank. Hawthorne takes your words to heart nodding.

"Alright, you advance and try to speak to him. I'll stay here on radio with Kimble and try to get him into a good spot. If you can't get him outside without a weapon then we have to take him out." He grabs the radio and nods.

You approach the building slowly and get close to the rear door. You press your body to the stone building and take a deep breath.

>Try the door and go for solo entry.
>Call out to the robber from outside and try to get his attention.
>Toss open the door but do not enter.
>Write-In

>>5758219
>>Try the door and go for solo entry.
>>Write-In
Holster weapon, step to the side of the door and knock first and speak to the assailant before we enter. This way we let him know we are entering and if he does fire a burst at the door, we won't be caught taking it full on.

>>5758219
>>Call out to the robber from outside and try to get his attention.

>>5758226
Supporting.

>>5758219

>>5758219
>>Write-In
>Call out to the robber from outside, try the door and go for solo entry.

Guy with the shotgun is scared, I dont want to surprise him

>>5758219
>Call out to the robber from outside and try to get his attention.

>>5758208
Thanks. I quite like this one, seems like it's shaping up to be a good one. Interested to see where we'll end up.

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You close your eyes and take a breath. Suddenly you're there, across town, you try to block it out but it pushes through. Your body shudders and you hear the snarling of a dog, the rattling of chain fence, and the scuffing of sneakers on asphalt. Somewhere in Gotham a teen punk corners a dog with rock in hand, you feel his fear. The fear of a cornered animal.

You blink back to the moment and see Hawthorne gazing at you from behind the cruiser, his brow furrowed deeply, you holster your gun and check the door. Hinges aren't showing, that means the door swing in, you test the handle and the door opens silently.

"GCPD!" You shout into the dark backroom.

"Fuck off!" you hear in reply, the voice hoarse and shakey.

"Alright hey calm down. I know you're scared but I am not here to hurt you. I may be the only person here interested in talking to-" Your sentence is cut short by a shotgun blast. Dime sized holes of light shine through the thin door that separates this managers office from the main station. "FUCK. OFF." he repeats from inside. His voice louder but still wavering.

"We have more shots fired, no connection with LEO on site. Where the fuck is my ambulance." You hear crackling over your radio. Kimble's voice.

You hear double of Hawthorne as your radio crackles again. "You tried your best Rook. This guy isn't talking. back off and regroup so we can go in to engage together."

The city is silent. Almost like it's holding it's breath.

>"Listen to me, I am the only thing standing between you and a bullet in the head. You need to put the gun down now and come out." (Req. Roll)
>"Hey man, hear me out. I know you're really scared in there and that's why you took a shot at me. But if you come out without the gun we can work this out." (Req. Roll)
>Fall back and prepare for a breach and clear with Hawthorne.
>Write In (May Req Roll)

I will wait for a consensus before calling for a roll.

>>5758315

>"Hey man, hear me out. I know you're really scared in there and that's why you took a shot at me. But if you come out without the gun we can work this out. The cop you shot is still breathing out there - that means I can still get you out of here alive if you work with me." (Req. Roll)

>>5758326
+1

>>5758315
>>5758326
+1 We're quite literally their only chance of getting out alive.

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Going gentle on him. 1d100, Best of Three.
DC:55

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>5758344
Wonder if we can end up like Harrier Du Bois

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>>5758346
The roll DCs in this quest are just getting blown past.

Still holding for potential crit success or fail.

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>>5758344

bigger number better person

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>>5758344

Here you go chief

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PASS

"Hey man, hear me out. I know you're really scared in there and that's why you took a shot at me. But if you come out without the gun we can work this out." You say into the dark.

Your voice reverbs in the bare office. A shadow blocks the pin holes shining through the dark.

"I just fucking shot at you, man. Can't you take a hint?" He racks the slide and you hear a plastic shell clatter to the floor, a live round ejected, the dog bares his teeth.

"Sure I can but I also understand. A man in your position hears the word police and I mean, what can I expect. There's a reason I didn't bust in here."

"You don't understand shit! You stay the fuck out or I'll shoot you." He yells back, his voice breaks ever so slightly.

"I'll tell you what I understand, I am quite literally your only chance of getting out alive. You shot a cop in Gotham."

Your only reply is icy silence. The shadow on the door shifts slightly.

"I know you know I'm right." you continue. "You know that once you pulled that trigger you made a horrible mistake. I can't lie to you and say it's not going to have consequences, but you will at least live to see past those consequences. If you keep this up, you're not making it to see the sun set."

You hear the gun shift and rattle in his hands. The sounds of soft mumbling, then louder.
"Fuck..FUCK." and you hear a clunk.

