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Post by selinakyle on Nov 11, 2011 14:21:24 GMT -5
This thread is simultaneously happening with the Riddler AND the Joker's thread. It's semi-open currently.]
She had called ahead once, and had been shuffled from person to person, that was until she had dropped Lisa's name. It was then an appointment had been set up; a time that would work for her, of course, considering the information she had to divulge. She had names of criminals both petty and big time, and was willing to hand them over.
Already having prepped with a typed statement about her mugger, copies of prior meetings with him, and her own copies of why she had finally handed him over to the Gotham PD were included as well. Her own company provided security, in the case it did breach a few very specific clauses; several which this particular man had forfit, and considering the contract broken, Selina had given all her work over to the Police department. A time or two she had been called in to look over a situation, but that was as they called on her. As Selina Kyle, small company owner, and socialite, she was in good standing with the police force. But as Catwoman, Selina smiled at the thought. She was one of their worst problems.
Clearing her throat she went to grab her crutches. She was dressed tastefully, a fine grey suit, the pants unwilling to cooperate with her cast, and in leiu she had gone with a matching skirt. A deep eggplant blouse with a strand of emeralds and pearls, a matching ring. Simple. Classy, and professional. Sighing as her hand slipped on one of the walking aids, she leaned against her bed one last time, her hand going to the envelope that had been sent to her in the hospital. It had been a gorgous emerald green, something one would see as a 'cheesy' get well card.
But it hadn't been. It had been a sweet letter, a get well, and of course, a cross-word. Handmade, intricate, and of course, hard. But she had broken out the included pencil and completed it, chuckling to herself at how keen it had been laid out. 1pm. Basement. There was a breaker box. It controlled the power. And included within was a small remote controlled contraption, disguised ingeaously as a small spider. A bug. The puns had left her with tears in her eyes from her bit of giggling. Even one of the nurses had come to check on her, where Selina had hastily hidden the box. And the nurse had only thought it another present from Mr. Wayne.
She knew how the nurses talked after that day. Treating her a bit nicer. But Selina had made sure to keep both items safe, sending them back with Liv the first chance she got. And while Eddie may have thought she was going to strike out in tight leather, he probably knew better than to assume. She had already ventured out once, and her injuries hadn't gone unnoticed by Batman. No, this time she was heading out as herself, with nothing to hide.
Grabbing her crutches once more, she finally mounted them, and called for Liv; she was ready to head out,her bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way down to the elevator, and the then car.
Liv had helped her out, her heartbeat as steady as a drum as one of the Headquarter's doors was held open for her. She had time before her deadline was to be met. But as she was offered a chair to wait, she took it, easing herself down, the final bruises from her temple fading to less angry shades, but her physical breaks were much more apparent. Now, she would wait until the agent whom was going to take her statement came to get her.
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Post by tiff on Nov 13, 2011 12:49:41 GMT -5
Tiffany looked over the file in the elevator. He shifted through photos, phone records, hospital bills, text messages, and any item that could be easily traced and pulled from the woman's private life. When one of his staff mentioned a woman who wanted to turn in criminals he had felt quite pleased. The citizens of Gotham were finally taking responsibility and putting in the effort to clean their city. When the other agent mentioned the woman had connection with Lisa, he frowned.
He decided to handle the case personally. As he began a quick research, he had already determined that the woman was tainted with lust and vanity. The photographs looked far to close to pornography with how low those shirts dipped or how tight they clung. It was quite indecent. There also was a strange amount of suspicion regarding her hospital bills. He understood that fate sometimes allows a mistake to occur in order to teach a lesson, but all the hospital bills were not from accidentally tripping or something of the sort. They were far more drastic. The elevator door chime, forcing him to look up and snap the file close. He walked out into the lobby area of the building they had decided to take over. It was like all government buildings. Tacky, boring, white brick. Tiffany liked it that way. There was no reason to spend beyond your needs.
