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She was cuffed to the table, head laying on the hard metal. A hand came down on the table, rousing the woman from her subdued state.
"Where am I?" She shouted, English accent ringing off the walls, she pulled at the handcuffs.
"The GCPD precinct," The man with the shorter hair answered, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
"You were found at a drugs bust earlier, why were you there?" The bearded one asked, pressing his hands on the table.
"What's it to you?" She sneered, settling her hands.
Beard sighed and shook his head, "Just answer the damned question."
"I was looking for easy money-"
"No, you're lying."
"Fine, if you won't let me talk," She jutted her jaw in contempt.
"Just tell us, ma'am." Short hair said calmly.
She gave him a thoughtful look. "What's your name, sir?"
"We ask the questions-"
"Harvey," Short hair warned Beard.
"Name's Harvey Bullock. Detective Harvey Bullock." Beard answered.
"And I'm Detective James Gordon, will you answer our questions now, ma'am?" The other added.
She nodded and allowed herself to memorize the names before continuing. "I was looking for easy money from my adoptive father, Sal Maroni-"
"Sal Maroni is your dad?" Harvey interjected.
"Can I finish a bloody sentence in this place?!" She shook her head and glared at Harvey.
"Harvey, can you leave? I can handle her on my own, fill out the paperwork for the bust." James offered. Harvey started to talk, but shut up and left when James gave him a pleading look. “Continue,”
“Anyways, I needed money from Sal and he gave me some, end of story.” She finished.
“Anything else?”
“If there’s more to my story, I wouldn’t tell you anyways."
“Ma’am-”
“Enough with the ‘Ma’am’s, My name’s Silvana Maroni.”
“Ms. Maroni-”
“Just Silvana.”
“Alright, Silvana, why did you need money from your father?”
“Why do you want to know?”
James sighed, running a hand down his face. “Silvana, please, answer the question.”
“Ask another one,” Silvana narrowed her eyes.
“You don’t make that choice, I ask the questions, you answer them.”
“Then ask better questions.”
James was growing impatient and stood stating, “I need some air,” then left the room.
An hour past and Silvana’s wrists had bled and started to dry by the time someone entered the room. It was a Harvey Bullock.
“Why the hell am I still here?” Silvana inquired.
“You’re here because you’re a hard headed putz.” Harvey answered, sitting in James’ previous chair.
“That’s not my fault, James asked me stupid questions.”
“No, he didn’t. Why were you at the pier where they were selling drugs?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be there, Sal changed the meeting place last minute.”
“Meeting place for what?”
“The money I needed.”
“Why were you so beat up when we found you?”
“I was made. Sal told me to be scarce and not show my face, which I did, his goons are just idiots.”
“Do you know why we had to knock you out?” Harvey asked.
“No, not really.” Silvana tilted her head annoyed.
“You kept screaming and threatening to hurt people.”
“Well, shit.” Silvana licked her lips. “Can I have an ice pack or some ibuprofin? I’ve had a headache since I woke up.”
Harvey answered in the affirmative and left the room. He returned with two small cups, one with two Advils and the other had water. He uncuffed her wrists, allowing her to take the pills. Harvey left again, saying he’d get the M.E. to bandage her wrists. He left the cuffs off. Silvana rose from her chair and stretched. She tried the door, which of course was locked, then decided to pace the length of the room.
Damn, Silvana thought. Where’s that piece of shit I used to call ‘Dad’? I’m supposed to have an immunity to being arrested. That lying cow.
“Hello, are you Silvana Maroni?”
Silvana nearly jumped out of her skin at the suddenness of a male voice. She spun around and faced the man. The weedy-looking man had a permanent grin etched onto his face, he pushed his retro glasses back to the bridge of his nose before Silvana replied.
“Uh, hi. Yes, I’m Silvana. Are you the M.E.?”
“The M.E. is out for lunch and I’m the only one qualified to assist you in medical treatment.” The man set a white plastic box down on on the table. He emptied the things he needed (a white tube of ointment, a roll of gauze, two cotton balls, cotton swabs, and Hydrogen Peroxide) on the table, making sure they were straight and orderly before turning back to Silvana, smiling still.
Silvana took this as her cue to sit on the table and allow this man to tend to her wrists. He hesitantly picked up her hand and started fixing her up.
“Do you like riddles?”
“I don’t think I’ve tried to answer them before. Ask away.” Silvana answered.
The man frowned, then smiled again, pulling out a small leather bound notebook, covered in tiny lettering on the inside. “What has a neck but no head?”
“A bottle.” She replied before he could barely finish.
The man smiled. “Correct. What has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps, can run but never walks, and has a bank but no money?”
“A river.”
“Correct again. Are you sure you’ve never done riddles before?”
“They’re just easy. I think I like riddles.” Silvana’s smile mirrored the man’s.
“Did you know-”
“Hey, finish up, then leave. I still have a few more questions for Silvana.” Harvey interrupted, the door slamming open and was still vibrating when the man had rushed the last bandaging of her other wrist and had left.
“You feeling alright?” James asked worriedly as he stepped in after the man, closing the door behind him.
“Better now, thank you.” Silvana brightened her smile. She poked a thumb over her shoulder at the door. “Who was that? He’s cute.”
“Who? Ed?” Harvey burst out laughing, banging a fist on the metal table. Once he got his composure back, he continued. “That creep’s the station’s F.E., Edward Nygma. I’d stay away from him if I were you, Silvana.”
“He seems nice. I like him.” Silvana fixed the end of the gauze on her left wrist. “Do you have paper and a pen?”
“Uh, yeah, but we still have questions for you.” James said warily, tearing out a piece of paper from his notebook and handing Silvana it, along with his pen.
“I’ll answer them promptly then.” She wrote something down on the paper and slid them back to James. “Give that to...Edward, please.”
“Okay,” James folded the paper, that had Silvana’s number on it, and placed it into his pocket, the pen going back with his notebook. “You know, you remind me of my niece, Annie.”
“I hope that’s good thing.” Silvana teased.
“It is.” James offered a tight-lipped smile.
Harvey cleared his throat, “Back to questioning…”