27/march

Well the report went as well as one might expect. I got my ass chewed off by Gordon by letting a lone woman hand me my ass on a platter like that. I guess that is fair, he got HIS ass chewed off by the mayor, so I guess that is worse.

Let’s see the bright side. I managed to clarify that the thief was a woman at least! That is some prime detective work if I do say so myself.

Now the negatives… though I didn`t disclose the humiliation I suffered, Bullock still snickered through the whole report and Gordon was not at all amused. He told me that if they weren’t so understaffed in his unit I would probably already be fired. Harsh.

I did get ordered to take the mandatory close combat training again. And this time Bullock will be the one teaching me… this fucking sucks.

Well, I better continue on with the paperwork, I have to meet Bullock at 2 and I am not even half way done. It might be risky to keep the journal here on the precinct but I mean… the drawer has a lock. And I am a rookie not worth investigating, should be safe for now.

(…)

Turns out the day was more eventful than was planned. But let’s go through it chronologically. I went to train with Bullock and I found out two things.

First, he sucks as a teacher. He taught me almost nothing I didn’t know, and the things that were new to me, were only applicable if you have a significant weight and strength advantage over the enemy. I mean, I am sure it works for him, he is fucking HUGE, but I am quite thin and I haven’t hit the weights since…ever. We spared a few times and I predictably lost every single one, I am sore all over and I have to do it three times a week. I better come up with something.

Second, Harvey is actually an okay dude once you start to hang out with him a while. He told me a few funny stories of his time as a beat cop and even offered me one of his donuts, though that probably was because he had ordered a whole other box.

Anyways, to finish my report I decided to stay, Bullock, Montoya and a guy named Allen were also burning the midnight oil so we ordered a pizza. Even Gordon joined in for a while, though he is always going back to his office to do something or other.

However, at around 7 p.m Gordon received word that a group of men had assaulted the Gotham military base and stolen some HEAVY equipment, I am talking about full autos, bazookas and crates of grenades.

We immediately rolled out with Gordon asking for reinforcements on the way, so far we were three patrol cars and we managed to catch up with the truck they stole fairly quickly because of all the racket they were making.

I rode shotgun with Montoya as we sped up to catch them, Montaya nearly hit a curious bystander coming out of an animal auction gala in the city centre but thankfully managed to steer in time.

This guys were not kidding around, they shot at us with the newly acquired autos and hit Allen’s patrol car so bad he skidded out of the street and into a nearby store, thankfully he wasn’t to badly injured.

I was trying to shoot back but it was all just too fast, I am a great shot with guns but with all the bumps and noise and bullets flying at us I couldn’t hit ANYTHING!

Eventually they got Gordon and Bullock’s car as well, if I had to guess I would say they got the engine, so it was down to us, we were nearing the city limits and though we could hear more patrol cars coming, in open highway we would lose them.

So, we went all in, Montoya took out her handgun and just fired wildly in their general direction with one hand. I quickly opened the door and took careful aim over it.

I swear I could feel the bullets passing next to me and my heart just trying to escape my chest and run for cover, but I managed to keep it together long enough to shoot at the tires.

It was a perfect hit and the truck flipped over. Montaya quickly parked next to them and I followed her, we caught the two shooting from the back but the driver must have ditched them since we couldn’t find them.

Before long the place was swarming with our back up. Besides the bullets they used, we managed to recover the whole bounty and the two men were taken away. Nasty look they gave us I gotta say.

Gordon approach us and congratulated us both on catching them. However Montoya gave me extra credit by mentioning me shooting the tires. I was quite proud to make the old man smile, he even made a joke.

“Damn son at least wait a couple of days after I yell at you”

Nice to be back on his good graces. Gordon dismissed all of us and said we should rest up because tomorrow we had a fresh new and hard case to deal with.

However, before doing that Bullock, Montoya and I went to say Allen at the hospital. He just bumped his head hard against the frame, should be right as rain in a bit.

Then as always, I groaned at seeing my apartment building, said hello to my neighbour, a stunning woman I am pretty sure is an escort, though she nicer and more polite than anyone in the building so she is my favourite. After opening the apartment door I sat down on this old desk under shitty light to write a bit. Now it is time for my favourite thing, exhausted, dreamless sleep!

28/march

Gordon wasn’t kidding when he said we had a big case today. Turns out the feds had warned him that a terrorist named Redclaw was possibly heading to Gotham.

He gave us Red Claw’s files to study and this guy is the real deal, he is associated with numerous counts of blackmail, bombing, terrorism, developing chemical and biological weapons and so on.

As if Gotham wasn’t bad enough already, now we have to deal with the top echelon of international criminals. Gordon passed all our current cases to another division and now this is priority, all hands-on deck.

Now comes the fun part of being a detective. The first thing they did here that we are aware of is steal military grade weapons, and based on the inventory we got, not just a few, but a TON of weapons.

Which means this is not a covert, small operation, there must be a lot of terrorists on Gotham, and planning something big, something that requires weapons for a small army.

That also bears the question, are they based here or some other city near Gotham? Do we even have anything of interest for terrorists? I mean, Gotham is huge and an important economic centre, sure, but there are flashier cities to bomb.

So, let’s focus on that, what could the terrorists want here? I have no hope in hell of figuring that out by myself. But they may be in need of local talent to expand their numbers.

I could go and ask the criminal element about this… ought to be a nice talk.

