Imagine....

You sat silently in the interrogation room with only your breathing filling the air. Your nervous breathing. You knew what happened. You knew it all. But you couldn't tell on Jerome like that. He was your best friend. And besides, you may have helped move the body. So if he goes down, you will as well. And Jerome's eyes on you? Did nothing to comfort you. He kept a warning look in his eyes that you knew not to go against. Even after Jim Gordon left the room.

"When Detective Gordon comes back in, let me do the talking. You don't have anything to worry about." His little smile, filled with so much lust for the thrill you two were getting from just being here. He had to end it. She was useless as a mother.

"No matter what happens Jerome, it'll work out. We know how to get out of tough situations. And this city? Is no exception." His smirk and determination helped you feel a bit better. This was only the beginning.