The rest of that night drained on for hours and hours as Holly watched through the passenger window as Jim and Bullock investigated the scene, helping piece the events leading up to the double homicide second by second, step by step. She tried to stay up as best she could but fell asleep, lying across the backseat. It wasn't until around sunrise that everyone wrapped up investigating, and when Gordon and Bullock returned to the vehicle, Jim gently shook his daughter awake.

"Hey, I'm sorry it took so long," He apologized. "It's okay. You're just doing your job," Holly assured. "How about we stop and grab some breakfast?" He offered. The girl nodded as a smile spread on her face. The thought of pancakes at 6 in the morning sounded very appetizing. As they stepped into the half-full restaurant, they sat at the metal counter, the two men ordering cups of coffee while Holly waited for her blueberry pancakes.

"Listen hot shot, do me a favor. Don't start talking to witnesses until I say so. Especially you," Bullock looked to Jim and then Holly. "What is your problem?" Jim questioned. "Yeah, why are you acting so-" Before Holly could finish her sentence, Jim firmly patted her shoulder as a way to tell her to stay out of this. But she couldn't unshake the feeling of her dad's coworker treating them like they were gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. "My problem, soldier boy is you two just caught us a gigantic flaming ball of crap," Bullock explained.

Jim looked over curiously, asking how he did that, to which Bullock replied, "You guys have never heard of Thomas and Martha Wayne?" The last name rang a bell in Holly's head as Bruce told her back in the alleyway, but aside from that, she didn't know much about his parents. "The Wayne Foundation?" Jim asked. "Yeah. Two of the richest and most powerful people in Gotham. You can't even begin to imagine the pressure if we don't close this thing quick," Bullock responded, slipping just a hint of alcohol into his coffee cup.

"So, let's close it quick then," Holly replied. "Kid, you're too young to understand this. The perp could be any one of the 10,000 mopes out there. This isn't some random street robbery, this is a double murder!" Bullock sighed. "I know that, but I'm just saying if we want to close the case fast, we should start interrogating some people," Holly clarified. Bullock scoffed as she looked at her dad, who silently agreed with her statement.

The restaurant's door opened, a tiny bell rang above it, making all three of their heads turn. A woman and a man dressed in black and gray entered and sat at opposite ends of the counter. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Montoya and Allen from the Major Crimes Unit," Bullock said with a smile. "This is my new partner, Jim Gordon, and his... daughter Holly,"

Jim looked over his shoulder to Allen, saying it was nice to meet them, while the other two detectives barely acknowledged their presence. "You're on the Wayne's, huh? Terrible thing," Montoya shook her head. "Do you have any leads?" "Nope, we're just getting started," Bullock answered. Allen wasted no time in offering to take the case off their hands. It was almost like they had a feeling the GCPD would be under a lot of pressure to bring Thomas and Martha's killer to justice.

Jim and Holly's eyes widened at the offer. There was no way they could hand it off like it didn't matter. They made a promise to Bruce, and they were going to do whatever it took to keep it. "Why do you want it?" Bullock squinted at Allen. "Have you found any leads?" Montoya and Allen shook their heads, claiming they just wanted some press action. With that response, Bullock was skeptical about giving it up, though he was trying his best to hide the fact he was scared.

But Montoya could see through Bullock like a freshly polished window and called him out on it. "Damn right, I'm scared," he admitted. "So then, why don't you do the right thing for once?" the female detective folded her arms across her chest. "For once? Well, you can kiss my ass," Bullock retorted. "We're just trying to be collegial here. Come on, let's go," Allen ushered Montoya away before they sat at one of the empty tables. But Bullock wasn't finished with them. 

"I almost gave it to you, but you couldn't help yourself, could you? You had to go and be disrespectful," he smirked. Montoya just rolled her eyes while Allen just smiled and told him to stay frosty. "Self-righteous, do-gooding skell huggers. Always bad-mouthing us like they're freaking angels please," Bullock continued to sip on his alcoholic coffee. I thought everybody who worked in the crime force treated each other fair, I guess not. Just then, the waitress slid her the plate of blueberry pancakes with a few strips of bacon. "Here you go, hon," she said with a soft voice before the Gordon daughter started going to town on the mini mountain. Just then, the latest news report on the Wayne murders flashed onto the TV screen. Jim, Bullock, and Holly looked as Mayor James was hounded by reporters, asking for his thought on the double homicide. Through the darkened silhouette of the mayor, Holly could see the grief etched onto his face.