(…)

Honestly, what did expect besides a beating? I did get the meeting with the southside boss, Leon, but he just denied all knowledge and when I insisted had me thrown out to the garbage.

I did have the sense to leave my wallet somewhere else, but one of the thugs took my damn cell phone. I haven’t even finished paying it!

More bruises to accompany those of two nights ago, more disappointment to wallow up at night. But the night wasn’t done with me yet.

Guess who was in my shitty apartment when I came in?

The Catwoman herself of course! A criminal can just walk in on a detective’s apartment it seems!

She hid behind the door, and I was just so frustrated I didn’t even look around and just sat on my desk to write.

“Nice picture, imagine my surprise when I see you in the news as a competent cop”

I almost jumped out of my skin and went for the gun, but like an idiot I left it with the suspenders on the clothes hook near the door.

She was in her regular get up and reading the newspaper I bought in the morning. The shootout made frontpage and so did the GCPD for helping the army.

“Jesus you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here? I have only instant soup for you to rob”

She scrunched her nose. A woman that is used to the high-life, good for my mental profile of her.

“Don’t worry, I am not here to fight, and certainly not to rob you” she said pointing at the apartment with a smile. “Just wanted to know why I am still being called the cat and not Catwoman”

I was dumfounded. “That is why you broke into my apartment? Just to make sure I mentioned it to the papers? Is that worth being arrested?”

Her smile became more predatory and she walked VERY deliberately to me. I am not proud to say I did cower a bit into the wall.

“Oh sweetie, we both know you couldn’t even if you tried” she whispered seductively and then flicked my nose.

I swear she gets some kind of enjoyment out of embarrassing me.

“Okay fine, I will tell the papers first thing in the morning. Can you please just leave? And not break into my apartment again?”

“Of course! But I wanted to make something clear”

She started using her sharp claws to cut the buttons off my shirt.

“Wow! I mean… aren’t we going a bit too fast? It is not that I don’t want to…”

She rolled her eyes heavily at me.

“Not like that you idiot, I don’t want the shirt in the way when I whip you”

I felt a sudden panic and tried to run towards the door, she simply side stepped and put her foot on my way, making me tumble and crash into the floor.

“Aww, come on. You really expected that to work?”

Before I could get up she was already on me and used her claws to rip my shirt to pieces. I tried to get up or push her off but every movement was countered and before I knew it, she had me bound and helpless on the floor with my back exposed, she had brought rope this time around.

“Look at that! You have even more bruises than the ones I gave you, You have a real habit of getting beat up don’t you? I like that in a man”

“Please untie me! We can talk this out! Why whip me?”

She walked slowly over to my face until most of my vision were her black boots, bringing awkward memories that made me blush deeply.

“To be honest, just because I want to. You seem like a wimp and I kind of have a sadistic nerve for that. Worse for you, you are a useful wimp to keep around”.

She passed the whip slowly through my back, I shivered and tried to slither away but she stepped on my head to keep me still, eliciting a groan.

“So now I have to teach you how it is going to be between us. If you are a good boy, I won’t punish you much. If you are a bad boy… well a demonstration is better”

With what I assume was perfect whip control I just heard the air moving out of the way before I felt the impact on my back. I couldn’t help myself and yelled in awful pain. It burned so much, and my eyes watered immediately.

She stepped harder on my face. “Better learn to shut up little detective, if someone comes to check on you I will do way worse than this”

She removed her boot and placed it in front of me, right next to my mouth. I looked up at her just to see her sadistic smile.

“Here, you can bite my boot all you want if that helps”

I cried tears of humiliation but still bit her boot. I know I wouldn’t manage otherwise. She then proceeded to whip me senseless. 10 whips for each that I stalled she said, which meant 20 whippings. It could have been 20, 10 or 40, I really have no clue how much she whipped me but the pain was out of this world.

I didn’t realize when she stopped until she forcefully took her boot out of my mouth. I had wept silently, and my yells had been nicely covered by her boot so that is something.

“Aww, was the naughty cat too rough on you?” she said mockingly. She then stepped on my head again and I could hear the click of a picture, I whimpered a soft “No” but honestly I found it hard to even give a damn about that.

“Don’t worry, the picture is for me. I was kind of annoyed that someone else beat you up in just two days I leave you alone, but I doubt they can top this”.

I groaned again and twisted myself to look at her, avoiding the floor touching my back.

“Please tell me we are done, I am beat to hell and I have work tomorrow”

She smiled sweetly. “Of course! But this should be a lesson for you. I don’t ask for much, I won’t ask you to do illegal things, but what I ask you I want done in that moment. Are we clear?” She said looking down at me.

“Crystal clear” I muttered.

“Good boy. Kiss my boots and thank me for the discipline and I will go. Also give me your cell phone number in case I need you”

Of course, first the pain and then the humiliation. Foolish to hope today was just pain. I bowed down and kissed the boots of my tormentor. Another symbol of defeat and inferiority to be placed neatly along with the other one.

“I got my cell phone taken from me. Sorry”

I could feel her rolling her eyes in her answer.

“Of course you did wimp, of course you did”

She walked away and stepped out of my window to the old emergency ladder. “Bye now!” and she jumped away.

“WAIT! You didn’t untie me!” but she was gone, the bitch!

I spent about half an hour getting free and just whimpered into bed. Really hard to sleep when almost everything aches. I didn’t know if I would be able to finish this entry before falling sleep but it seems I did. Small win for me, yay!