So yeah, I know I said I wouldn't go any further with this story but I've got to be honest; this story has been forming in my head since I posted that supposed-to-be one-shot! So 6 months later, here I am seeing where this goes! If you hadn't read this story since it was first uploaded you might want to go back and read it to refresh your memory because it'll probably be helpful, but read this however you want to! By the way, thank-you for your reviews for what I'll now call the prologue. The title of the story I'll continue to work on but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this official first chapter! J
1 Year Earlier
Gotham City Police Department
Janelle Gordon laid down her gun and took the ear muffs off of her ears and the goggles off of her eyes, then exited the training room. Her aim was good and her shots were true, but, ever the perfectionist, she always thought that she could be better if she just tried a little harder.
On her way out the door, she was met by Captain Bullock and a young man about her age.
"Hey, Captain," she said with a smile. Though she had never met the man before she joined the GCPD, he was her dad's partner before he became commissioner, and Janelle had a lot of respect for him.
"Hey, Janelle; I found you a partner. Janelle Gordon, meet my son, Cade Bullock. He was transferred from Central City to here just yesterday; it's where he got his training."
For the first time, Janelle took a better look at the guy that was going to be her partner.
He and the captain…looked nothing alike. In contrast to Harvey's obvious Irish ancestry, Cade looked like he could be the son of a Spanish Gypsy. He was tall and dark with large, mischievous brown eyes and black hair. Their eyes met and Cade smiled. Okay, now that looked exactly like a classic Harvey Bullock smile. But their similarities seemed to end there. Cade extended his hand and Janelle took it.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart."
Janelle raised an eyebrow. Okay, maybe they weren't so different after all. He even sounded like Harvey when he spoke.
"Nice to meet you, Cade. And don't call me 'sweetheart'."
Cade raised his eyebrows in amusement.
Janelle wasn't sure how to read this guy. Had he been flirting with her or was he just being himself? Both?
"Well," Harvey cut through her thoughts, "I've got some paperwork to do. Why don't you two go to a restaurant and get to know each other over lunch? No assignments today except for some work bonding. How does that sound?"
The captain had a point. It would be confusing if they were both thrown into an assignment and knew next to nothing about each other. on the other hand, even if they had just one day to get to know each other a little better, it would be easier the next day, counting on the fact they were both open and honest about each other.
Cade shrugged with a smile.
"Sounds good to me."
Janelle smiled for the first time since meeting him.
"Alright. I know a place."
"Okay. See you two later." Harvey walked out of the room.
"So, where is this place that you know?" Cade crossed his arms and took a step closer to Janelle. She smiled wickedly.
"Oh, we'll go to lunch," she said, "Right after I see how well you shoot."
The amused look didn't leave Cade's face.
Cade shrugged again.
They got into the training room and Cade grabbed a gun, a pair of goggles and earmuffs, and Janelle did the same except for grabbing the gun.
"So…what did you do in Central City?" Janelle probed.
"A desk job." Cade looked ahead of him assessing his targets.
Janelle raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm. They didn't actually need me all that much. They had the Flash, and besides, we all have to start somewhere. I was offered to join their Meta-Human task force, but it really wasn't my thing."
"So you settled for a desk job over some real live action?"
"Like I said, it wasn't my thing." Cade took aim and fired. His hand was steady and his aim was really good. So far so good.
"So…" Cade pivoted his gun in another direction, "I already know that you're the commissioner's daughter, so it's easy to assume why you're here so I'll ask you something else. If I can't call you 'sweetheart' what can I call you?"
Janelle almost laughed. She covered her mouth.
"Do you have to call me anything besides Janelle?"
"Nicknames are my thing; they make the person memorable." he fired again, this time at an angle a little farther from his previous target. It hit the bull's eye.
Janelle widened her eyes impressed.
"I'll have to think on that." she said a little thoughtfully.
"How about 'Blue'?"
"What would be the reason behind that nickname?"
Cade coughed looking slightly uncomfortable.
"No reason." he fired his gun this time even further than the last.
This guy was good. Janelle suddenly had an idea.
There was a target at the far end of the wall that only people in Gotham learned to hit. You wouldn't lose your job if you couldn't, but it was always a plus if you could. The criminals in Gotham were highly dangerous, and sometimes unstable, so it was always a good idea to learn how to push your aim to its farthest limits. Not a lot of people including her could hit the target though, especially if it was their first day…
She smiled. She knew it was cruel, but for whatever reason she didn't feel too bad about giving this guy a hard time.
"I'll tell you what," she crossed her arms and Cade turned around to look at her, "You can call me 'Sweetheart.' just so long as you can hit the target waaay over there at the far end of the wall." She pointed.
Cade turned his head to see where she was directing.
"The one that looks like the Joker?"
"That's the one." she couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Cade tilted his head as he assessed his target.
"Alright." he let off four shots hitting the bull's eye each time.
Janelle blinked a few times, then felt her jaw drop.
"How…how did you?"