As expected, the woman was far too easy to spot within the bland walls. She loved the attention on her. Everything had to happen her way, like the very time of the meeting. He held back his natural look of disgust. He wished people could understand that they are far from special. The only reason they could be consider special is because the Lord is within them. His features stayed firm as he walked passed the Agent at the front desk and straight to the woman. "Good day Miss Kyle," he said aloud, taking note to the crutch. "I am Agent Tiff, I must ask that I escort you to a different room," he stated straight to the point. He did not reach out to shake her hand. He did not move from his standing stiff position. He had no desire to touch her. It almost felt like touching her would attach her lustful sins to him and drag him down to hell. He decided he would rather avoid it.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 13, 2011 19:19:40 GMT -5
She was silent, until the man came up to her. He almost seemed to be refusing to look her in the eye, but hell, she wasn't exactly expecting someone warm and inviting to greet her. If he was going to be this dry in the meeting it may be for the better. As he stood, stated his name, and said they were going to more secluded room, she refrained from rolling her eyes, and uttering 'Duh, Sherlock,' and instead scooted demurely to the edge of her chair before using her crutches to pull herself up.
If just dealing with crutches was bad, dealing with them, and her hand casted was worse. But thankfully her satchel was slung over her head and hung at her side while she walked; thus eliminating the need for her to hold it. “Thank you for meeting me, Agent Tiff. I do appreciate it,” Selina would finally say, once she was fully standing, waiting for him to start in one direction before she could start to hobble after him. "Especially considering your mission to sweep Gotham's streets clean." Was she kissing ass? No. Lying? Not exactly. There was a difference between a skilled heist, and a thing like a petty mugging. And she was more than willing to aid in the elimination of the latter.
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Post by tiff on Nov 13, 2011 22:42:13 GMT -5
The battered appearance of the woman effected Tiffany very little. As far as he was concern, if a person was in this condition during their mission to Gotham, it was most likely that person's fault. They were probably out past curfew or in an area that the FBI had labeled as a danger zone. He felt no guilt and for that reason did not help her. "Yes, it is quite difficult to clean a city so deeply rooted with the devil," he said with the barest hint of a southern accent.
He started walking towards the elevator again. He assumed she would follow. He kept her file closely under his arm. His mind running through the information once again. If the woman could provide useful information on other criminals within the city, he would be pleased, but there was something he did not quite like about her. He could relate it to his feelings about all socialites in Gotham. They all had their hands in something filthy. It was how they became so powerful. She did not have anything suspicious under her name like other wealthy families in the city, but he would not put it passed her. Every civilian in the city should be bathed in holy water at this point. The elevator door opened, and he waited for her to follow. He then swiped his key card and pressed in his matching code before pressing the deep level they were going into. It was the level they interrogated all criminals, civilians, or government officials.
"The GCPD repeated most the information you gave to them to me. I hope you being here means you have something more. I would greatly dislike to see this incident happen to another innocent," he said nodding to her state, "But I would hope that women within this city are smart enough to know to be accompanied by a man during these dangerous times."
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 14, 2011 2:55:22 GMT -5
Tiff was harsh. And even while he may have had good intentions, his words stung. Curfew? She'd been following it. Man? Well, her 'boyfriend' as of late, had been working. Late. Like always. As she crutched after him, soon boarding the elevator as well, she tilted her head back, a sheaf of hair revealing the still fading bruise on her face.
“He was working that night, Agent. For your cause. I had to run out to get some milk, because I was trying to finish dinner.” Came her quiet voice. Selina wasn't stupid. Nor was she going to play to the man's southern sensibility, nor his faith.
But while she was speaking quietly, her eyes didn't forget the numbers that his nimble fingers punched. There were benefits to her college career; she noticed details. And was able to fit those details into larger, grand pictures. Paintings even. As she went to lean against the wall of the elevator, easing the strain on her body, she chanced a glance at the man. Clean cut. Almost a small nervous tic to him. He was still avoiding looking at her, despite her professional appearance. She was no slouch. Even with her injuries she had taken care to cultivate a look which she normally presented at a meeting with a client.