"I swear to you, the perpetrators of this heinous crime will be captured and will be punished to the fullest extent. I swear that to you," he spoke before the screen flashed back to the news reporter. They all looked at each other, not only was Bruce depending on them to find the killer, but now all of Gotham's high society was too.

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Back at the GCPD, Captain Essen made it clear to Jim and Bullock to take all the people and the resources they needed, but their main objective was to close this case. As the two men were about to walk out of the office, Bullock turned back to his Captain asking if he could have a word with her in private. She nodded, and Jim shut the double doors behind him. He wasn't an idiot. He knew full well what they were talking about behind those thin doors. Bullock was complaining about having a rookie as his partner and not someone more "qualified" for the job. Jim just rolled his eyes as he looked out onto the railing.

"What am I supposed to do? Change his diapers? And for god's sake, he keeps dragging that kid around like she's some junior detective! It's obvious his real job is to be a stay-at-home dad instead of a cop!" Bullock shouted. Holly couldn't help but feel a little hurt by this statement. But she shook the words away and joined her father, patting his back. "I'm guessing he's not a people person?" Holly chuckled. Jim smiled at his daughter and nodded, "Yeah, I guess so,"

Suddenly the office door slammed shut, the blinds bumping against the glass and most likely chipping it with the amount of force Bullock used. He walked up to the Gordon's with a disappointed expression as he grabbed his coat. "She said you had to keep me, huh?" Jim smirked. "Yeah, she did. She said you were a war hero and that your daddy was a big shot D.A. back in the olden days. So, I have to keep my mouth shut and do as I'm told," Bullock explained. 

"Yikes," Holly replied, unable to hold back her sarcasm. "Listen kiddo, from now on, just keep your nose out of other people's business, and we won't have any problems. And you..." Bullock looked back to Jim. "Ask for a transfer," he finished. "Sorry, this is where the action is. You'll have to get used to me," Jim said. Bullock stepped towards the father-daughter duo, saying that Jim seemed like a nice guy but that being in Gotham and working at the GCPD was not the place for nice guys. "You got that?" Bullock questioned. Jim just shook his head, and his partner claimed that was his problem, he was too stubborn to listen to anyone.

"You're a cynic! A slovenly, lackadaisical cynic," Jim hissed. Bullock chuckled at the attempted insult, shrugging and saying he might be right. "Okay soldier boy, let's go roust some muggers,"

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While Holly sat in Captain Essen's office quietly sketching away, for her father and Bullock, the rest of that morning had been full of sitting in the car and waiting for the muggers and thieves to make the wrong move. And the second either of them spotted one, they went in separate directions, both catching the muggers by surprise. While under the bright spotlights of the interrogation room, the duo grilled them about any knowledge of what happened the night of the murders, specifically if any of them had snatched a four-strand pearl necklace, the same one Martha Wayne was wearing that fateful night. But none of them had any idea where the necklace was or who might've been behind the crime.

Their wild goose chase continued for the next few hours, and after arresting about two dozen muggers, not one of them had a sliver of information to cough up. But after nearly giving up, one of the forensic analysts, Eddie Nygma stood next to Jim and Bullock with a tiny bag containing one of the bullets. "Guess what this is?" Eddie said with a big grin. "Just tell us, Ed. If I want riddles, I'll read the funny pages," Bullock crossed his arms. Nygma opened a tiny notebook with a bunch of little scribbles, declaring it was a 300-grain cupronickel wadcutter.

"Came out of Thomas Wayne's chest!" Eddie finished. "Isn't that a six-dollar bullet?" Jim questioned. "Yep! What kind of gun..." But before Eddie could slide in a riddle, Bullock cut him short, telling him to get to the point. "It's from a pistol not known by our database. No prints were found either," Eddie spoke in a monotone voice. "Did you find anything else?" Jim asked. "What's nowhere but everywhere except where something is?" Eddie grinned again.

"You need professional help, Nygma. Seriously," Bullock stated before he and Jim walked off, discussing more details from Bruce's statement. "So, our man has shiny shoes, uses high-end ammo, and nobody on the street knows who he is?" Jim recapped. "Maybe he's not from the street. Like a debonair playboy robber, does it for kicks?" Bullock suggested. "But why would someone go through all the trouble and pretend to be a street robber? I'm thinking a contract killer or someone with a personal grudge against the Waynes," Jim added.

