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Dent turns to the suited man after giving you barely a nod.
"Agent Gideon here wants to speak with you, however he forgets the reason he has the access he does is because I am choosing to cooperate with ARGUS. So he will wait until I've spoken to you first." He turns to you and nods down to a seat.
"Dent, if I get a whiff that you coached him-"
Dent laughs in the man's face.
"I'm heading the largest police reform in the country, in one of the most dangerous cities in the world. You think I would throw it away for an Officer who started less than two months ago? We flipped for it and you lost, fair and square so be a dear and wait outside, Agent."
The agent eyes you again, you feel as if he can see through you. The Commander simply looks at you with sympathy, the same clothes he had on last night and bags beneath his eyes dark as bruises.
"I'll keep you company while you destroy my precinct, sir." He says guiding the Agent to the door. As they both leave Dent pulls a chair out for you and flicks the blinds down on the glass walls.
"Officer DeLucia. May I call you Mark?" He asks you, settling into Reiner's chair and crossing his legs.
"I suppose, sir?" You answer confused.
"Very good, Mark. I just wanted to have a moment with you alone to chat. To thank you first and foremost for your service which went above and beyond the call of duty. In fact I've put in a word with Commissioner Gordon on your behalf for a Commendation For Heroism and a Gotham Cross for exemplary bravery and service in the face of death."
He opens his hands and smiles widely at you.
"I'm honored, sir. But I just did my job, I'm not special."
He wags a finger.
"Quite the opposite, Mark." He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a coin, a large silver dollar that he fiddles with. "See, you ARE special. That ability you have and what you do with it on top of who you are as a person. That should be celebrated."
"Sir I-" He holds up a hand to cut you off.
"I haven't finished, Officer." He says, letting the coin trickle from knuckle to knuckle. "I am expressing my gratitude to you for your service, dedication, and discretion to the City of Gotham." He stresses discretion.
You swallow, harder than you intend.
"I read your file, Mark. Your ability is quite impressive and right now it remains an asset to the city. So long as the feelings and visions you gather from it remain accurate. If you were to dispense inaccurate information, that could put all cases you worked on in jeopardy. I just want you to understand my concern, you have a bright future in this department and I don't want you to squander it by rushing to conclusions about things seen or heard during a hectic situation." He flips the coin in the air, it seems to rotate in slow motion to you, for some reason you feel strangely transfixed on it unable to avert your eyes.
Dent catches it in his palm, A gold eagle facing up. He sighs.
"I just want to make sure we are on the same page."