Clearing her throat, she nodded. “I do have more information, Agent. I'd rather speak of such within the room you are taking me, and with a recorder. So everything can be done correctly; for that reason alone that no more innocents are injured.” Others had been injured. She knew this for a fact. But if her handing over some of her own personal work would help to eliminate that, so be it. If her handing over what she knew on Oswald would help, she'd do it. He had been threatening her for too long.
And if her last gift would help, so be it to get them on their way.
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Post by tiff on Nov 14, 2011 16:56:06 GMT -5
For your cause.
He paused and turned his eyes finally to the woman's face. The poor appearance of her skin did little to grow his sympathy. Violence happened when you were close to the devil. He understood this personally because he fought the evil every day and for that saw violence. Other's merely were tempted closer, and then surprised when violence occurred. Her words forced him to look over her features for familiarity. His mind ran through her file. He couldn't remember there being any mention of a boyfriend. He also knew all of his agents and the majority of the GCPD personally now. He was the head operator. He would not let anything out from his sight. "I did not realize your boyfriend worked for the GCPD," he stated. He would need a name of course. A job might pull a man away from their wife, but the man must always protect her no matter outside situations. He had failed. He did not like the idea of their being failure on his team. It would be best to remove it.
The elevator binged and opened to a small area with a front desk. There were two guards at the door and an agent at the desk. They all gave a polite nod to Agent Tiff as he stepped out of the elevator. "I agree," he responded to her second comment. He didn't go towards the door that was guarded. Behind that door sat the criminals being prepared for transfer. He would not offer another opportunity to escape, especially after what had happened with the Question. He walked to another metal door off on the side wall. He swiped his card and pressed in a different code for the floor. The code differed for the fingerprint needed to get into the locked areas. He opened the door when it unlocked. He revealed a metal table and bland metal chair. He held the door open waiting for her to enter.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 14, 2011 19:36:52 GMT -5
She laughed lightly, almost ruefully. As he turned to face her, finally, she would look up at the conviction filled man, her face open, eyes wide. Almost innocent, but not tainted. Like she had seen more in her life than she'd ever wanted, nor asked for; but never forgot any of it.
“If I had that sort of clearance, Agent Tiff, then I could possibly confirm or deny your words. Sadly, I'm unable to either way-” Then, as the elevator signaled their floor, she almost spoke, but ceased to even start. Instead she moved out into the small room, almost if it were in the basement. While they skirted a guarded door, he was kind enough to show her into the interrogation room. Hesitating as she grew closer to the chair and table, she noted there was no second chair. Green eyes glanced back to Tiff, before she turned to look at him. “Shall I sit, so we can begin?” Was her tentative request. If he wanted to inquire into her personal life, well, that would need to be addressed as well, especially if it came to anything outside the jurisdiction of her mugging.
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Post by tiff on Nov 15, 2011 2:35:45 GMT -5
She did not even know the position her husband was in. The statement seemed oddly convenient for such a simple answer. The position within the GCPD were public knowledge. The work within the FBI was confidential, but positions were fairly opened to the public, unless an agent was undercover. If he were undercover not even his girlfriend/wife would even know he was working. They would assume the person was a criminal. As the Director of this operation, he held the highest security clearance. His expression stayed firm as he judge whether or not she was lying to him. She was being far too friendly then what he had expected from his background research. He had heard Miss. Kyle was a quite fierce woman. The woman in front of him appeared like an average house wife waiting for the lead of the man.
"Yes, take a seat," was his response to her later question. The reason for only one chair was to add on to the intimidation factor of their organization. He would stand taller than her because he did represent a higher ground of morality. As she made her way over to the chair, he opened up her file again. He shifted through documents causally. "I have questions, but I will wait until you give me your personal recollection of the events, and whatever other information you wish to supply to the FBI. Please keep answers precise and short. I will also note that you are being recorded now," he stated, not even looking at the woman. He did not wish to inform her where or how she was being recorded. It was not necessary information.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 15, 2011 3:59:07 GMT -5
If she was catching him off guard, she didn't know it. Yes, her file may have labeled her as this or that, and it was probably true. Fierce, yes. Meek; at times. Vigilant; always. She was all of those, and more. Hell, he could've asked some of her counterparts, well, if he knew them. But even the slight muscle twitch he was giving off as he took in her response was delicious. Hell, he was taking it at full face, despite her never mentioning her 'boyfriend' worked for GCPD. He worked -with- them, but then again, he wasn't her Boyfriend, either. But they were a couple, well, as any definition could be placed to the two in masks.