Bullock considered those possibilities, but when he asked how a professional killer would know the Waynes would be coming down that alleyway. Jim grew silent as he hadn't considered that. "Essen said we don't catch a break in the first 48. It's time we go see Fish Mooney," Bullock said. Another unfamiliar name to Jim, but from the way his partner was talking about the mysterious woman, she seemed to have some affiliation with Carmine Falcone, one of the two crime bosses who owned half the city.

"Theater District's her turf. If anything happens down there, she hears about it," Bullock explained. About half an hour passed, after the two cops left the precinct, pulling up outside Mooney's hideout. The club portion itself was completely covered in red walls and red velvet curtains near the stage. The bar however, had a more old-fashioned look but remained just as classy. Whoever this Fish was, she certainly had good taste. The club was almost empty with just a few employees getting the bar set up and the club cleaned for when the sun went down and the real fun began.

"Tell Fish I'm here," Bullock patted the bartender on the back as he scurried off to the back room. About a minute later, a woman with golden brown skin, a short black haircut, and red highlights stepped into their view. Just like her impressive club, Mooney was dressed to impress with a metallic dress, her hands adorned with gold jewelry. "Harvey, a pleasure to see you," She held her arms out for an embrace. "It's good to see you too, Fish," Harvey took off his hat out of respect as Fish kissed both his cheeks. Mooney didn't notice Jim watching them until she caught his gaze out of the corner of her eye. "Who's your friend?" Fish questioned.

"Detective James Gordon, ma'am," Jim introduced himself. "Well, aren't you a cool glass of milk?" Although Fish was smiling the whole time she said that, Jim could tell from the look in her eyes her words were full of venom. Before either of the two men could say anything else, Jim's head turned at the sounds of screaming like someone was in pain. But when he asked Fish about it, all she said was her men were watching a scary movie. "Really?" Jim inquired with a hint of sarcasm. "No. Actually, one of my staff has been stealing money from me. So we're beating his punk ass," She hissed.

Harvey could feel the concern and disapproval coming from Jim but told him to relax and that Fish got some leeway. "Her staff are rough characters, need firm handling," Harvey explained. "So, I'm guessing this isn't a social visit, then?" Fish asked him. "Unfortunately not. Brass sent me by to talk to you about the Wayne Murders," Harvey spoke. "Terrible thing," Fish shook her head. The screaming continued towards the back, and as much as Jim tried to stay focused on the task at hand, each screech made him look back to the source. "Listen junior, if you're so worried, go back there and see if anyone wants to press charges," Bullock suggested but then turned back to Fish. "Only if that's alright with you,"

"Mi casa es su casa," Fish shrugged. Despite years of language training in the years since he enlisted in the army, Jim didn't remember most of the Spanish language but took Fish's words as permission to investigate the noise. As Jim stepped outside in the pouring rain, he could hear metallic clanging along with the grunts and cries of a man most likely in his late 20s. While he didn't get a good look at first, it appeared the thief was being beaten with either a metal rod or bat. "How's everybody doing?" Jim spoke as he stepped into the view of five men, three of them watching as the fourth man held an umbrella in one hand and a bat in the other. The fifth man's face was bleeding profusely, blood gushing from gashes on his forehead, and missing a few teeth.

"Who are you?" One of the men asked. "James Gordon, GCPD," Jim answered. "You're here with Harvey, huh? Good to know you, James. I'm Butch Gilzean," One of the taller and more muscular-looking men spoke. Jim looked at the man carrying the umbrella, telling him to drop the bat, to which he did without question or hesitation. "Aw, come on now. Oswald and Raoul here were just having a little fun, weren't you, boys?" Butch smiled, placing a hand on Raoul's shoulder. "All in good fun!" Oswald played along. "No problem..." Raoul assured, trying to smile through all the blood dripping down his face.

"You're the new guy, huh? How do you like Gotham so far?" Butch questioned Jim. "Well enough," the new detective responded with bluntness. With one last look at the crime he could do nothing about without causing some rift between Harvey and Fish, Jim turned and went back inside the club, back to where his partner and Mooney were still talking. "Everything alright back there?" Harvey queried. Jim nodded as he and Fish said their goodbyes, Fish planting one last cheek kiss on Harvey's right cheek, saying she'd see him around.

With this visit hopefully able to lead them in the right direction, Harvey and Jim left the hideout, hoping they would finally be able to finally crack the case.