First Day (rp thread for work_with_it)

[take_mychances]

It was early - sooner than she needed to be at work, but it was her first day on the job. True, she was still working at the same place, but it was different. She wasn't an intern any more - a mere gofer. She was an aide to the Mayor with an actual salary and everything. Dalia wanted to start her day off right

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[work_with_it]

The Gordons (especially the ones named "James") had a decorated history of being in law enforcement. His father had been a first grade detective before retiring, and his grandfather had been the commissioner. It was a legacy that James Gordon was proud of. ...However, he also was very, very worried that he couldn't live up to that legacy.

I want a cigarette. The thought annoyed him, and the patch on his arm under his uniform itched. Why had he promised Mom he'd give up smoking? Couldn't he have just gotten her a nice bracelet or something for her birthday?

A shout caught his attention mid-way through walking his beat. He hurried down the street and looked around the corner in time to see the purse snatcher take off... and to see the girl take off after him. Shit. Did she have some kind of a death wish? He took off after the two. Faster than going to get the car, he figured. It wouldn't do any good, he knew, but he still shouted to the man. "Stop! Police!"

[take_mychances]

Dalia heard the officer's voice as she gained on the mugger, but what he said didn't really register. She didn't know if the thief was armed--it was doubtful, the way he'd just grabbed and ran, instead of pulling a knife or gun--and with the adrenaline pumping through her body, she didn't care, nor was she really thinking about the consequences. As she got within reach, Dalia lunged at the man.

"OOF!" She fell as he did, kneeing him in the back as they went down.

[work_with_it]

Definitely suicidal.

James kept running even after the girl tackled the would-be thief. His primary goal was no longer to apprehend the man. Now, he had to pull the girl away from him before she got herself seriously hurt. Didn't she know what Gotham criminals were capable of? She had to be new in town.

He stopped when he reached her, leaning down to try and take her arm. "Miss, stand back." He tried to keep his voice polite but firm, appreciative of the valuables that had been taken from her but worried about the consequences. He tried... but he wasn't too good at all this just yet.

[take_mychances]

Now she heard exactly what he was saying, but didn't get up. Instead, she kneed the man a couple more times, the rush of chasing him getting the best of her. The thief grunted and squirmed beneath her, trying to scramble to his feet. He was a bit taller than her, but with a wiry build.

[take_mychances]

Around four in the afternoon, Dalia headed over to the 10th precinct. She was supposed to be off at 5, but Mayor Stephens had been pretty understanding that morning when she'd explained her tardiness. He'd also been okay with letting her go early to file the charges before the close of business.

Dalia went inside the building and approached the receptionist. "Is Officer Gordon still on duty?" she asked.

The receptionist nodded. "You can find him over there--" she motioned to a block of desks where various cops - both plainclothes and uniforms - were working.

Dalia thanked her and made her way over, scanning the desks to find Gordon.

[work_with_it]

"Remind me why I'm doing your paperwork again."

"You're the rookie," Blakely said, laughing at the look his partner gave him.

James took some comfort in the fact that most of the paperwork was done. He didn't have too much of it to finish up before he could start thinking about going home. Provided nothing else came up-- which it always did.

[take_mychances]

"Officer Gordon?" Dalia approached the desks of Gordon and his partner.

[work_with_it]

"Miss Dent," James said as he rose, offering his hand again and a smile. "How are you? Make it through the rest of the day without assaulting someone else?"