"I tossed the gun behind the counter okay? I'm gonna open the door unarmed and trust you. Just don't fucking kill me, man. Please don't fucking kill me."

You grab your radio.
"Dispatch, Suspect appears to be surrendering. Hold for confirmation." You place a hand on your gun but don't draw it. You have to have some trust despite all instincts.

The door creaks and slowly reveals the buzzing yellow tint of gas station lights illuminating the room. He stands in front of you, hands up, one hand clutching a mask. He looks to be no older than 17.

"Turn around and approach slowly. I have to cuff you." You state. he complies and you radio it in.

"Dispatch, this is 1-Adam-0. Show us code 4." You holster the radio and pull the suspect over to your car. Hawthorne watches as you open the back of the car and set the man inside."

He approaches you with a strange look in his eye. You can't tell if it's good or bad.

>Why were you so determined to bring this guy in alive? Rookies usually can't wait to engage a suspect. One that shot a cop no less.

>>5758380
Because it's the right thing to do. There's plenty of psychos running around after one bad day. Don't need to go around making more.

>>5758380
>>Why were you so determined to bring this guy in alive? Rookies usually can't wait to engage a suspect. One that shot a cop no less.

If we wanted to break skulls and blasting, we would have put on a cape and made up a funny name.

We have a police badge.

Gotta call it a little early guys, take some time and think about your replies for a bit. Really enjoying seeing you flesh out the morals of Officer DeLucia and what kind of cop he wants to be.

>>5758380
Because we are cops, not vigilantes. Got to keep the peace without causing even bigger damage. Gotham is fucked enough with the gangsters going gung-ho and shooting everywhere, no need to add the police to the mix.
And there's always the risk of a stray bullet hitting a civilian, or other types of collateral.

>>5758380
We're cops, our main goal is to protect the civvies, our reputation is already shit and we don't want a stray bullet to bury it further.
God knows Gotham is fucked and we don't need to put everyone against us by being lethaly aggressive

>>5758380

“TO, let me explain - this kid owes me his life. Eventually, he’s going to do some thinking and figure that out. I’m going be cashing that favor in if I need help.”

Basically, we just bought ourselves a CI.

>>5758380
To keep the civilians safe. If this guy lives or dies... Well, that's secondary, but ending situations without violence is safest, and best. Does Gotham need more violence?

(Backlinking to my last post at >>5758263. I'm on mobile)

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>+1
Copchads BTFOing Vigilantecels

>>5758396
+1

>>5758380
>An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind, sir. I don't think anything good can come from killing someone. It just perpetuates the cycle that Gotham's been trapped in for decades.

>>5758380
>An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind, sir. I don't think anything good can come from killing someone. It just perpetuates the cycle that Gotham's been trapped in for decades.

Except kill mass murderers, terrorists and serial killers. I guess batman rule but we get to use a gun and shoot few people

>>5758380
in the heat of the moment everyone does stupid things that we might regret

>>5758396
+1

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>>5758394
>Supporting these
Capes like the Bat might be able to whatever the fuck they want with zero accountability but we can't. Plus killing a 17 year old is bad publicity.

>>5758389
>>5758394

Supporting. Honor the Badge.

>>5758389
supporting this

A quick question to the qm, can we expect any snowballing into power because of good rolls or is the meta ability gonna be a static thing? i mean you did mention it'd be a small scale power but are any upgrades in mind?

>>5759066
It's DC. Better use of the low level powers prob can be leveraged well beyond low level problems

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"We're cops. Gotham has been dealing with this shit for years and years, the civilians don't trust us and the city is fucked enough without us adding to the mix. If I was looking to do whatever I wanted then I would have given myself a funny name and put on a cape. You say, some of your underlying frustration spilling through. Hawthorne stares you down.

"We have a badge, Sir." you say finally after a breath. He nods. "You're an Oath and Honor Officer." he says simply. "Good thing you ended up with me then. Going with Kimble or some other TO and you'd be labelled a boy scout the rest of your career. But people know me, they know I do my best to walk the straight and narrow." Hawthorne seems to almost look through you. "You remind me of when I was a rookie." He mouth goes taut, he goes to speak but the radio cuts him off.

"1-Adam-0, Your 502 is waking up giving you a heads up as requested." Central comes through crackling.

"Copy Central, show us Code 4 at Officer Kimble's Call returning to the station to process the suspect." He hooks up his radio and looks into the backseat. "Good work." He says simply.

"Thank you sir, I just hope it doesn't ruin his life I mean the guy is so youn-" your voice trails off as you don't see the 17 year old kid who surrendered earlier, you see a man in his late 30's tears streaming in your back seat.
Hawthorne didn't seem to be listening. You blink a few times and shake your head. Overuse of shivers leads to reality bleeds, you wanted your first day to go well so you didn't take your usual precautions. You climb into the passenger seat and begin the drive back to GCPD station.