Clearing her throat lightly, Selina sat in the chair, crossing her ankles. Well, her ankle and her cast. Gently setting her crutches beside her she started to pull out a slim document holder, a pen, and another legal pad. As he would loom over her, she would start to take a few short-hand notes of her own.
“Thank you, Agent Matthew Tiffany, for sparing the time for me today,” she started, well aware of who the man taking her statements was. His name and face was splashed across Gotham as a new hero. Or pain in the ass, depending where you fell. Her tone was to the point, professional, and a smooth alto. “I'd also like to note while this meeting does encompass a snapshot of my personal life, that those details outside this specific event are not pertinent to this meeting, and should be restricted from query, in the nature of my own livelihood, and status within Gotham's humanitarian efforts.”
She glanced up at him, waiting for a response, if any, before continuing. Not asking permission, mind you, but looking for that small acknowledgement between each other. “That night, it was a Thursday, and I was waiting to cross the north east end of Robinson Park to head to the little, locally owned convenience store that knows me by name, considering that I am there almost daily for bread, my newspaper, and likewise. Considering my profession, it was not odd for me to be out around 2045 as was the time as I left my loft.”
“Bundled against the wind, I had taken note that it was outside the time of curfew, but that it was an emergent occasion, considering I was to have a guest for dinner, and my own supply of milk had run out. The store was a 4 minute walk from my own home, and a straightforward, well lit walk.”
“As I passed one alleyway, unbeknownst to me, Jacob Elliot,” Selina paused, and slid a photo across the small table, “A former client of mine had been stalking my home. He had attacked me, and I managed to fend for myself as best to my abilities while being taken off guard.” Selina would pause for a moment, green eyes glancing up at Tiff. Making another small note on her pad, she continued to recite from near memory her statement.
“From the attacks I sustained a rather sizable concussion, broken right distal radius, and a sprained left ankle. All of this can be confirmed by Dr. Thomas Elliot at Gotham General, my current physician. There are photos taken of the initial bruising and the sustained wear on my garments as well.”
“Without compromising my former client's reasons for seeking out my services, I will state that after the two initial meetings, what he was asking me to do was outside my scope of practice, and I ended up turning over his file, and the subsequent information within to the Gotham City Police Department. It is stated in my contract with any new client that if their requests broach a certain level, their case and requests will be turned over. Thusly I did. These files are able to be opened.” She added, a small reminder that if he wished to look them over, he could, but she was not going to spout details of what Elliot had asked for, unless prompted.
Sitting back in her chair, Selina glanced once again at Tiff. “I have full copies of that file with me, as well as digitally, in case you would like to see that immediately. GCPD also has the same material.”
“If there are any questions, Agent, feel free to stop me at any time. I would just like to reiterate the reason I am here is to prevent any other harm coming to any of Gotham's citizens, other than what has already transpired between myself, and several others I do know.”
Selina would set her pen down for now. She could go into Ozzie's blackmailing of her in her next round. Her calm reiteration was just that. Calm. Compassionate. To the point, and detailed. At times she had dealt with clients that had wanted that. And Selina Kyle would deliver.
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Post by tiff on Nov 19, 2011 18:19:38 GMT -5
He pulled out his pen from the inside of his jacket pocket. He flipped her file to the case file the GCPD had already sent over. He wanted to double check that her story matched her previous one given. He didn't look at her as she went through the event. His eyes merely skimming the previous statement with little interest. The only time he felt a sense of agitation was her first remark about her personal life. She truly did not realize that privacy was no longer a right to the Gotham citizens. Privacy was a privilege that could be earned by those morally correct. With her seductive appearance, he did not believe she deserved that privilege yet. He kept silent and allowed her to continue.
