Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 1:05:18 GMT -4
She'd gone out on her own. Probably not the smartest thing for her to do or well common sense would tell a person not to be out in the streets at this hour or that one should not walk past the Police's investigation tape that was supposed to block people off from entering the area, or be taking samples of some blood found at the scene in and around where the Joker and Superman squared off, nor would it have been wise to take a shell casing she found that had rolled beneath the dumpster, but well, common sense was not so common at least where Lois was concerned. Rules didn't apply to her when she was investigating something and if the police weren't willing to help fill in the gaps for her well she was going to do some digging of her own. Some people might be surprised at the lengths she was going to help a certain red caped individual even if he was unaware of her work behind the scenes, but in many ways Lois couldn't help it. She owed him really, a lot actually as he had saved her life on more than one occasion and for that reason on its own she felt a moral obligation to help. Though if she was true to herself she would also admit to caring just a little bit more than simple obligation and it was that concern, that undefined emotion of hers that drove her to seek out the truth behind the Joker's new found abilities and discover the mystery of these bullets.
Getting up off her hands and knees where she had been kneeling down to reach for the casing that was sparked by her flash light. It was an ungodly hour after all but Lois needed to make sure she'd get here without getting interrupted. She had waited until the police themselves had stopped looming around and gathered up what they could and closed off the scene; they were done making their assessment and collecting their evidence. Tomorrow would be them getting ready for the cleanup crew so Lois knew she had to get here before they cleaned it out. She knew her window of opportunity was small and hence her visit to the scene of the fight at an ungodly hour. So having taken the pictures she needed, and putting the strange shell casing and sample of blood into her purse Lois nonchalantly headed back out into the street. Readjusting the strap of her purse she continued to walk down the sidewalk, her heels clicking lightly in a rhythmic pace quite different than another set of footfalls behind her.
Lois looked briefly over her shoulder and noticed two tall figures in hoodies and baseball caps walking towards her. She noticed when she picked up her pace so too did they. Her hand instinctively reached for the small mace spray she had in her pocket. Maybe it would be nothing and the young men would just walk on past her. Or maybe it was more than nothing, either was she was trying to be in the ready.
Getting up off her hands and knees where she had been kneeling down to reach for the casing that was sparked by her flash light. It was an ungodly hour after all but Lois needed to make sure she'd get here without getting interrupted. She had waited until the police themselves had stopped looming around and gathered up what they could and closed off the scene; they were done making their assessment and collecting their evidence. Tomorrow would be them getting ready for the cleanup crew so Lois knew she had to get here before they cleaned it out. She knew her window of opportunity was small and hence her visit to the scene of the fight at an ungodly hour. So having taken the pictures she needed, and putting the strange shell casing and sample of blood into her purse Lois nonchalantly headed back out into the street. Readjusting the strap of her purse she continued to walk down the sidewalk, her heels clicking lightly in a rhythmic pace quite different than another set of footfalls behind her.
Lois looked briefly over her shoulder and noticed two tall figures in hoodies and baseball caps walking towards her. She noticed when she picked up her pace so too did they. Her hand instinctively reached for the small mace spray she had in her pocket. Maybe it would be nothing and the young men would just walk on past her. Or maybe it was more than nothing, either was she was trying to be in the ready.