>Ask Hawthorne something. (What?)
>Ask the suspect something (What?)
>Write In

>>5760030
>Ask Hawthorne something. (What?)
Has there been a meta officer on the force before? How did it, uh, go?

>>5760030
>you don't see the 17 year old kid who surrendered earlier, you see a man in his late 30's tears streaming
huh
>>5760049
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>>5760049
Support.

>>5760049
+1

>>5760049
Support

>>5760050
The guy’s soul / mind is probably underdeveloped and when we looked at it, it appeared as a 17 year old

>>5760049
Supporting this

Also love the direction we're taking, dutybound characters are a weakness of mine

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>this

>>5760049
+1

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"Sir. Can I ask you a question?" You speak up after a few minutes of driving with nothing but the sound of sniffles and pot holes.

"Is this a personal question, rook?" He asks without taking his eyes off the road.

"No sir. It's about the job."

Then I am obliged to answer, what's on your mind son?" He gives you a side glance.

"I'm just curious sir if there have been any other meta-officers on the job before and well uh..you know. How did it go for them?" You manage to get out, you aren't typically so open when it comes to talking about your "condition" so it's a struggle to find the right words. Hawthorne seems to take in the question and nods slowly as he makes a wide turn.

"Well the slot on the form exists for a reason, rook. You are one of few but not the first, typically though.." His sentence trails off and he sighs. "I'm not saying this to scare you son but I have a duty to train you for these streets. They are going to test you in ways you can't imagine and I'm not going to lie. Sometimes this city and it's people are going to ask you questions and by simply being you there is no correct answer you can give." He frowns deeply. "You already know this badge attracts trouble like shit draws flies, that goes double for Meta-Officers. All the trouble Meta bad guys have caused in this city there are entire families that are going to hate you before ever meeting you. Officers who aren't ever going to trust you to have their backs on the street. Any joint ops with A.R.G.U.S. You can kiss away a chance of working on those." He shakes his head the entire time he talks.

"My powers aren't dangerous, sir. They really can only make me a better cop." You say. Hawthorne gives his head a shake. "Not good enough son, you are an "other" to some people and no amount of good work is going to undo that. You see Superman on the TV pulling down crashing jet liners like he's setting a baby down for a nap and every other year Congress is considering some bill or legislation to keep him and his Justice Club in check or under thumb. Being different is crime enough to keep you under the microscope, if you get a bad bust it isn't going to be a rookie cop making a mistake it's going to be a headline. It's the world we live in." He pulls the shop into the parking bay of the GCPD and looks to you.

>"How does that make you feel, Rookie?"

>>5760792
"Honestly? It pisses me off. As much as I wanna say that it's just how things have to be... It's too far. It's tying people down, when they could be working for the same people glaring at them. I wish I could say I want to change that, but... Well, I'm just one cop, at the end of the day. No 'Batman with a gun', right?"

>>5760792
"I feel a lot of pressure on me, like I have to fill boots twice as big as everyone else thanks to my gift, but at the same time I know that my power gives me more potential to make a difference in Gotham.

Balanced, just as it should be."

>>5760792
>Disappointed but it's understandable many wouldn't trust metas. Sometimes it seems like most metas think their abilities mean they're above the law and either exploit it for personal gain as supercriminals or decide they'll embark on their own crusade against crime while hiding behind a mask to avoid any accountability. Not to mention the collateral damage metas can and do cause.

>>5760792
>>5760799, with a bit of...>>5760812
"Honestly? It pisses me off. As much as I wanna say that it's just how things have to be... It's too far. It's tying people down, when they could be working for the same people glaring at them. I wish I could say I want to change that, but... But it's understandable many wouldn't trust metas. Sometimes it seems like most metas think their abilities mean they're above the law and either exploit it for personal gain as supercriminals or decide they'll embark on their own crusade against crime while hiding behind a mask to avoid any accountability. Not to mention the collateral damage metas can and do cause. I just wish things were different."

>>5760792
>>5760799
>This

>>5760812
supporting

>>5760826
I think this is the better one.

>>5760792
We should probably ask if we should have lied. Just to see his reaction to it. Not that we'd lie about it regardless.

>>5760826
+1

>>5760792
>>5760826 +1

>>5760826
>>5760860
>>5760895
>>5760899
"Honestly, sir?" You start. Hawthorn nods.

"You don't wanna lie to me, Rook." He says in his usual emotionless tone.

