Chapter 2: The Enigmatic Detective
Part 2
As I shook hands with Edward Nygma, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about him that seemed...off. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and his smile seemed to hide a secret. I tried to brush it off as mere nerves, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was sizing me up. Detective Bullock, seemingly oblivious to the tension, clapped me on the back. "So, Mia, let's get down to business. I'll show you to your workstation, and we'll get you started on some paperwork." As we walked through the office, Nygma fell into step beside us. "I'll show her around, Jim," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm sure she'll have a lot of questions." Bullock nodded, his gruff demeanor softening slightly. "Alright, Ed. You're in charge of showing her the ropes." As we walked, Nygma pointed out various officers and explained their roles. I listened intently, trying to absorb as much information as possible. But my eyes kept drifting back to Nygma, who seemed to be watching me with an intensity that made me feel like a specimen under a microscope. We eventually arrived at a small workstation in the corner of the office, where a computer and a phone sat waiting. Nygma handed me a thick binder filled with paperwork and procedures. "This should keep you busy for a while," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. As I began to flip through the binder, I noticed that Nygma lingered nearby, watching me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I tried to focus on the paperwork. But my mind kept wandering back to the crime scene photo on the whiteboard. What was the story behind it? And why did Nygma seem so fascinated by it? Just as I was starting to get into the zone, the phone on my desk rang, shrill and insistent. I picked it up, trying to sound confident. "Detective's department," I said, trying to mimic the smooth tones of the officers around me. But it was Nygma's voice that responded, low and husky. "Mia, I need you to come with me. We have a... situation." I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Bullock, who was sitting at his desk nearby, nodded at me. "Go with Ed, kid. He'll show you the ropes." I took a deep breath, and followed Nygma out of the office. As we walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. And what secrets Nygma was hiding behind those piercing eyes. The elevator doors opened, and Nygma gestured for me to precede him. As we stepped inside, I felt a sense of trepidation. Where were we going? And what would I find when we got there? The doors closed, and Nygma's eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable. And then, without a word, the doors opened again, revealing a dark and deserted alleyway. Nygma stepped out into the night, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Welcome to the real Gotham, Mia," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's go see what kind of trouble we can find."