Mayor Of Star City

“Allow me to officially welcome all of you to the fundraiser tonight! It’s too rare that our beautiful city finds occasion for fun and levity, and I can’t think of a better reason to make time for it than to honor the men and women who protect our streets.” Harvey raised his hand as he spoke, giving a few of the nearby SCPD officers a wave. “When I asked my old friend Jim Gordon to leave Gotham behind to help me turn Star City around, I knew it meant I was putting the police department into the most capable hands we could ask for. I hope the fine people of Star City agree that I made the right choice and that all of you, like me, feel safer knowing we have these brave folks on our side.”

There was a brief pause as Harvey waited out the applause that followed. He nodded along with it, clapping his hands around the microphone, before finally continuing. “I’m not here tonight to steal the spotlight or bore you all to tears with a long-winded speech, so I’ll keep it short and sweet. Join me in celebrating the Star City Police Department by enjoying yourselves and all the festivities. I understand a special thank you is in order to Mary Jane Watson, who is the mastermind behind this party. Let’s give Mary Jane and the SCPD one more round of applause!”

“Yes, forgive me for not ensuring it happened sooner.” she said lightly, not really meaning it, after all he’d made no strong attempt to meet with her either. With a smile she stepped forward and lowered herself into the chair.

“I won’t mince words, neither of us really have the time, but the recent events at that carnival have concerned the head of NOVA.” her boss, “To the point that they believe firmer action needs to be taken. We will be increasing patrols of our agents throughout the city to ensure the citizens safety and take no chances should we believe a threat is present.” Along with stepping up some of their more, private projects.  

“Between juggling the police force arrests, what goes to trial, who gets cut deals and dealing with the mayor and his government?” Foggy answered, he knew the job code well enough, he’d been ambitious in his youth… Still was, even if he’d put it on hold to try and help as many people as he could here.

Foggy sat a little straighter in his chair, “I’m saying they’d be willing to listen if I spoke. Perhaps open channels of communication.” He would not force them into anything, least of all with the dangers they might be in thanks to Nova and co.

“You sound confident that you’d be able to deliver that, Foggy. Almost as if it would be easy.” Harvey turned his head a little, leaving more of the scarred side of his face toward the other man. “If it were simple, I wouldn’t need to rely on a new District Attorney for it, would I?” It was a rhetorical question, really. He didn’t need an answer, and hadn’t accepted the meeting to create outright tension.

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Nova and the Ruling Government of the city were hardly even with one another but that didn’t mean there weren’t certain occasions in which it was prudent to meet. Jihl had an appointment with the good mayor, all made through secretary’s of course, to discuss the fallout of the Joker’s recent carnival fiasco. 

“Mayor Dent,” she smiled, perfectly charming, and reached out to shake his hand, “A pleasure to finally see you eye to eye, though despite the less than ideal circumstances.”

NOVA was a fly in the ointment at best. Their deep involvement in the city was a thorn in his side, something else that he had to work around or go through. Between District X and Jim deciding to break the SCPD away (something Harvey had supported, albeit only in private talks with the commissioner), too many things stayed up in the air. Harvey only had half a hand on any of them, at most, and it was infuriating.

“Oh thank God.” he probably shouldn’t have sounded so relieved it was just, the phantom responsibility of that practically had him running out of the room in fear.

Not that the fear was gone, if anything the more they talked the more corporeal it became. “Umm, y-yes,” he cleared his throat, “I do have the paper qualifications but we both know there’s a lot more to it than that.” Like governmental approval and a good/workable relationship with the local police at least.

“I have.” he nodded, “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the government hasn’t had much luck with District X, I have a good relationship with them, even funding. And several of the less privileged in the city.” He got free eats at several diners (though he still paid of course, despite the offer). “I’d tried to be good to everyone who needed me.”  

“There’s plenty to being the District Attorney. Or to being an effective one, at least.” Harvey had done the job in Gotham and in Star City - he knew it well. He needed someone good, but not so good that they ended up being a threat in and of themselves. Foggy seemed...perhaps harmless was not the word, but he did not inspire a great deal of concern. 

“I thought as much… would be wholly inappropriate of me to say that’s for the best for the justice system of the city?” he asked, making a small face of discomfort but not wanting to lie in this case.

And then that question came out of the blue and Foggy stared back, eyes wide with shock before a small, short (incredulous) laugh escaped him. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. I was not expecting that. I mean, me, DA? C’mon? I mean sure I’ve got the credentials, education and license, some experience with cases, media heavy ones,” he gestured slightly, trailing off as he realised what he said.

“Holy crap…” he swallowed, “I mean umm. In any case, I’m sure there are more experienced people you could consider? One’s who value all in the city equally?” he asked, half-hoping he’d be told ‘sure’ and his own guilt wouldn’t coerce him into putting his name forward…

“I didn’t offer you the job, Mr. Nelson,” Harvey folded his arms, “so don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m asking if you believe you’re qualified.” And by that bumbling reply, the answer did seem to be yes.

Harvey didn’t have much time for modesty. In his experience, it was usually a lie anyway. Most people knew what they were worth, even if they didn’t want to say it. Humble was a part of his own brand and always had been. For awhile he’d genuinely bought into it, as no doubt Foggy did about himself.

Kara shook her head again, but she knew any more argument would be exhaustive. She just didn’t want him to feel guilty; after all, she’d been the one who was late.

“Oh - you really…” She laughed. “Are you sure? I think you might be underestimating how much I can eat.” There was no doubt that she needed it. That morning she’d had a late start and hadn’t had time for food. The thought of waiting until lunch for anything substantial was nothing less than torture.

“I know.” June frowned, her eyebrows drawing together. “He will be different.” That was something she was prepared for. Death changed everyone, it was inevitable, no matter how they lived. “We must watch him carefully.” The way he interacted with the public could jeopardize the standing they had within their community. As much as she cared for him, she knew neither of them could allow that to happen; it would send everything they’d built into ruin.

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