You sigh and dump it all. "It pisses me off. As much as I wanna say that it's just how things have to be... It's too far. It's tying people down, when they could be working for the same people glaring at them. I wish I could say I want to change that, but...I get why the trust isn't there. Sometimes it seems like most metas think their abilities mean they're above the law and either exploit it for personal gain as super-criminals or decide they'll go on their own crusade against crime while hiding behind a mask to avoid any accountability. Not to mention the collateral damage metas can and do cause. I just wish things were different." as you start to finish speaking you see Hawthorne opening his door and stepping out of the car.

"Sir?" You ask after him, you get no reply as he pulls the suspect from the back of the car. Almost scared you peek at him again and see he is still in his late 30's. You shake your head, your brain must have still been locked on the kid and the dog across Gotham. Hawthorne stops and looks at you.

"Waiting for a formal invite Rookie?" He says, jerking his head towards the intake door. You take the hint and hop out, you follow your TO and step inside. Despite your discussion Hawthorne doesn't say anything or give you any looks. He passes off your prisoner.
"Handle the intake and paperwork on this one, assault on an officer so keep your hands up." He says sitting the man roughly down on a bench. He turns to you.

"We have a drunk to interrogate rookie. You take lead, don't let me down this far into Day 1." He states.

>"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect."
>"I would be more comfortable if you took lead and I observed, Sir."
>"Do you not have any thoughts on what I said sir?"
>(OPTIONAL) Try to get a read on Hawthorne.

>>5760908
Apologies, failed to label that trying to get a read on Hawthorne will require a roll.

>>5760826
Support.

>>5760908
>(OPTIONAL) Try to get a read on Hawthorne.
Shivers...

>>5760916
Make this vote in addition to a Yes or No on taking lead Anon

>>5760908
>"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect."
>(OPTIONAL) Try to get a read on Hawthorne.

>>5760908
>"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect."
>(OPTIONAL) Try to get a read on Hawthorne.

>>5760908
>"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect."
>(OPTIONAL) Try to get a read on Hawthorne.

>>5760950
>>5760951
>>5760953
Give me 1d100 please. Worst of 3 being taken. Hawthorne is a tough customer.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5760959

>>5760916
>>5760920
>"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect."

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5760959

>>5760963
Oof

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5760959
It couldn't possibly get worse than 11

>>5760968
>>5760966
>>5760963
"Yes, Sir. Let's get to the suspect." Hawthorne gives you a nod and you try to get a read on the man or at least a read on how he feels about your rant.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Hawthorne's voice. "I like a good steak, side of mashed potatoes with extra butter, and a mug of beer. I hate bottles." He says to you over his shoulder.

"Sir?" You reply confused.

"The way you were eyeing me up Rookie. Figured I'd let you know what I liked to eat incase you were intent on asking me out to dinner." He says looking through some texts on his phone.

You try to respond but mostly stutter, you got nothing. Not even a tingle on your Shivers. Hawthorne turns to you steely eyed. "If I had a problem with you being a meta, I'd have never let you in my shop. You need to focus on the case you may have here with Mr.Bertinelli in here. My contact in lock up says he woke up, asked for some water and fell back asleep. Once we get in there it's your show. Don't ask me for nothing unless you absolutely need it."

He yanks open the door to holding and gestures for you to enter before him, you oblige and he follows, closing the door behind both of you. You notice a few occupied cells, one being prepped for your masked suspect.

Pino Bertinellie lays stretched out on the concrete slab that covers the back of the holding cell as a makeshift bench, his arms rests on his head covering his eyes.

>Give him the "Gotham Alarm Clock" lots of banging and loud noises, maybe shine your flashlight at him. Get him off balance.
>Request a blanket from the Holding supervisor, go for the good cop approach. get him comfortable and see if he loosens up.
>No time for good cop bad cop, enter the cell and yank him to his feet by his shirt. A guy like this has probably never even had hands put on him.
>Write-In

>>5760974
>Give him the "Gotham Alarm Clock" lots of banging and loud noises, maybe shine your flashlight at him. Get him off balance.

Hungover crims won’t be happy, but are more pliable

>>5760974
>Give him the "Gotham Alarm Clock" lots of banging and loud noises, maybe shine your flashlight at him. Get him off balance.

>>5760974
>Give him the "Gotham Alarm Clock" lots of banging and loud noises, maybe shine your flashlight at him. Get him off balance.
Wakey wakey.

>>5760974
>>Give him the "Gotham Alarm Clock" lots of banging and loud noises, maybe shine your flashlight at him. Get him off balance.

>>5760982
>>5760992
>>5760999
>>5761039
"Gotham Alarm Clock" you say to Hawthorne pulling your heavy flashlight from your belt. You see him smirk before he realizes this is supposed to be a test and wipes it away in an instant.