He would wait. When people were drenched in sin it was only a matter of time until they made a mistake and revealed themselves. He listened carefully. He would mark certain aspects of the reports as she said them. He would add a question mark to those he thought odd. He never leaned or shifted. His posture stayed stiff and focus. It wasn't until she paused her testimony did his eyes finally lift from the sheet.
"I already have GCPD file," he stated bluntly. He took a step forward, as he glanced at the file and his notes, "I do have questions. First, why is this convenient store open after curfew? If you could offer a name to offender that would be useful. Second, who was the guest coming at the after curfew hour? Is the curfew not enforce in your area? Third, Jacob Elliot was a client, how many clients do you have Miss. Kyle? I understand Gotham is a dangerous city, but if people would have more faith in the government protective service there would be no use for your field. Those who ask for security always hold a value of suspicion. It means they have reason to be attacked. Could you remind me of Jacob Elliot's actually request. Why did his security request somehow offend you compared to the other's? Did you realize he was stocking you? If you did, why did you not come to the authorities sooner? Since you do have an understanding of his reasoning behind the security, do you have ideas where he is located?" he asked each question quickly, straight forward. He only took a breath to move to the next question. He once again wanted to compare her responses. He also was beginning to think that her current predicament was largely her fault. He certainly wanted to arrest the lesser criminal, but citizens needed to understand that their mistake were no less threatening to the city.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 21, 2011 21:50:29 GMT -5
If he considered a cast, and rather demure, professional suit seductive, well, he had bigger issues than those already glaring. As he demarked his files, she would wait to see if he had any questions, sitting there still, relaxed, and unafraid. Raising a brow at his first question, she was just as ready with answers.
“The store was open usually twenty four seven. Since the curfew, it did close at 930, only because there were several patrols that regularly came through that area, as well as those with permits. The owner's name is Oscar McGee. And yes, I was expecting him post his shift. He worked,well, when he was told, assigned, or asked, Agent. He had permits, as far as I knew. Otherwise I wouldn't have allowed him to see me.” Selina took in a breath, pushing back a wisp of hair.
“I didn't want to go out past curfew...it's just I'd rather have the meal be complete, than half done and unfinished. A waste.” Raising her brow at his second round of questions, she shrugged lightly. “I have several clients, Agent. But under confidentiality agreements, I'm not allowed to release those names. I can assure you none have prior records, and are only concerned with making sure their homes are secure. Nothing more. Only after Jacob Elliot propositioned me for further work, did I verbally terminate my contract with him and turn over all of my paperwork to the GCPD, as stated in my agreement with every client.” Glossing over the request for the name of her guest, she continued on to answer him.
“As stated in my paperwork, he initially had wanted his windows canvassed, as to see how they could be reinforced. It was at the second meeting he requested me to find him work as a henchman for any number of the villains that frequent the more unsavory areas of this city. At that point I told him I could not fufill the agreement, and that all information would be turned over to the GCPD. This is also noted in the file as well. And not all that request my services have a reason for it, other than the Police department has been failing at their job. I have worked closely with their ranks as well. And considering I had made calls to the GCPD twice, yes, I was aware he was stalking me. I acted at my first knowledge. And if the GCPD were actually beneficial in their jurisdiction, you and your team would not have needed to take up residence here.”
She paused, her mouth dry for the moment. He was being redundant. “The police know of his address, as stated in the paperwork. And like I have said, I did go to the authorities at my first knowledge.” she repeated tersely. “But. There was also ...I don't know how to say it, but...extra protection over me, you could say.” Motioning to her purse, she would wait until he nodded to her, allowing her to remove a small cloth wrapped object and set it on the table before them.
“This was left for me. With a note saying that I would be safe. I brought it with me considering it's unusual nature....and...I honestly am not comfortable having it within my care.” Gingerly Selina would peel away one corner, revealing the edge of a genuine batarang.
“I thought it would do you and yours more good than sitting with me causing me unease.”
