Through the Dark
Title: Through the Dark
Rating: PG
Summary: Veronica probably wouldn't hate Gotham so much if it wasn't only full of crime and freaks in masks.
Prompt: "Night" for crossovers50 and "Big Bang" for xoverland.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. owns "Batman" and all related characters; Rob Thomas and the CW own "Veronica Mars" and all related characters; I own nothing
Note: Part of the Save the Hero verse.
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"I hate Gotham at night," Veronica muttered, her breath frosting in the frigid air. She and Gordon were standing in front of Gotham National Bank, behind a line of police cars circling the building. Veronica was still in the dress from the party, although somebody had given her an FBI jacket to slip on over her winter coat, giving her a much needed extra layer of warmth.
"You hate Gotham no matter what time of day it is," Gordon corrected her, his eyes focused on the doorway of the building. Veronica made a face in response.
"It's not my fault this place lacks anything other than freaks in masks and crime," Veronica shot back, rubbing her gloved hands to try and restore feeling. "Any word from inside?" she asked, changing the question. Gordon shook his head.
"Nothing, other than the initial contact," Gordon replied, glancing towards the roof of the building. Veronica didn't follow his gaze, knowing what he was on the lookout for. Batman was still a persona non-grata among most of the law enforcement officers, but given the rise in people trying to emulate either the Bat or the Joker, he was grudgingly tolerated by GCPD.
Veronica, needing to move around to stay warm, left Gordon to his scan and walked over to where her fellow agents were standing.
"Nice dress," one of them, a newbie named Regan, said. Veronica raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. She continued staring at him until he turned away, his face beet red.
"So, anyone have anything constructive to add to the conversation?" Veronica asked the assembled group.
"Nothing," one of the more experienced agents, Lynette, told her, handing her a radio. "Other than the initial demand for safe passage from the bank, we haven't heard anything from the nutjob."
"Lovely," Veronica muttered, turning on her radio and slipping it inside the jacket pocket. Gordon had filled her in on the details of what had happened on their way over, so she didn't bother asking about them. "How long until the SWAT team is in place?" she asked instead, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"They're getting into position right now," Lynette said, shoulders hunched against the cold. Veronica nodded, scanning the skylines in spite of herself. Damn. The fact that it had become almost second nature scared Veronica more than a little. What was Gotham turning her in to? A flash of movement caught her eye, and she mentally grimaced.
"I need to talk to Gordon, I'll be right back," Veronica told Lynette, who gave Veronica a sympathetic look. The older woman knew about the unofficial policy of Veronica working with the Bat, and felt the same way the younger agent did. But, when you were living in the crime capital of the United States, you took what you could and made do.
"He's here," Veronica muttered to Gordon when she reached GCPD's portion of the encampment. Quietly and as discreetly as they could, they detached themselves from the group and made their way to the alley two buildings down.
"You're late," Veronica muttered archly when they reached the figure lurking in the shaddows, unable to help herself. "Didn't you ever learn it's rude to stand a lady up for a regular engagement?"
"What's the situation?" Batman asked, ignoring Veronica's comment, like he always did.
"Twelve hostages, all employees at the bank," Gordon answered, shooting a warning look at Veronica. "The Riddler is threatening to start killing them within the next thirty minutes if he doesn't get guaranteed safe passage from the bank. He's already shot somebody in the knee to make his point."
"As of now, it looks like he has two goons, but it's been hard to get a visual," Veronica chimed in, resisting the urge to rub her hands along her arms. "SWAT teams are moving into position, but the plans to see if we can get the hostages out first without resorting to that."
"What weapons are in there?" Batman demanded, looking between Gordon and Veronica.
"Automatics, but that's all we can tell so far," Gordon answered.
"Give me twenty minutes," Batman ordered, the order to leave heavy in his tone. Veronica rolled her eyes, and was about to turn around when she noticed the Bat giving her a once over.
"Yes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nice dress." Veronica couldn't be sure, but she was almost positive that there was a smirk in his voice. She closed her eyes for a brief moment as she shook her head, and when she opened them up again, he was gone.
"Say a word, and you die, Gordon," Veronica warned him in a growl, wondering if it would be bad form to shoot the damn madman herself.
"I wasn't going to," he protested, but she could hear the humor in his voice, which made it worse.
"You were thinking it, and again, breathe a word of this to anybody, and you're a dead man." They began walking back towards the law enforcement officers, Veronica's shoes tapping sharply on the ground.
"It is a nice dress, though."