You take a deep breath and begin walking the length of the cage while saying in your best falsetto "Room Service!!! Welcome to the Chateu de Gotham. This is your wake up call!" As the heavy ended flashlight clanks and clangs off the iron bars.

You watch Pino shoot up looking around with red bleary eyes and holding his hands to his ears. "Ehh?" is all he gets out before he has switches to shielding his face as you blast the light directly into his face. "You have too much to drink buddy? Can't see straight?" You continue.

Pino finds his voice. "Come on man..stop that shit. Fuck off seriously." He says blocking the light.

"You mean this?" you say giving the bar a whack. He holds up a hand in pain.

"Yes. Fucking that." He looks at you miserably. "What the fuck am I doing here?" He asks you. "Aren't I supposed to get a lawyer?"

"Lawyers only come when called, so unless your lawyer can receive messages via dream then no." You continue, you begin unlocking the cell door and step in. Pino assumes the classic wise guy posture, leaning back on the rim of the window with his arms resting on the sill.

"In that case, I want my lawyer." Pino states. Hawthorne whistles. "I'll pass that to the man at the desk." He says looking at you pointedly.

"Try to wrap this up before I'm back." He turns and exits the room. Leaving you alone with Pino.

>You're on a time limit, you have to go at him hard. Get physical.
>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.
>Wiseguys are still people, maybe you can startle him by switching gears, get personaly and play nice with him.
>Write-In

(Write Ins encouraged for this one, get creative fellas. All options will incure a roll with shifting DC for how "convincing" you are.)

>>5761081
>Use shivers to get a read on him
since this guy is no hawthorne can we use shivers more effectively on him? if he's not really afraid then there's no point in intimidation tactics.

>>5761081
>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.

>>5761081
>Wiseguys are still people, maybe you can startle him by switching gears, get personaly and play nice with him.
The guy is on defensive after being rattled awake. Let's throw him off balance.

>>5761081
>Wiseguys are still people, maybe you can startle him by switching gears, get personaly and play nice with him.

>>5761081

>Wiseguys are still people, maybe you can startle him by switching gears, get personaly and play nice with him.

“You can expect this treatment for years unless you decide to make it easy on yourself, friend. A few words here and there might see your sentence shortened…maybe even eliminated.”

>>5761081
>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.

>>5761081
>Wiseguys are still people, maybe you can startle him by switching gears, get personaly and play nice with him.
Play up the naive rookie angle. All but invite him to work us over while Hawthorne's out of the room. Let him implicate himself by trying to bribe or blackmail us while we're recording him.

>>5761081
>>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.

>>5761089
We've overused Shivers a bit, alas. it's why we were getting reality bleeds. Let's not start hallucinating while alone in a cell with a mafiaso on our first day.

>>5761081
I like >>5761145, and support it.

>>5761081
>>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.

>>5761081
>Police are allowed to lie to suspects, try that. Tell him you have him connected to something else.

>>5761145
>Support

>>5761145

This is smart, I’m switching my vote to back this.

This is my previous vote
>>5761115

>>5761145
This

>>5761145
+1

>>5761539
>>5761423
>>5761407
>>5761367
>>5761192
>>5761145


Going nice, so nice he feels compelled to hit you.

Give me a 1d100 for Passive Provocation, best of 3.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>5761541

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5761541

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5761541

>>5761544
>>5761550
>>5761562
Roll: 73
DC: 70
SUCCESS!

"Ah I get it, Pino. Get your lawyer like you were told." You start, slumping against the wall looking out between the bars.

"I know my rights." He says

"Yeah man I get it. You and I are kinda the same in a way." You continue, checking your fingernails for dirt.

"What do you mean by that, pig?" He says, his voice irritated already. You shiver and your head feels hot.

"I mean. I'm a rookie here, literally my first day. My TO didn't even trust me to talk to you alone so he came in here to babysit me. Probably the same thing that lawyer was told to do."

"Excuse me?" You see him start to rise in your peripheral vision but continue to feign ignorance.

"Yeah I mean, we are both the low man on the totem pole I mean.." You laugh. "You couldn't even be trusted to drive a car sober, why would your family have any trust that you wouldn't rat on them first chance you got." You hear a sharp intake of breath. You have him.

"Be honest with yourself Pino, you're a nobody in your family and they know it. The most good you could ever do the Bertinelli's is by keeping your mouth shut and listening to daddy like a good boy." You finish it with a sharp laugh, you make sure to close your eyes. Show your side wide open. An irresistible target.

You feel a force ram your side.
"Nobody fucking talks to me like that you pig bastard." He shouts as he tackles you to the floor.

This is when it gets real, you have to hold out long enough to get some help. He's a boozy trust fund mafioso but he's still got about 20 pounds on you, fat or not. You feel his grubby mitts slamming against your vest and sides.

