right, well. maybe it was a risk going to the gcpd when she was technically dead to everyone else. but she was back and donna picked up right where she left off—by left off, she meant exposing poachers yet again. and now apparently there was a serial killer on the loose. stepping into the gcpd, she could see cops shouting at each other, the whole station the epitome of chaos. this is where dick works? jesus. she’s not really one to judge but...well, she shouldn’t really be surprised at how gcpd works. and then someone was suddenly in front. shit. “commissioner, hey, good to see you,” she said in her most casual voice, “is dick around?”

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the times donna’s interacted with bruce were times when she was still with diana. they were all greetings before she was ushered off to the drawing room in wayne manor and spent some time with dick. but she was observant, and she knows bruce may have been trying to hide it, but donna may have had a stroke of luck of being in the right place at the right time. “if i ask, will you answer?” because he may have told her to just ask, but bruce wayne never said he was going to answer. and she wanted to know how he was connected with commissioner james gordon.

“i’m fine, agent romanoff.” cho waved off the master spy, not willing to admit that he really needed rest as his eyes stayed glued to the monitor in front of him. he’s been trying to figure out this merging since it began and he’s finally got a lead. or almost a lead. but he’s noticed that the formula he always saw on other people always ended with more questions than answers. for the first time in his life, he couldn’t solve something. “i just...i need to figure this out. this could be our key.”

harry was a little speechless at the sudden appearance of the woman in front of him. he was used to the roughhousing and just the normal, everyday occurrences in new york city. mugging, shooting, corrupt politicians, it was practically everywhere in new york. but ever since his city merged with gotham or whatever the hell it is, things just took a turn for the worse. “i’m gonna have to call you back,” harry said to the person on the other line before hanging up his phone, and finally approached the woman. “are you okay?,” the young heir asked as he offered a gloved hand. “that was a nasty landing.”

“Like that one? Why do I feel like there’s a story in here somewhere that’ll be better told when we’re not still covered in its guts?” They had defeated the beast, but it wasn’t pretty. “I need a shower and a martini.”