Smokem Peace Pipe [Gordon]

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"Ooh, we's about to get your sorry ass over to brother law, bo."


Rooster had a man hog tied laid up over Vassgo's saddle.  She was holding his reigns and just walking him herself.  She approached GCPD head quarters.  She wore her usual garb, plenty of colors with a long black coat.  On the right of her hip rested her Winchester Colt .45.  Inside her jacket, under her arms were a pair of twin megastars.  She even had a hunting knife concealed in her boot for good measure.  

Once they got close to police head quarters some officers spotted her approaching.  One put his hand over his gun handle and looked to her sternly.

"Ma'am-"

Rooster already had her Ranger badge at the ready.

"Now look here, sug...  Sister law comin' t'see brother laws about gettin' this ol' boy put where he needs to be goin'.  Caught him tryin' t' steal my horse this morning.  Thankfully my associate, Vassago here, smart enough to know how to get my attention.  This man lucky he hadn't been kicked dead by him.  So, how's about you see about findin' me someone that ain't gonna try to draw a police special against my Winchester."

The officer raised a brow, unsure of what exactly she was saying.  He nearly took the reference to her Winchester as a threat until she put her hands up in a peaceful gesture.

"Look here, city blue.  This man could've got himself hurt real bad by me or my horse as he was on my property.  I know y'all'd probably hadda liked me to go ahead and ring y'all up over all this, but I ain't about to make y'all do somethin' I can't do myself.  Why spend the taxpayers money, 'specially now that I'm a taxpayer in this here town?"

Another officer was closer to her and he drew his gun out and started to yell for her to put the gun down.  She still had her hand up.  She just looked at him and shook her head.  She didn't take but about three seconds to disarm him and put him to the ground.

"You thick're somethin'?"


The other officer who first spoke to her looked young and nervous.  He drew his weapon and made the same mistake as the other officer did.  Again she disarmed and put him to the ground.


"Aww, bless y'alls hearts.  Y'all just new at this."


She just chuckled and unloaded both of their weapons and tossed them back to both of them.


"Now, I got business.  Y'all get ol'boy off my horse there.  Vassago, you just sit pretty."


The horse neighed obediently to her as she began to make her way into police HQ.  Once inside she handed all her weapons, which she first unloaded herself, to a rather nervous receptionist.


"Them boys outside ain't got no manners.  I'd like to see El Jefe de Policia, senorita."


The receptionist just reached over to her phone and paged for someone.

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“Dr. Lehman if you would just allow me to speak a moment.”

Jim Gordon, appointed Commissioner of Police, leaned over his desk his wooden pipe smoking in one hand and his black office phone in the other. Behind him the window was open to let the smell of the smoke out. It was frowned upon to smoke in the office, but not many really took offense to Gordon’s habit. His usual, brown trench coat was laid over the back of his desk chair and he wore a dark pair of slacks, a dark tie, and gray collared button up.

He sighed and took a hit from his pipe before clearing his throat, “Dr. Lehman,” he said, not impolite but with finality, “I did not send his attorney to you. If anyone encouraged him to come to you it was the discretion of the judge. He wanted to appeal on account that his client suffers from mental incapability.”

He was prepared for the yelling that issued from the phone and he took it, giving nods and sounds of understanding. By the end of it he seemed more relaxed and the voice over the phone is now exasperated. Gordon smiled, “Tell me about it. You speak to that judge, alright? He’ll tell you more than I can,” he hung up the phone.

Gordon nursed his pipe for the next few minutes before once again his phone rang. He put out his pipe and picked up the phone. Immediately he was glad he wasn’t smoking. He’d have choked had he been.

He grabbed his coat and with a quick word to the receptionist on the phone, he was out of his office on the upper floor. The elevator ride took the longest after that, but he was soon enough in the entrance of the police department.

The woman the receptionist had spoken of wasn’t hard to spot.

“Miss,” he inquired as he came up to her, “you asked for the Chief of Police? I’m the Commissioner, but happy to help you nonetheless.”

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Rooster turned to the voice of a man. A smirk creeped across her lips as she gave him a look over.

"Well, ain't'chu somethin' nice on my good eye."

Rooster tipped her hat to him, allowing the shadow perpetually cast over it to fleet for a moment, revealing the simple black eye patch that covered her left eye.

"Mizz Stone, but you can call me Rooster, Commissioner."

Rooster offered her hand.

"Pleasure to meet a man I've heard so many things about over the years."