>Keep this fight hands only
>Go for some OC Spray to hold him off
>Deploy your taser and put him back to sleep
>Get to your feet and draw your weapon, keep him at bay with your gun until the doors open
>Write In

(These will incur rolls)

>>5761626
>Keep this fight hands only
We take some hits, add assault on an officer to his list and we have him.

>>5761626
>Keep this fight hands only

>>5761626
>hands only

Can we double down on defense? It'd be better if he got through this with no bruises until Hawthorne comes back.

>>5761626
>Keep this fight hands only

>>5761626

>Keep this fight hands only

We got him here

Give me 1d100

Taking the middle most roll for how you hold up.
Taking >>5761633 into account and taking this as a battle of withstanding not knocking him out.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5761681

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5761681
Gimme the crit boyo

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5761681
>66 65
looks like we know what's comin'

>>5761686
>>5761685

This isn't a boxing ring, you aren't here to impress anyone, and you know time is on your side. You keep your hands up and protect your vitals, ensuring to keep your gun hip away from him at all times.

His hands thud against your vest and arms with no effect, you mainly fight back with shoves and bumps keeping him at range and prodding just enough to keep him seeing red. It isn't more than 30 seconds before you hear the door thrown open and see 2 uniformed officers storm into the room guns drawn.

"Bertinelli, back off now!" One officer yells with intensity. From between your arms you see Hawthorne enter the room, baton in hand. Without a word he marches to Pino and slams the thick shaft of his weapon into his thigh. You hear a gasp of pain and suddenly the weight that was pressing against you is slumped at your feet.

"Might wanna explain to your lawyer how a DUI charge ended up as Assault on a Police Officer, Pino." Says Hawthorne standing above him, tapping the baton in his palm.

"You good, son?" He asks you, keeping his eyes firmly on Pino.

"Yes sir." You reply straightening out your uniform. You clear your throat and look at Hawthorne.

"Maybe we can forget this happened if Pino decides to talk to us. Maybe he has something to trade." A gleam of understanding hits Hawthorne's eyes.

"Reckless, Officer DeLucia. I never want to see you put yourself in danger like this ever again." He speaks firmly. His voice is harsh but you catch the smallest sliver of approval.

"Get Mr.Bertenelli to an interrogation room with restraints please." He says hauling him to his feet. He looks to you and comes in close. Speaking quietly.

"Never do anything like that again. Ever. One wrong move and he's slamming your head into concrete or pulling your gun out of your holster or worse. This is a direct order from me, do you understand Rookie?"

>Sir, Yes Sir
>Respectfully Sir, It was calculated.
>I was holding back, sir. Trust me if I had wanted it would be him getting bounced off the concrete.
>Write-In

>>5761701
>Sir, Yes Sir

>>5761701
>Sir, Yes Sir

>>5761701
>>Sir, Yes Sir

>>5761701
>Respectfully Sir, It was calculated.
Probably wouldn't do this to a normal goon, but against a guy who's still hungover and not thinking straight it'd work out.

>>5761701
>Sir yes sir.


Didn't want to provoke him into swinging, IIRC.

>>5761701
>Sir, Yes Sir

>>5761701

>Sir, Yes Sir

Don’t argue with him, he’s our work dad.

Of course, he might’ve done the same thing if he was our age, but we gotta take the verbal beat down here

>>5761701
>>Sir, Yes Sir

>>5761701
>Respectfully Sir, It was calculated.

>>5761710
>>5761713
>>5761742
>>5761837
>>5761849
>>5761855
>>5762095

"Sir, Yes SIr." You say adopting a straighter posture. Hawthorne sighs.

"Regardless, this may end up working out for us. But it's out of our hands now, we pass him off to detectives and let them take a run at him. Until then thanks to that you and I have a date with incident report paperwork and by that I mean YOU have a date with that paperwork." He begins to walk away and throws his hands up. "Ah hell." he says "Why stop with just one stack of papers, you'll probably want to be busy until Pino is done with the detectives so how about you just grab a desk and get settled? I'll get all your first day paperwork and we can get it out of the way before last rounds after sunset." He smiles at you, something unflattering on his face. You nod solemnly and accept this punishment.

Before long you're sat in the hard uncomfortable desk chair of the GCPD writing more than you have since grade school. Slowly over the course of an hour and a half you work through the paperwork until you come to your final form.

[FIELD TRAINING OFFICER REVIEW FORM:
This document is to be filled out at the end of the trainee's first day and be provided by their Training Officer. This document is not to be filled or filed until the completion of the entirety of Trainee Officer's first shift. After being filled out this document is to be submitted to the Watch Commander on duty.]
The form is 2 pages with boxes to write your answers.
>What is your honest review of the methods used by your Training Officer?
>Do you wish to request an exchange of Training Officers, if so why?
>Have you at any point during this shift felt as if your TO did not have your best interests at heart?
>Any General Comments or Concerns regarding your Training Officer?

