"Master Bruce, I do believe this is the second time we've been around this block," Alfred looked into the backseat through his mirror. "We really should be heading back," "Selina likes to hang out here. It's worth doubling back," Bruce said, not turning his gaze away from the tinted window. "Besides, you got what you wanted. I went out of town like you asked. For weeks," Alfred could only nod in agreement. "Yeah, well... It wasn't safe here, was it?" The butler sighed.

"The assassins weren't after me and Holly. They were after Selina," Bruce insisted. "We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," "Yeah, and we'll be back on that plane straight back to the bloody Alps at the first sign of trouble, I tell you," Alfred swore. The second the car came to a stop, Bruce opened the door without another thought, tightly clutching the top of the brown paper bag in his fist. "Master Bruce? Master Bruce! Get back in the car now!" Alfred shouted as he opened up his umbrella and ran after him.

"Can we walk around the block just once?" Bruce asked. "Then I'll get back in the car, I promise. Please, Alfred," The butler closed his eyes momentarily as he pondered the boy's request. "Once around the block and then home," he finally caved. Bruce nodded appreciatively as they continued walking down the damp sidewalk. "Got the rest of your life like that to get whipped into a frenzy by the females. I don't know why you want to start now," Alfred muttered. "It's not like that," the young boy insisted.

Just as they walked through the small crowd, Bruce bumped into someone who nearly knocked him down but luckily caught himself. As he turned around, the person who bumped into him also turned around with a scowl. "Ivy?" Bruce inquired. "Steady, Master Bruce. Looks like she's got the mange," Alfred warned, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Look who it is. Billionaire Bruce Wayne," Ivy crowed. "Who are you, his bodyguard?" she looked towards Alfred. "If needs be, miss, yes," Alfred answered bluntly.

"What's in the bag?" Ivy asked. "It's for Selina. Have you seen her?" Bruce inquired. Ivy nodded, offering to give Selina the bag if he wanted her to. "Perhaps you could pass on a message for me. Tell her I'm looking for her," the boy requested. Ivy held out her hand, telling him she'd do him the favor, but only if he gave her twenty bucks. "Alfred," Bruce spoke, not breaking his gaze. With a quiet sigh, Alfred reached into his wallet and handed the girl the twenty dollars. And with a satisfied nod, Ivy walked off.

"Delightful friends you have, Master Bruce," Alfred muttered. Giving a subtle glare at Alfred, he and Alfred got back in the car. Even if Bruce wasn't able to give Selina her present, thanking her for saving his and Holly's lives, there was still something else he needed to do. But as the youngster was about to open his mouth, Alfred seemingly read his mind. "Shall we pay a visit to Ms. Gordon once school lets out?" a tiny smile spread on the butler's face. "Yeah, we should," Bruce nodded, continuing to look out the rain-pelted window as they drove out of the Narrows.

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"Hey Nat, it's been a while," Cara said as she and Holly set down their trays. Natasha's eyes widened slightly before squinting as the bright afternoon light peered through the cafeteria windows. "Hey Car, it really has," She replied, her voice a mixture of skepticism and worry. Holly could feel the uneasiness settling over them like a dark cloud, threatening to strike lightning upon them. The girls tried their best to break the ice, but no matter what either of them said, it was no use as Natasha remained silent and went back to working on her sketches.

"So, how's everything been with you lately? We haven't talked since..." Cara took a deep breath before proceeding with caution. "Since everything happened," Natasha paused and set down her colored pencil, her face falling as the past few years replayed in her mind. While Cara reached a hand towards her old friend, Holly was filled with worry as to what Natasha would do next. Would she scream? Cry? Storm out? "Everything's been so... difficult," Natasha admitted. "It's like my whole life has been put into a blender. "People at this school won't even look at me anymore, let alone talk to me. They all act like it's my fault for Dad's Ponzi ring! Like I'm the one who took money from them!"

"But it's not your fault," Holly spoke. "He made a stupid decision, and he has to deal with the consequences of it. You're not responsible for what he did," Natasha wiped the tears in her eyes. "I just don't understand. Why did he do this? He already made enough money with the agency. Why did he have to get into the shady business?" Natasha questioned. As much as Holly and Cara tried to answer the question, there was no right answer without hurting Natasha further.

"I'm so sorry, Nat," Cara apologized, standing up from her seat and walking to the other side to hug her. Holly also stood up and embraced Natasha as the girl cried into their shoulders. And while Holly tried to just focus on making Natasha feel better, she couldn't ignore the whispered chatter as some of the students caught wind of what was going on. Many of them claimed Natasha had somehow brainwashed Holly and Cara into being friends with her with the promise of a substantial amount of cash, which of course, was a load of hogwash. 

