worst-cop-in-gotham

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Death. Doom. Destruction.

Stay the fuck away from me and my daughter.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Reagan frowned slightly. "My door is always open." He nodded towards his apartment building. "Fair warnin, though, got a rambunctious little puppy in there, so watch out." He chuckled, trying to lighten Danny's spirit.

Reagan heard a small commotion Infront of his kitchen window, not far from the street.

Upon further inspection, he saw a child kneeling on the ground, clutching tightly to a small bag as three older boys tried to pull it away from him, the young boy's wheelchair having been knocked over beside them.

@starson-theshore

He'd gotten of work only a bit ago, having enough time to change out of his uniform and start making food for both him and his daughter, Thea. She was, as expected, excitable as ever, even with their new, well, newish puppy, Storm.

He glanced up as he heard the commotion, glancing out the window. Shit, bunch of asshole kids. "Thea, you stay here with Storm, alright?" He sternly muttered, setting down her plate of food. He'd make his whenever he got back.

"Course, Papa!" She happily chirped, not entirely aware as to why her father was suddenly tense. He didn't respond to her reply, a cigarette already dangling between his lips as he slipped out the door. He flicked the lighter open, second nature by that point to light a cigarette without even holding it.

"Hey!" He shouted, glaring daggers at the kids, a look of pure distain on his face.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

"Danny." He smiled gently, helping him settle into the wheelchair. "Need help getting home, kid?" He offered. Sure, it'd take time out of his time with Thea, but Reagan knew she could handle herself, even at her relatively young age.

Reagan heard a small commotion Infront of his kitchen window, not far from the street.

Upon further inspection, he saw a child kneeling on the ground, clutching tightly to a small bag as three older boys tried to pull it away from him, the young boy's wheelchair having been knocked over beside them.

@starson-theshore

He'd gotten of work only a bit ago, having enough time to change out of his uniform and start making food for both him and his daughter, Thea. She was, as expected, excitable as ever, even with their new, well, newish puppy, Storm.

He glanced up as he heard the commotion, glancing out the window. Shit, bunch of asshole kids. "Thea, you stay here with Storm, alright?" He sternly muttered, setting down her plate of food. He'd make his whenever he got back.

"Course, Papa!" She happily chirped, not entirely aware as to why her father was suddenly tense. He didn't respond to her reply, a cigarette already dangling between his lips as he slipped out the door. He flicked the lighter open, second nature by that point to light a cigarette without even holding it.

"Hey!" He shouted, glaring daggers at the kids, a look of pure distain on his face.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

"No need for the 'sir' stuff, kid." He shook his head, standing up to go and grab the wheelchair. "I just did what any reasonable person would do."

Reagan blew a small bit of smoke out, bringing the wheelchair closer to the kid. "What's your name, kid?" He carefully questioned, ready to make a mental note about him.

Reagan heard a small commotion Infront of his kitchen window, not far from the street.

Upon further inspection, he saw a child kneeling on the ground, clutching tightly to a small bag as three older boys tried to pull it away from him, the young boy's wheelchair having been knocked over beside them.

@starson-theshore

He'd gotten of work only a bit ago, having enough time to change out of his uniform and start making food for both him and his daughter, Thea. She was, as expected, excitable as ever, even with their new, well, newish puppy, Storm.

He glanced up as he heard the commotion, glancing out the window. Shit, bunch of asshole kids. "Thea, you stay here with Storm, alright?" He sternly muttered, setting down her plate of food. He'd make his whenever he got back.

"Course, Papa!" She happily chirped, not entirely aware as to why her father was suddenly tense. He didn't respond to her reply, a cigarette already dangling between his lips as he slipped out the door. He flicked the lighter open, second nature by that point to light a cigarette without even holding it.

"Hey!" He shouted, glaring daggers at the kids, a look of pure distain on his face.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

An audible sigh escaped Reagan. Even when off the clock, he couldn't seem to escape his job. He strolled up to the kid, squatting down beside him.

"Hey... you alright?" He gently asked, smiling softly at him to appear less threatening.

Reagan heard a small commotion Infront of his kitchen window, not far from the street.

Upon further inspection, he saw a child kneeling on the ground, clutching tightly to a small bag as three older boys tried to pull it away from him, the young boy's wheelchair having been knocked over beside them.

@starson-theshore

He'd gotten of work only a bit ago, having enough time to change out of his uniform and start making food for both him and his daughter, Thea. She was, as expected, excitable as ever, even with their new, well, newish puppy, Storm.

He glanced up as he heard the commotion, glancing out the window. Shit, bunch of asshole kids. "Thea, you stay here with Storm, alright?" He sternly muttered, setting down her plate of food. He'd make his whenever he got back.

"Course, Papa!" She happily chirped, not entirely aware as to why her father was suddenly tense. He didn't respond to her reply, a cigarette already dangling between his lips as he slipped out the door. He flicked the lighter open, second nature by that point to light a cigarette without even holding it.

"Hey!" He shouted, glaring daggers at the kids, a look of pure distain on his face.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Reagan heard a small commotion Infront of his kitchen window, not far from the street.

Upon further inspection, he saw a child kneeling on the ground, clutching tightly to a small bag as three older boys tried to pull it away from him, the young boy's wheelchair having been knocked over beside them.

@starson-theshore

He'd gotten of work only a bit ago, having enough time to change out of his uniform and start making food for both him and his daughter, Thea. She was, as expected, excitable as ever, even with their new, well, newish puppy, Storm.

He glanced up as he heard the commotion, glancing out the window. Shit, bunch of asshole kids. "Thea, you stay here with Storm, alright?" He sternly muttered, setting down her plate of food. He'd make his whenever he got back.

"Course, Papa!" She happily chirped, not entirely aware as to why her father was suddenly tense. He didn't respond to her reply, a cigarette already dangling between his lips as he slipped out the door. He flicked the lighter open, second nature by that point to light a cigarette without even holding it.

"Hey!" He shouted, glaring daggers at the kids, a look of pure distain on his face.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Wow. Shocked someone in Gotham actually somewhat likes us. That is definitely a surprise.

I definitely am not the GCPD's biggest fan. do I know they can be won over with money? yah. do I plan on payin' em? fuck no.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

I feel like you're just gonna ignore that advice, aren't you?

I definitely am not the GCPD's biggest fan. do I know they can be won over with money? yah. do I plan on payin' em? fuck no.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

A warrant?– actually, not gonna ask. I do not get paid enough to give a shit about petty criminals. Just only blackmail the shitty ones, some of us are just tired and trying our best.

I definitely am not the GCPD's biggest fan. do I know they can be won over with money? yah. do I plan on payin' em? fuck no.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Ma'am, please do not try to bribe or blackmail the police... I cannot reiterate this enough.

I definitely am not the GCPD's biggest fan. do I know they can be won over with money? yah. do I plan on payin' em? fuck no.

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

...I realized that ages ago. I realized that when she died.

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Hm. I'm glad you've finally come to the realization I had long ago.

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

So... we both agree the law ain't doin' enough...? That we gotta do this our own way...?

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

I– what do you mean you found out you aren't human?

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

... what?

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]

[worst-cop-in-gotham]

Kid... no. I don't need you getting involved.

Oscar... your back, kid? Where– How– Why... fuck it, I'm just glad you're back, kid.

— Reagan

@worst-cop-in-gotham

Hey.... Reagan.. it's been a few months huh...?

[ He smiled tiredly, his face much scarred and his body covered in bandages under his clothes ]