>>6194233>>6194239>>6194247>>6194252>>6194748You get changed quickly, your brain running through the days ahead and picking bits of time like plots of land. An old habit, all this planning, you had so much structure as a kid and now on your days off you almost feel like you don't know how to.. be. You shake it off with the shudder that rolls over you as the glass doors of the Precinct lobby opens to frigid Gotham air, the sun hanging low in the sky. As you get into your car and start it up you pull out your phone and make a quick call.
"Hey! What's up?" A cheery voice answers.
"Just got off work, got some unexpected free time my way the next two days."
"Ooh." She coos. "Sounds nice, have any plans?"
"I was gonna ask you that actually, you free in the next two days? I heard you guys have your own prep you do."
"Yeah, it's a lot but at the same time we don't exactly patrol. It's more like just being ready to go, lots of drills, getting our times low."
"So busy?"
"So.. no." She laughs. "Benefit of being smaller than a fridge is that I'm quick to suit up and ship out. My times are good, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking something different than usual, maybe a cafe crawl?"
"A cafe crawl? Like a bar crawl?"
"Exactly, but beer in the morning is frowned on for some reason." You muse with mock confusion. "So I figure we could go for the other part of our food pyramid. Coffee and donuts."
"Hmm sounds pretty good.. except donuts are more of a cop thing."
"I've had a muffin."
Her laugh floats through the phone and you can't help but smile. A tiny part of your mind thinks back if this was how you felt when you first met Nia.. but it's a part so small you don't even hear it.
"Alright, you sold me. Cafe crawl day after tomorrow?"
"Perfect, I was gonna get some time in at the range anyways tomorrow."
"Great, I'll see ya then."
"Alright.. bye."
You hang up and tuck it in your cup holder, still smiling..
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Something about the smell of brass and gunpowder wakes you right up. 8am right at opening you're at the doors, coffee in hand, and an agenda in mind. A familiar old face greets you as the doors are pulled open from inside. The bristles of his moustache raise in surprise as Will Church opens the doors. But without any question he simply steps aside and gestures to you to come in. He walks slowly behind you before overtaking you and scanning a small card that opens the sealed interior doors. You glance at the desk.