"Gordon..."
Rating: PG
Summary: Veronica probably wouldn't hate Gotham so much if it wasn't only full of crime and freaks in masks.
Prompt: "Night" for crossovers50 and "Big Bang" for xoverland.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. owns "Batman" and all related characters; Rob Thomas and the CW own "Veronica Mars" and all related characters; I own nothing
Note: Part of the Save the Hero verse.
Series Master List
"I hate Gotham at night," Veronica muttered, her breath frosting in the frigid air. She and Gordon were standing in front of Gotham National Bank, behind a line of police cars circling the building. Veronica was still in the dress from the party, although somebody had given her an FBI jacket to slip on over her winter coat, giving her a much needed extra layer of warmth.
"You hate Gotham no matter what time of day it is," Gordon corrected her, his eyes focused on the doorway of the building. Veronica made a face in response.
"It's not my fault this place lacks anything other than freaks in masks and crime," Veronica shot back, rubbing her gloved hands to try and restore feeling. "Any word from inside?" she asked, changing the question. Gordon shook his head.
"Nothing, other than the initial contact," Gordon replied, glancing towards the roof of the building. Veronica didn't follow his gaze, knowing what he was on the lookout for. Batman was still a persona non-grata among most of the law enforcement officers, but given the rise in people trying to emulate either the Bat or the Joker, he was grudgingly tolerated by GCPD.
Veronica, needing to move around to stay warm, left Gordon to his scan and walked over to where her fellow agents were standing.
"Nice dress," one of them, a newbie named Regan, said. Veronica raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. She continued staring at him until he turned away, his face beet red.
"So, anyone have anything constructive to add to the conversation?" Veronica asked the assembled group.
"Nothing," one of the more experienced agents, Lynette, told her, handing her a radio. "Other than the initial demand for safe passage from the bank, we haven't heard anything from the nutjob."
"Lovely," Veronica muttered, turning on her radio and slipping it inside the jacket pocket. Gordon had filled her in on the details of what had happened on their way over, so she didn't bother asking about them. "How long until the SWAT team is in place?" she asked instead, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"They're getting into position right now," Lynette said, shoulders hunched against the cold. Veronica nodded, scanning the skylines in spite of herself. Damn. The fact that it had become almost second nature scared Veronica more than a little. What was Gotham turning her in to? A flash of movement caught her eye, and she mentally grimaced.
"I need to talk to Gordon, I'll be right back," Veronica told Lynette, who gave Veronica a sympathetic look. The older woman knew about the unofficial policy of Veronica working with the Bat, and felt the same way the younger agent did. But, when you were living in the crime capital of the United States, you took what you could and made do.
"He's here," Veronica muttered to Gordon when she reached GCPD's portion of the encampment. Quietly and as discreetly as they could, they detached themselves from the group and made their way to the alley two buildings down.
"You're late," Veronica muttered archly when they reached the figure lurking in the shaddows, unable to help herself. "Didn't you ever learn it's rude to stand a lady up for a regular engagement?"
"What's the situation?" Batman asked, ignoring Veronica's comment, like he always did.
"Twelve hostages, all employees at the bank," Gordon answered, shooting a warning look at Veronica. "The Riddler is threatening to start killing them within the next thirty minutes if he doesn't get guaranteed safe passage from the bank. He's already shot somebody in the knee to make his point."
"As of now, it looks like he has two goons, but it's been hard to get a visual," Veronica chimed in, resisting the urge to rub her hands along her arms. "SWAT teams are moving into position, but the plans to see if we can get the hostages out first without resorting to that."
"What weapons are in there?" Batman demanded, looking between Gordon and Veronica.
"Automatics, but that's all we can tell so far," Gordon answered.
"Give me twenty minutes," Batman ordered, the order to leave heavy in his tone. Veronica rolled her eyes, and was about to turn around when she noticed the Bat giving her a once over.
"Yes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nice dress." Veronica couldn't be sure, but she was almost positive that there was a smirk in his voice. She closed her eyes for a brief moment as she shook her head, and when she opened them up again, he was gone.
"Say a word, and you die, Gordon," Veronica warned him in a growl, wondering if it would be bad form to shoot the damn madman herself.
"I wasn't going to," he protested, but she could hear the humor in his voice, which made it worse.
"You were thinking it, and again, breathe a word of this to anybody, and you're a dead man." They began walking back towards the law enforcement officers, Veronica's shoes tapping sharply on the ground.
"It is a nice dress, though."
"Gordon..."