OR

>Do not fill out this file yet, your shift has yet to conclude.

>>5762468
>>Do not fill out this file yet, your shift has yet to conclude.

>>5762468
>>Do not fill out this file yet, your shift has yet to conclude.

>>5762468
>Do not fill out this file yet, your shift has yet to conclude.

>>5762468
>What is your honest review of the methods used by your Training Officer?
They were useful for getting us ready for what the job is like, at its best and worst. We got a fee for how to handle ourselves in real-world situations.
>Do you wish to request an exchange of Training Officers, if so why?
No.
>Have you at any point during this shift felt as if your TO did not have your best interests at heart?
No.
>Any General Comments or Concerns regarding your Training Officer?
No.

Hawthorne seems cool. No reason to gush, though, or to call him out for the minor issues (the 'first day worst day' ritual could easily get someone killed if a rook was too trigger-happy, but I guess we ended that by beating their trick anyway).

>>5762468
>>Do not fill out this file yet, your shift has yet to conclude.

>>5762646
>>5762504
>>5762503
>>5762489

You take the file, and put it in your desk drawer. You'll get this later after your shift. Hawthorne approaches with a white grease stained bag and hold it up to you.

"Burger and fries as a reward for the paperwork." He says. He takes a seat in a loose chair next to you. "Detectives have been working Pino this entire time, he actually gave something up which means he isn't gonna get anything for putting hands on you." He grimaces and puts his foot up. "Hate making deals with these scumbags."

"Necessary evil." You say while unwrapping your burger and getting into it.

"Well this evil yielded a chance to do some good. he gave up a warehouse for stolen cars that they are holding onto." He says

You choke down your burger. "Really?" You ask, smirk on your face

"Try not to feel so proud of yourself." He says through a chuckle. "I managed to get us a spot on the scene." He says, giving you a sly look.

You give him a smile back. "Sounds good sir."

"It's nothing special just guarding perimeters, but don't say I never did nothing for you. Get the shop set up and take this special request form to the armory. Get yourself something for the occasion.

You finish up your meal and head to the armory.
You Request Out:
>A Long Gun, a rifle with good stopping power.
>Trauma Plates for your vest, extra protection
>Flashbang Grenade, kept in a locked box until needed
>Write In

>>5762668
>Trauma Plates for your vest, extra protection
Gear keeps you alive

>>5762668
>Trauma Plates for your vest, extra protection

>>5762668
>Trauma Plates for your vest, extra protection

>>5762668
>Trauma Plates for your vest, extra protection
Can't say no to plates.

>>5762670
>>5762672
>>5762689
>>5762690
You get a few trauma plates for you and Hawthorne, you know that a Mafioso hideout has a chance of going loud and it's better to be safe than sorry. You slot in the extra plates on your vest and make sure it's comfortable.

Minutes later you are rolling down the dark streets of Gotham. You look up to the sky and see the usual roiling clouds. Plastered against the dull grey clouds is a bright shining symbol, a light background and a dark bat emblem.

"Yeah get used to it, Rook. You're probably gonna end up seeing that light in the sky more than the fucking moon at the rate things are going. Dent wants a team to be dedicated to the Batman but half the department loves the guy. There's always a rookie looking to make his bones by bringing in the Bat."

>"What about you, Rookie? What do you think of The Batman?

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>>5762694
I forgot the picture.

>>5762694
I don't like how he operates outside the law but we need his help, better to have him more or less on our side then have him fully against us

>>5762694
>Don't like him. I mean, I guess he's Justice League and maybe even a meta, but he's the kind of guy who makes things tougher for the rest of us because he thinks he's above the law... And above boring paperwork.
Seems in-keeping with our characterization so far.

>>5762694
>Well meaning idiot. He fights the bad guys we can't deal with but that no-kills rule is gonna get him killed someday. Or get people killed, if it hasn't already.

>>5762694
>Don't like him. I mean, I guess he's Justice League and maybe even a meta, but he's the kind of guy who makes things tougher for the rest of us because he thinks he's above the law... And above boring paperwork.

>>5762694
>Probably some rich fratboy who acts like he has dissociative personality disorder and is in tight with the commissioner. There's no other way I can think of that he hasn't been caught yet.

>>5762694
>You like that one of the tights wearing loons is on your side, but hate that he feels necessary.

