10:00, PM. Gothic City Police Department
A cold rain drizzled the windows of the GCPD's base of operations. It had been a fairly average night, in Gothic terms. Some maniac makes very real threats, insults the bat guy that had been running around, and a few cops had been reported missing. A depressing day, but average for the city of night. It was quiet, though. Not as many emergency calls as usual. Likely the more normal gangs were in hiding, either from the bat or the clown. An open box of cold donuts sat at a table by the entrance, completely full. Until a the glass door eased open, and a wet hand lifted one of the hardened pastries to mustached lips.
A good amount of the quiet workers looked up to see the chief holding the door open for an old man in a trenched coat, who was biting into a chocolate doughnut with a slight smirk on his face. The chief seemed a little bit excited, telling the stranger some words of their past that couldn't be heard over the Gothic rain. The door closed behind them, with the chief lightly chuckling. The two walked to the center of the room. "Alright, everyone listen. This is David Brady, a veteran of the NYPD, and a personal friend of mine. Officially, David retired three years ago. Unofficially, he's a special kind of free- Yea, I know what you boys think of freelance guys, but this man has more experience with the kind of guys the reek this city than any of you, and I had to call in a favor for it, so listen to what he has to say." With that, the chief stepped aside, allowing Brady to take lead... after he finished his doughnut, of course.
"I'm not one for giving speeches, and I don't feel I should have to, but Tom told me that you boys are hard to please. That's a good thing, as long as you being please involves putting every last scumbag, super or not, in custody. You need to be stubborn. You need to be persistent. You need to do it. Even when they take everything from you, because this isn't about you. Not your job, not your money, and not your life. This is about your family, and every other family in this city. I've had everything taken from me already. My job, my money, my house, even my family. I was angry, I was sad, I was confused, all at first. If they take these things away from you, and don't think for a damn second that they can't and they won't, this is what you need to tell yourself: don't let them go in vain. Never let them go in vain. That's what kept me from hanging myself. You hear me?"
The observers, still silent, nodded in attention. Almost in unison. Brady smirked, nodded at the chief, and turned back to his new co-workers. "Alright then, lets get to work on this clown guy. Chief will fill you in on how I'll "unofficially" be working with you on this. Stay safe, and stay in touch." He said before walking back out, grabbing the box of pastries on his way. He wasn't big on thieving, but leaving the box there to rot would be a waste. Besides, they're better cold.
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