Losing it [rp thread for work_with_it]

[take_mychances]

As the mayor smiled in front of the press and told them about the research permits that were being given to Strohman Chemicals, Dalia stood behind him, trying not to look as upset as she felt. When the Strohman representative came forward to tell the press (in vague terms) all the benefits this would bring Gotham City, Dalia couldn't take it any

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[work_with_it]

The good thing about being a cop at something like this was that he had freedom other people didn't. James Gordon whispered something into his partner's ear before slipping out of the conference. One missing police officer wouldn't cause any trouble.

He waited a few minutes between Miss Dent's sudden disappearance and his quiet departure, but his partner, at least, knew that one had caused the other. James headed outside. If his gut was right, Dalia wasn't the type to find some little room to have to herself. She'd get out into an open space. And sure enough, there she was.

...Apparently attempting to vandalize the mayor's car.

James stayed a fair distance back, just watching her for a moment. He already knew what she could do when she was pissed, and he really wasn't in the mood to be punched again.

[take_mychances]

"You just had to--" Dalia kicked a tire between breaths. "--they're Cranes. You give them a fucking research permit, they'll--poison us all without a second thought!" She continued hitting the car with her hands. Dalia had increased her workout regimen after Andrew's assassination attempt, adding in kickboxing and upping the time she spent on martial arts. She was very in shape and with adrenaline running through her, she felt like she could take the car apart piece by piece if she wanted.

[work_with_it]

Keeping a safe distance away, James cleared his throat. A weak attempt, and he knew it. "Miss Dent," he said. "I'm going to have to ask you to stop." He mentally prepared himself. With his luck, any anger she hadn't managed to already take out on the car was going to come at him fast and hard.

[take_mychances]

Dalia stopped at the voice, tensing when she realized who it was. "Fuck you, Gordon." She kicked the car again out of spite.

[take_mychances]

Dalia didn't bother to knock. Instead, she used her key and went in, expecting to find Nadine puttering about the living room or kitchen.

[knowthenbreak]

The kitchen and living room were both quiet, but the sound of movement could be heard in the master bedroom.

[take_mychances]

Dalia followed the sounds until she reached the bedroom. Not bothering to knock or announce herself, she went in.

[knowthenbreak]

Nadine was seated on the bed, old newspapers open and ancient police reports open in front of her. She'd dragged out everything she had on Jonathan Crane.

[gothams_dent]

Harvey wasn't paying much attention as he drove up to the house, but he was immediately alarmed when he realized there was a squad car at the curb. He parked his own car in the driveway and jumped out. He was ready to run into the house, wondering what had happened to Nadine or who had called, when he saw that the officer was still in the car. In a few quick strides he was at the driver's side window, knocking on it.

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James had started doing a crossword. It wasn't his usual habit, but his partner had left it in here, and... Well. He figured it might be awhile before Dalia was ready to go. He would have gone and knocked and told her just to call him when she was ready to go home, but... He wanted to wait.

He jumped slightly when someone tapped at his window. When he saw who was there... he paled considerably. He got out of the car carefully, trying both not to stare and not to pointedly avoid staring. "H--hello, sir," he managed, more than a little nervous.

[gothams_dent]

"Is there a reason you're parked in front of my house, Officer..." Harvey squinted and looked at James' nameplate. "...Gordon." His eyes narrowed. "I should've known. Your father used to make a living out of harassing me."

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When he had reason to think you'd broken the law, James thought, but he was smart enough not to say it aloud.

"Dalia... needed a ride," he said, trying to straighten up to make himself look at least a bit bigger.

[gothams_dent]

Harvey stormed into the house. "Hello?" he bellowed.

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Nadine wiped her eyes, kissing Dalia on the top of the head. She didn't call back to her husband yet, instead beginning to flit around the bed, picking up all the papers and ancient files she'd laid out on it and beside it. It would be best if she tucked all these back in the safe before he saw them.

[take_mychances]

Surprising herself, Dalia covered for her mother, going down the staircase. "Up here," she said as she went.

Harvey glanced up. "What're you doing home? What happened?"

Dalia shrugged. "I just-needed to talk to Mom. You know...girl stuff."

Her father looked skeptical as he met her at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad," Dalia took his arm.
"You sound like your mother," Harvey said, "Which means you're not. You haven't been home in ages...ever since you got that apartment and that---boyfriend." He muttered the last word as if it were a curse.

Dalia tensed. "Don't worry. There's no more boyfriend...and I'm going to be starting a new job."
"A new job? What job?" Harvey frowned, taking in what she just said.
"...as soon as I get a new one, I'll let you know," she said, heading for the door.
"You quit your job--you--is this because of that son-of-a-bitch Stephens? Do I have to--"
"Dad," Dalia's voice was pointed. "You don't have to do anything. I'll be fine

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James managed a bit of a smile, not doing well at hiding his nerves. "He told me to get off his property, so..." he managed, gesturing to the moved car.

Then, quietly, he asked, "You okay?"