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Post by tiff on Nov 25, 2011 23:47:40 GMT -5
Her straight forward comments almost seemed like she had practiced these in the mirror. It lacked the emotion Tiffany was use to hearing in his interviews. He listened carefully, and he actually took the time to analysis her movements and body shifts. They all appeared to be calculated. He got distracted by the shadow crawling along her cast and was forced to downcast his eyes back to the file. The devil was hidden just within the darkness. Her words rubbed him the wrong way. She continued to dismiss his question like a practiced politician. Tiffany had dealt with many politicians. He disliked them all.
"Miss Kyle," he began in a harsher tone, "The files from your company must be provided to the FBI. If you do not hand them over willingly, they will be taken. Under PROTECT, the right to privacy is null. We must sacrifice are rights for the creation of a safer society." His eyes gave her a sharp glare to make sure she understood, his request would be upheld. Private security was a pointless endeavor only provided to those who had something to hide. He also would have a talk with this Oscar McGee. There were no permits that allowed a store to be open passed curfew. Everyone was treated with the same equality. No store was given special privilege. His store would be condemned and fined. By having his store open, he had allowed for a mugging.
When he felt his point was made, he was drawn to a more important statement. "Why would he believe you could help him find work as a henchmen?" he asked. It was a suspicious notion. Why the man could have made a guess, he made the guess from some logical belief she would be able to provide him a service.
His mind did not focus much longer on that issue in her statement because she put out the batarang a moment later.
Extra protection...
He moved over to the table immediately. He placed the closed file on top of the table and pulled out a cloth from his pocket. He quickly picked it up with the cloth. His other hand pulled out a plastic evidence bag. With careful grace he placed the weapon in the bag. When it was in the bag, he turned to the camera in one of the corners and nodded.
"Explain," he stated, still studying the weapon, waiting for one of his agents to come in and pick it up.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 29, 2011 2:14:14 GMT -5
She had played her hand. Things were going well. But the agent was still harsh, and she was doing her damnedest. Even Catwoman could cry. Opening her mouth once, then twice much like a baby bird for food, she was at a loss for words. But she was honest. Sincere, even. Holding up another finger, Selina reached down to her purse again, grabbing out a tube of clear gloss first, and applying it to her lips. Good thing she hasn't gone for her whore's red, as she was assuming he'd call the color. Replacing the small tube she then brought out two different thumb drives.
“I can give you the information. I understand my own company doesn't hold a candle to your own organization, Agent Tiffany, but you understand just as well as I that some people are vain, and will pay to secure that vanity. To be honest, most of my job entails me appraising certain artworks and other high-priced items, and referring those to a more secure facility. So to have Elliot request that sort of job for myself...it seems he really hadn't looked into what I do. It was my first response to turn over my paperwork to the GCPD, as you clearly have read.”
And then, the Batarang came out. And much like a pretty girl in the range of a college co-ed, his mind turned to mush. Just as she had been careful to not touch it; he had done the same. Quietly she watched his eyes bug and him nearly go into a frenzy at the object.
“I don't know. I have the note that was left...and that is it. I don't know why he'd want to watch over me...unless the Batman clearly a-understands that the Police department is corrupt, and cannot do their job of watching over Gotham, or b-knows his city and the streets better than we understand, and was watching out for me, probably because he knew the files I had turned over,” she ticked off on her fingers, providing the very non-nondescript note as well to the Agent. "But this is all just conjecture. I don't know the mind of such a man, Sir."
“I photocopied one for myself, Agent, but that is the original,” She gestured with her cast to the plastic encased scrap of paper. “It's wrinkled, but was with the batarang. So...he knows where I live. And, to be honest, with the police detail I -know- is there, despite their efforts to stay plainclothes and hidden, it seems the Batman is watching out for me as well, for some reason.”
And while it was a kind gesture, she didn't like the fact that there was so much....watching of her home. Yes, Selina Kyle might like the idea, but it sure as shit ruffled her fur. Made it harder to get out at night, as well.