Ultimately, Batman is a symptom of a much simpler, but also more complex problem. The government and the police are incapable of keeping people safe. It'd be ideal if he put all that gear and skill into the police force, but he doesn't believe it to be the best option. This most damning thing about the vigilante schtick is that, against the nutters walking in and out of Arkham, it works. And not just in Gotham. Metropolis, Bludhaven, Jump, anywhere some maniac in a costume knocks over a jewelry shop, it's usually another maniac in a costume that stops them. It should be a cop, who can be held accountable for the mistakes they make while still beinv effective.

A kid who wants to stop villain should dream of badges, not masks.

>>5762703
>>5762711
"I don't like him." You begin flatly. Hawthorne raises an eyebrow.

"Didn't expect you to have such strong feelings, Rook."

You shrug and continue. "Don't get me wrong I mean, he's Justice League and maybe even a meta like me, but he's the kind of guy who makes things tougher on people like us because he thinks he's above the law, I bet all the boring paperwork I just did in an hour is more than he does in 5 years." You sigh and rest your head on your cheek. "It just doesn't feel right. You're a kid dreaming of catching bad guys and you're more attracted to the mask than a badge." You stare out into the inkly blackness of Gotham letting your words hang in the stifled air of the cruiser.

"You're definitely the most philosophical Rookie I've met in GCPD. But I don't entirely disagree with you. I've met him you know?" Hawthorne says, switching on his high beams to penetrate the slow rolling fog creeping in from alleys and sewer grates.

"Batman?" You ask, pulling your head from it's resting position on the window.

"And the little guy. Robin. I was probably about two years into my career and I had the case that got me into Narcotics Squad. Shipment of a drug called 'Vertigo' old school for a guy like you I may as well be talking about Quaaludes. Guy running the shipment went by "Count Vertigo" dressed up like a cheap Vegas Magician. Imagine it, 9 years into the force and you watch a man get kicked in the chin so hard the sequins fly off his cape. It was like magic." He chuckles reliving the memory.

"Did you say anything to him? To Batman?" You ask, curious.

"I told him Freeze and Get on The Ground. Found out that night his suit is bulletproof."

"You shot at Batman?"

Hawthorne shrugs. "It was dark, who's to say which officer fired the shot."

Before you can continue your questions, red and blue lights catch your eye.

Hawthorne scowls. "This was supposed to be a quiet operation." He roughly grabs the radio.
"Central this is Adam-0 requesting an update on Gangland's Event at Dan's Discount Auto."
Static crackles in reply before the radio speaks up.
"Adam-0, we are showing multiple DB's on site. No report of gunfire, suspect unknown, Gangland is requesting officers to hold perimeter while they search the building, stay cautious."

"Copy."

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You both get out of the shop. At Hawthorne's request you double check your weapons and belt. You give Hawthorne a thumbs up and he pops the trunk. "Grab a shotgun, when holding perimeter where there may be an active suspect I like to have superior fire power." He grabs his own and slings it over his shoulder. As you approach you notice two bodies facedown in the lot. A detective sits crouched over the body, pen in his hand poking at a stiff item emerging from the bodies back. He waves you over.

"Hawthorne, you old dog. Good to see you again." He smiles and gives Hawthorne a firm handshake.

"Detective Hans, this is my Rookie. Mark DeLucia. Officer DeLucia this is Detective Samuel Hans, former narcotic detective gone Gangland." He smiles and claps the shoulder of the Detective. "I'm guessing you have a job for my Rookie Sammy?" He smiles knowingly.

"Indeed I do Officer Hawthorne. Rookie, Your TO and I are gonna go secure the rear door. He's gonna be on duty there. You stay near the front and be contact for the next car that pulls up, as well I hope you have gloves because the items embedded in these suspects need to be recovered." He motions to the dead men and smiles. "Best of look Rookie." he chuckles as he walks away with Hawthorne. "Don't forget to bag em rookie. Nobody with a brain is coming out the front door so stay near the car and radio after you collect the evidence."

You sigh and watch as they head off, at the very least this is a good chance to see if you have any chops at being detective one day. May as well make the best of it. Slowly and carefully you remove the objects from the victims, short and stout but with sharpened perfect points. Crossbow bolts?

You hold the bolt in your gloved hand, illuminated by your cruiser headlights, it looks expensive. Whoever had this didn't get it at a sporting store. As you bag the bolt you feel something.

You stare at the door into the auto dealer's warehouse, it twists into a screaming mouth. A woman's scream pierces only your ears as you stare into the growing maw. All that waits inside is pain and terror. But the screaming goes silent. Everything is silent. You feel goosebumps brush against the rough wool of your uniform.

Someone is watching you. Somewhere.

>Rush to the car and get the radio, call for Hawthorne.
>Shake it off, this is more reality bleed from overuse earlier. You can't trust it.
>Prepare your shotgun and call out.
>Write In