>>5805112>>5805130>>5805152>>5805164>>5805223>>5805332"Look." You start, tired already of having to speak. "I know you're terribly worried about Banks but I need you to wait right here. I'm going to talk to him and ask. Maybe we can work something out."
The guard looks at you over her shoulder and shakes his head subtly. Looks like Banks is out for the night.
"I'm sorry we just need to be careful because of the attack, but I'm-"
"He was attacked!" She screeches
The guard behind her closes his eyes.
You do the same, the guard just said he couldn't even confirm that Banks was here and here you are bringing up an attack that most of the city doesn't even know about yet.
A new wave of screeching and sobbing begins to come from her as the guard gently guides her into the elevator.
"Let's get you down to the lobby ma'am."
"I'm sure he'll want to talk to you, let me see what I can work with." You weakly call after her. The doors close as she begins to hiccup from crying so hard. You stand alone in the lobby and sigh deeply, fishing your phone out of your pocket you punch in Question's number. The phone rings a few times.
"Officer." You hear Questions even tone over the phone. "I trust you escaped the pandemonium at the event earlier."
"You heard huh?"
"I keep an eye on you, Officer. Ever since your near break in."
"How do you-" You stop yourself. This is too much for tonight, you'll ask all these questions later.
"Look, Q. I needed to know something about the Pizza Palace girl you saw. A general description, she was at the hospital trying to see Banks I think."
"The one associated with Banks, let me get my notes." You hear rustling and a woman's voice in the background say something indistinct. "She was about 5'7, Short hair but it was tied up, reddish brown, hoop earrings that were silver, a pair of canvas sneakers, and she really likes Orange Chicken."
"Huh?"
"I fished at least five Chinese take out receipts from her garbage."
You have what you needed from him, that girl was definitely the same,
"That sounds about right, Q. Stop digging around in the fucking trash would you. I doubt Huntress likes being in a car with someone who smells like trash all day."
"I shower three times a day, Officer."
"Goodbye, Q."
You hang up the phone, feeling more physically drained than a night full of action left you. You speak with a nurse and she directs you to a small waiting room, long couches with decently soft pillows call out to you. Laying down on one you swear you feel your bones sinking into your weary muscles. You look out the window and see against the dense ceiling of clouds, a familiar sight, The Bat Signal bold and bright in the dark night.
You fall asleep with the same meditation techniques you use to recover from Shivers burnout, waking up to pale morning light without dreaming and feeling no more rested.
>Get up and go see if Banks is awake>Get up and go see Hawthorne >Write-In? 