"20/10 vision, sweetheart," Cade smiled smugly then set his gun down, "Lunch is on me."
O'Neil's Pub and Restaurant
Cade sat across from Janelle in a booth in the restaurant that she had recommended, listening in rapt attention.
"So you actually know the Waynes?" He picked up a beer battered fry off of his plate and bit half of it off.
"Mhmm." Janelle grabbed her ginger beer bottle and took a sip. She was adorable and drop dead gorgeous wrapped into one. What had his father been thinking assigning him to this blonde hair/blue eyed beauty? He was a man who frequently noticed beautiful girls so did he not think she would be a major distraction for his son?
Janelle set the bottle down and continued to speak.
"I used to baby sit the younger Waynes frequently."
"I know that a lot of them are adopted; which ones are Bruce and Selina's biological kids?"
"The youngest ones; Damian and Helena. The three older boys are adopted."
"So…you know them well?"
"Uh huh. Dick especially."
"Oh." Cade felt his heart sink then chided himself. She was his partner and this wasn't a date. Besides, he didn't stand a chance against the famous Dick Grayson.
"What's it like being so close to the billionaire family?"
Janelle shrugged then picked up a fry.
"Pretty normal actually; I've known them my whole life. Dad met Bruce when he agreed to take the Wayne murder case when he was a kid so they got pretty close; the rest is history." She smiled thoughtfully as she ate her fry. "They're all so different; the kids I mean. Dick is the most easy going out of all 5 of them, Jason is the most wild, Tim is the quiet and thoughtful kid, Damian is, well…no one knows quite what Damian is, and Helena is the most mischievous. She's also the only girl, of course, so she's got just about the entire Wayne clan wrapped around her finger as well as a double douse of Selina's charm. So Bruce is in trouble. She's only 13 but she's already got half of the Gotham Academy boys after her and they only think they're winning her over."
"Wow." Cade chuckled as he picked up an olive, "Sounds like she's the smart one." He popped it into his mouth.
"In a way, yes. I love her; she's like the sister I never had."
"And all the boys are like your brothers?" He purposely kept any note of hope out of his voice.
"Pretty much. Except Dick. He and I dated a couple of times but it never went anywhere. If you ask me, I think he's hung up on a girl he met in high school when she got transferred from Gotham High."
"And he never got the courage to ask her out?"
"No; it's a long story and not mine to tell."
"So…" Janelle leaned forward with a smile he couldn't translate, "a desk job huh? Was that all you really did with that… practiced aim?"
Cade gave her a smile of his own. Of course he couldn't fool a detective.
"Well." he leaned forward and couldn't help but notice how light her blue eyes were, "Everyone has their stories; I have my own."
"Perhaps when we get to know each other better."
A look that resembled something of defeat flickered in Janelle's eyes then she sat back.
"Whatever you say, Bullock." She took another sip of her ginger beer while studying him, Cade studying back.
"I didn't know Harvey had a kid; any more of you?"
He wished she hadn't asked the question, but knew she didn't mean anything by it.
"No. You see, my parents got a divorce before I was born; Dad didn't know I even existed when she left him to live in Central City. She never changed her last name back to her maiden name, which is why I share his. To tell you the truth, I only met my dad a few years ago after my mother died and felt, well, I should look for him. When I found him, I was fresh out of the academy. My goal was to be a homicide detective. Not for the sake of being like him; it's just what I've always wanted to do. By then of course, he had been captain of the GCPD. He said once I completed my time as a patrol officer, he would work out a transfer for me to work here, which is how I got here."
Janelle blinked as she took in the information.
"I'm sorry about your mother, Cade; I didn't know."
"I know you didn't." He looked out of the window stationed right beside them and saw a civilian purchasing a newspaper.
"Well, what about you, Gordon?" He pulled his attention back to the blonde sitting across from him in the red booth, "What's your story? I know I'm one to talk, but you're a little young to be a homicide detective."
Janelle cracked a smile.
"I was home schooled because I've always been ahead academically. I took the fast track in high school and was able to get into the academy a week after my 18th birthday. I did my three years as a patrol officer and, well, here I am."
"You have any siblings that can be in law enforcement as well?"
Pain surfaced into her pretty eyes and Cade wished he hadn't asked.
"I have…an older brother, but I don't see him."
"No, nothing like that. Like you said, a story for when we get to know each other better."
Cade nodded feeling empathetic for her.
"Alright. Anyway," he cleared his throat, "this is our first meeting, so we're supposed to talk about surface level stuff. Not the deep dark secrets we keep locked away in our hearts."
Janelle smiled a smile that reminded a picture of her father he had seen in the newspaper once.
"Alright. What's your favorite color?"
He felt a smile tug on his face and chuckled.
Janelle laughed, a pleasant melody that would echo in his brain for hours to come.
"So is mine."
Oh yeah, working with her was a bad idea. But Cade had a feeling he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
So I hope this wasn't too long and/or boring for you guys to read. Please comment and review because I always love to hear what people think about my stories! But please no foul language and/or character bashing.