Holly noticed Natasha's open sketchbook, and in that darkest and depressing moment, she found a way to help Natasha feel better. Her sketches of landmarks and unique ideas were something only the most inspired and motivated artists could come up with. The art contest didn't matter anymore. If either she or Natasha won, it wouldn't change anything. They were both talented artists, and even through Natasha's pain and heartache, she found her creative outlet. And not only did Holly notice it, but Cara did as well.

Natasha followed their gaze, and turned around, looking back at her sketchbook. But rather than smile and acknowledge all the hard work and detail she put into it, the tears once again formed in her eyes. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" Holly asked, patting her shoulder. Natasha choked up as she mumbled, only loud enough for herself to hear. "Nat, we can't hear you," Cara leaned in concerned. "There's something else you need to know,"

"The only reason I'm even in this art contest is because my parents force me into it every single year. I don't even like doing art!" Natasha sighed. Holly and Cara's jaws nearly dropped to the floor in shock. How could she not like art? She was so good at it! "B-but..." Holly stuttered, trying to regain her composure. "What do you mean? What do you really want to do?" Holly questioned. "I've always wanted to do horseback riding. But my parents didn't want me to do it. Partly because they dream of me "Making it big" in the art industry. But also because of what happened to my brother," Natasha answered.

"Liam's accident?" Cara recalled, having only heard bits and pieces of the story. But the one thing she did remember was that Natasha's brother had been left paralyzed from the waist down. "And the rumors going around about my dad bribing the judges? They're true," Natasha admitted. "I hate him for doing it. It's not fair," Holly and Cara's hearts broke at seeing the pain in Natasha's eyes, but at the same time, they could see just the tiniest spark of life as the girl finally had someone to vent to. 

The bell rang, and everyone started getting from their tables and headed to their next class, but Holly and Cara stayed behind, wanting to make sure that Natasha was going to be okay. "You girls have no idea how much this means to me," Natasha cracked a smile. "It's no problem at all," Holly smiled back. "Just keep being you, okay? Don't let anyone drag you down," Natasha nodded as she embraced her friends once more and grabbed her bag, thanking them as she ran out of the cafeteria to her next class.

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"A page is missing from this logbook. Now, that in and of itself is grounds for dismissal from the force. So, my question to you is: Who was on guard duty outside of interrogation this morning?" Jim squinted as he pushed it to the other end of the table, where one of his colleagues sat in his chair confused. The search for the mole had been going on for the past two hours, and with every cop he questioned, not one of them provided a fraction of information. And it didn't take long for Jim to realized that either they all were covering for somebody, or they didn't take Jim seriously.

"Nobody's talking," Jim spoke to Harvey just as he finished the questionings before his break. "They're protecting their own," Harvey turned away from the balcony and squinted at him. "Or they just don't like you," He stated. "Face it, Harvey. Leon Winkler's killer is a cop," Jim persuaded. "Not proven," Harvey denied. "Come on, you know these guys. You've known them since way back. Give me some leverage, give me an angle. Do you really want to work with a murderer?" Jim questioned.

Of course, Harvey didn't even want to get close to working with a murderer, but the fact that he and Jim were already on thin ice with Jim finally back at the GCPD, they couldn't take any chances stirring up even more problems in the precinct. But eventually, with the right amount of persuasion, Harvey agreed and helped him gather more info on who could be the mole. Harvey stood off to the side while Jim continued his questioning, one of their coworkers was starting to get a bit antsy.

"Somebody gets whacked in the GCPD. Somebody's gonna get fired for this," Jim warned. "Not me, pal," Officer Grover shook his head. "We got a reliable guy, says it was you who pulled the page from the guard duty logbook," Jim lied. "No way. Whe... Where did you get that? Who said that?" Grover looked stunned. "Alvarez," Jim answered. "Why would he lie?" Jim questioned. Officer Grover silently cursed to himself before meeting the detective's eyes.

"Look, six years ago, I had a thing with his wife, okay? Six years ago. He is a vindictive bastard!" Grover explained. Jim's eyes widened at that unnecessary detail, but he kept his composure and kept up the interrogation. "Well look, that's none of our business, huh? Look at it from our point of view. We got to find the culprit. Brass demands one," Jim spoke. "But it wasn't me!" Grover insisted. "Then who was it?" Jim snarled. With Harvey being the bad cop to Jim's good cop, it didn't take long for Grover to leak to them a name.

As Jim walked down the steps to the main floor, he called out to colleagues, asking where Delaware was. "Saw him go to the garage," one detective answered, gesturing his head towards the back of the building. Jim ran down the rest of the steps to the garage, and to his surprise, Delaware hadn't taken off yet. "Hey. Delaware!" Jim shouted. Delaware's head swung round, and he ran to his vehicle in a panicked frenzy as Jim followed right behind. But as Jim was about to grab him, Delaware got into his car and put it in reverse, but Jim slammed his fists on the trunk, grabbing on as tight as he could to stop Delaware from getting away.