She pulled her wallet out and handed it to him. Her Texas Ranger badge flipped out for his viewing pleasure. She adjusted her hat back in place. The badge would reveal her full name 'Beretta Blaze Stone.'

"I ride with the Rangers when I'm back in Texas, but I've come here to get a new club goin'. Got a few of 'em back in Texas. My status is inactive, but I do get called up for something here and there."

She turned to see the two officers from outside hauling in the man she had brought to them. They both looked displeased and were about to say something to Rooster until they saw the commissioner. She just smiled to them.

"Thank you gentlemen, I don't know what kind of punishment attempted grand theft horse brings in these parts, but even if you gotta cut him out of them ropes and let 'im go, I'm sure he won't be tryin' again."

Rooster chuckled at them and the man who was being cut from his bonds and put into cuffs tried to maul her as they passed by. She made quick work to remove her hat and headbutt him. Her teeth flashed and the beast within her made itself known.

"Try that again and I'll do worse."

She put her hat back on her head and returned that smirk to Gordon.

"Mmmm, sorry 'bout that, sug. A lady of my resolve does not take such behavior without action. Anyway, I stopped by to bring that jackass in, wasn't going to ask your boys to do somethin' I could do myself. Aside from that, I just wanted to give official notice of my presence, as required of me by the state of Texas. Its more that they just want me to give you a heads up so you ain't got off guard by the ruckus I tend to cause."

She chuckled again. She began taking her weapons back off the receptionist's desk and putting them back in their respective places.

"I unloaded 'em, you don't have to worry, Commissioner, sister law don't shoot brother law unless he's been tryin' to pull her pigtails."

Another chuckle. She was a riot in her own mind.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I think sometime I'd like to see how an officer in Gotham operates. Perhaps a little walk through and maybe even a little ride along would be nice."

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Gordon first and foremost wasn’t certain how to react to the blatant once-over he was given. He was sure, however, that his face and ears were flushed a dark red. He could feel them burning. He cleared his throat to dispel the sensation as he took in first her eyepatch—interesting—and then her Texas Ranger badge. The ensign caught the department’s lighting which in turn brought his eyes to it. His brows rose.

“You ride with the rangers,” he stared both in surprise and as a way of admiration. She was quite the character and only was she part of a well-known group of justice, but she’d heard of him. He pressed his lips together to hide his humble embarrassment at actually being known. He didn’t think he deserved it. “That is impressive, Ms. Stone, and I hope you’ve heard good things about me, but I have to say the pleasure is mine.” He nodded to her with a smile and prepared to inquire what had brought her to the station. That answer, however, came sooner than his question. Gordon saw the man the fellow officers were bringing in and he didn’t miss the glares they bestowed to Rooster. He also saw how the man they were carrying was tied.

This just kept getting weirder. And then it got chaotic.

Jim tried to stop Rooster when the fugitive made to attack her, but only ended up cringing at the sound of the man being head-butted. He cleared his throat again.

“I don’t want you feeling like you can’t express yourself, but we don’t handle things like that around here.” He shooed the officers who had once again attained the now woozy prisoner. “We don’t want or need our criminals filing charges against us. That might have been a bit excessive.” Might have been, in all honesty, he’d made to attack she’d defended herself. He shook his head. “I’ve just never seen anyone protect themselves like that, actually,” he admitted and laughed.

The rest he listened to without another expression, save he was still smiling at the unique woman who’d stepped into his precinct. When she was finished, he watched her put away her weapons and gave her a nod. “If you wish it, Ms. Stone, I’d be happy to give you a walkthrough and you’re more than welcome to ride along with me.” He looked at the receptionist and laughed again before his eyes were back on Rooster. “I definitely agree that would be a good idea. A very good idea,” he winked.

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Rooster shimmied her shoulders a bit, shrugging off the adrenaline that came with head butting a hard headed man.

"Sorry, like I said, I just don't play that way. You should learn to knock heads, Gordon. If you'd like I could give y'all lessons in it."

Another chuckle. She smirked at his last comment.

"Mmm, I got no other kind of ideas except good ones. Arrange a time, or whatever you like and I'll be here. Here's my card-" she handed him the sleek little black card with blue lettering, "-you'll find my contact information. Please, do let me know. I hate to bust up this little shin dig, but I have'ta say later, taters. I gotta bounce."

And with that she returned the wink and headed out, loading one of her guns again as she did. Once she was out a well placed foot, pull, and swing and boom, she was mounted up on Vassago. She said something to the horse while tugging at his rein and they were off into the proverbial sunset.