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Post by tiff on Dec 1, 2011 18:12:53 GMT -5
As she did her lip gloss, he kept his serious expression. Out of all the times, she decided that keeping her appearance was best to happen now. He did not understand these types of women. They were shallow and vein. When she went on to explain why her clients ask for security, he nodded in agreement. Those who were prideful or vein, definitely felt the need to protect themselves. It furthered his point. The people she supplied security too were as sinful as Gotham. The rogue gallery might have taken the claim to fame, but sin was laced around these citizens. He desperately hoped he could change them.
When she reached in to her purse and pulled out another gift for him, his brow lifted. Admittedly, for being a woman so drenched in lust and vanity, she was providing him with quite useful information. He had to push her for it, but she was providing. He took the two thumb drives from her hand. It wasn't as valuable as the batarang, but it was still information he needed to look over. "Thank you," he coldly stated. He would bring these to the computer department himself, so he placed them into his pocket.
She reached into her purse once more. He eyed the contraption suspiciously. He could seize it for evidence because it obviously held an amount of evidence comparable to a police department. The letter caught his interest. Again, he was careful not to touch the letter with his hands. He would not smudge any finger prints. He read over the letter as she spoke. Her slight almost hesitation was what caused his eyes to move to her.
While Phoebe was currently in Gotham with Agent Stevens, he did not have the tools to read the woman's mind, but Tiffany had worked in this field for a long time. He understood how people worked, especially those who choose the wrong path. They lied, some of them well, some of them poorly. It gave him a sense of what demon they were truly working with. He did not think the woman was a criminal, but the brief moment of contemplating how to explain it to him was enough to inform him that she was not explaining the full truth. "If that were the case Miss. Kyle, he would leave notes and presents at every Gothamnites' home," he stated the flaw in her logic.
Batman was not their prime suspect. If he got in their way, they were ordered to treat him as a criminal, but currently, they were to ignore him. The FBI Director had informed them that his team had to be patient. They would learn and collect information on the Batman, but do not interfere until he has interfered with us. Tiffany had yet to be informed to the governments full plan. He understood. His position was beneath theirs, and for that he respected them. He did not enjoy giving Batman a pass. the man was the very sign of a evil. Only those who have something to hide, would lurk in the shadows. Miss. Kyle was right though. There was a reason Batman was watching her.
The door opened revealing a female Agent. Tiffany had seen her once before. She was younger and fearful. She never looked him in the eye. "Take these to the lab," he informed, as he placed the letter in another evidence bag. He then handed both to the agent, who quickly took them and left the room.
"We will have agents post outside your home to protect you from any future muggings," he states, and while that is part of the reason, they both know the real reason is for Batman, "You will be expected to obey curfew.
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 12, 2011 20:50:14 GMT -5
Selina pursed her lips. All the talking was dry. As were her lips. Also, she had no freaking clue why Batman was stalking her. He sure as hell didn't know who she was once the sun went down. But that wasn't her place. She was here as a favor, and that favor was almost complete. If the man hadn't been so grabby, it would be easier. Then again, she could spin this...
“Maybe he has a crush, Agent Tiff. But in all seriousness, it could be a possibility while I do hold social status in Gotham, I'm also known for turning my profits to those, in need. I help facilitate a shelter for cats, and a wildlife refuge, as well as participate in many of the fund raising efforts to rid the city of...less savory activities.” And she did.
Tenting her fingertips, she shrugged, wincing at both actions. She'd been sitting too long. In all reality, she'd been inactive too long in general. Motioning to the hard-drives he just plucked from her, she looked into the man's eyes, his convictions clear.
“Agent, I did include my own testimony, with bullet points and more concise detailed reports on there for you. I can hand them over, but I have both drives protected, because of their content. If we could unlock them first, so you could use the information, I'd be more than willing to help.” She offered. There was no malice in her tone, nor anything suggestive. She was just implementing her initial plan. And cooperating. He had to at least see that.
“And of course I'll obey curfew. And I appreciate you delegating your own men to protect me. It's much appreciated in light of these crimes. I do admit it's more than the Gotham police force had ever thought to utilize. It will secure my peace at sleeping soundly.” She added with a slight nod.
If only she really did sleep at night.
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