With an angry scowl, Delaware got out of the car, his hands clenched into fists. "You're gonna regret that!" Delaware growled. "You were guarding interrogation this morning, weren't you?' Jim asked, not taking his threat seriously. "Screw off!" Delaware retaliated, raising his fist. Before he could even land a punch on the detective, Jim caught his clenched fist, and punched him square in the nose. Delaware fell onto the front of his car, and Jim bound his wrists behind his back, and he slipped the cuffs onto him. With very little chance of Delaware escaping, Jim searched the inside of the vehicle, only to find the black leather seats and crumples of paper straws littering the ground. 

Jim slammed the car door with frustration, and checked the trunk, searching every corner of it for even a shred of proof Delaware was involved. As he checked the inside of the spare tire, Jim found the same tiny blue bags with strange objects he took off Littlefield's body. Gotcha, you bastard! Grabbing Delaware off the hood, Jim walked him through the front of the precinct over to the holding cells, capturing everyone's attention. "Jim, what the hell are you doing?" Harvey hissed. "You couldn't bring him in here quietly, put him in some back room? You making some kind of statement?"

"Damn right, I am!" Jim answered, throwing Delaware into the cell.

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"You sure you don't want to come over for dinner? Florence is making spaghetti tonight!" Cara asked as she and Holly walked towards the limo where Cara's nanny was waiting for them. "Sounds tempting, but I really need to finish my painting," Holly sighed, already feeling her stomach grumble. As they opened the back door, Cara and Holly heard a car honk across the parking lot, and as they looked up, Holly saw someone running towards her, and as they got closer, she saw it was Bruce.

"Master Bruce, wait up!" Alfred protested, trying to catch up with him. "Hey, Bruce! I didn't know you came back!" Holly smiled as she set her bag in the backseat. "We just got back from the Swiss Alps yesterday," Bruce explained, catching his breath. "How was it?" Holly questioned. "It was nice," Bruce explained, going into detail about how they had a chalet up there and they did some sightseeing and skiing. "So, what are you doing here? School just got out," Holly asked. Bruce adjusted his grip on the brown paper bag in his hands.

"I brought you something, Holly," Bruce reached into the bag and carefully pulled out a beautifully decorated snow globe, handing it to Holly. She shook the globe, and watched with glee as the glitter and fake snow floated around the tiny town trapped inside. "It's beautiful, thank you, Bruce," Holly smiled. "I knew you'd like it," Bruce grinned. Holly handed the snow globe to Cara so she could have a better look, and Holly hugged Bruce, doing her best to hide the pink glow in her cheeks.

"Right, we should be getting home now, Master Bruce?" Alfred suggested. "Okay, well I'll see you guys back in school," Bruce nodded. The girls waved goodbye as he followed Alfred back to the car, and as they got situated in the back, they continued to admire the present. "That's rather sweet of him!" Florence commented, keeping her eyes on the road. "Call me crazy, Holly. But... I think Brucey likes you!" Cara smirked. "No, we're just friends. Him giving me a gift doesn't mean he likes me that way," Holly reasoned.

But as Cara continued to tease Holly about her and Bruce's relationship, Holly just smiled to herself, her grip on the snow globe becoming tighter, as if she feared it'd slip from her grasp at any moment.

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Jim knew his victory for catching Delaware would be short-lived. And sure enough, as he was called back into Essen's office along with Harvey, Flass accompanied the Captain, both with angry and disappointed stares. "I warned you and you didn't listen," Essen spoke flatly. "I have evidence. The same drugs I found in Littlefield's shoe at the crime scene yesterday morning," Jim held up the tiny blue bags in his hand. "That evidence is part of an ongoing undercover Narco investigation," Flass explained smugly. "You expect us to believe that?" Jim retorted.

"Narco's been knee-deep in the uptown drug trade for months," Essen confirmed. "I've got a matrix of undercovers that have put their lives at stake for this investigation. Your little stunt gets out, you unravel the whole operation," Flass warned. "Not to mention, the search was illegal," Essen added. "So we're ignoring Delaware's involvement in Winkler's death? Is that what we're doing, Cap?" Jim queried. Essen shook her head, saying it wasn't the way they normally do things, but what he did wasn't the right way. "I'm turning over the case to Internal Affairs,"

"IA?" Jim stepped closer. "Two old drunks in the basement?" "You and Bullock are no longer investigating the Winkler murder," Essen stated. "What about the Littlefield murder? Or, wait, is that also a part of an ongoing narco investigation?" Jim turned towards Flass. "All you, buddy. Let me know if you need any help," Flass answered. "I'm sorry about the confusion," With access to one murder closed off to the detectives, Jim and Harvey walked out, knowing this investigation was far from being closed.