(a/n: Happy Valentine's day! Yes, I am aware Valentine's day is on Wednesday. I just know if I don't post now I'll forget.)

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I can't believe Oswald is dead. I specifically told him not to get involved in politics...

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flashback brought by Fish Mooney

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An unnamed goon holds Oswald in place as Butch punches him. A black high heel flies out of nowhere and hits Butch in the  back of the head.

"Why can't you boys ever play nice?" There stands Ana, a hand on her hip as she shakes her head in mock disappointment. She was wearing a (most likely stolen) sleeveless skin tight, tardis blue, dress. It ended right before her knees.

"Aw, can't you let us have a little bit of fun, Panther?'' The unnamed man asks. Panther was Fish's nickname for Ana. 'Panther' slips her foot back into her shoe and sends a glare.

"You'd do the same if you had to patch up the victims." Ana grumbles as she helps the black haired man walk.

Butch grabbed Ana's arm as she started to walk away. "Listen, you may be Fish's favorite, but one day I'll  get you.''

"You do that.'' Ana absently answers as she walks away.

"Thank you, my friend." He beams as Ana finished

"Please, call me Ana. Plus, the joke's on them. Everyone knows penguins are cute. If you want to keep breathing, I highly suggest to not get involved with anything political. And most definitely don't piss off Fish."

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I look at my reflection in the dirty mirror. I am wearing a red shirt, concealed by a black leather jacket. I am also wearing ripped black jeans. Hmm... it feels like something is missing. I eye a red beanie and place it on my head; tucking my long hair into it. My hair almost reaches my mid back. I've been thinking about cutting it for awhile now.

"What's got you in a fuss? You're not visiting the circus kid again, are you?" Selina grumbles as she examined an apple.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to grow wings and fly there." I sarcastically reply as I fix my beenie. "No, I have a date. Well... sort of."

"How can you sort of have a date?" Selina asks.

"I...uh...Shut up! Oh, and if you follow me I'll force you to wear a dress and high heels for a month." I argue.

That was my form of grounding Selina. She absolutely hates high heels and dresses. What else was I supposed to do? Stop her from eating?

I stroll into G.C.P.D. through a window in the forensic department. Ed has his back facing me. That was his first mistake. Silently I creep up on him, then use my fingers to 'taze' his sides.

He let out a shriek and whipped around. He was holding his hands at an angle, almost like he was going to karate chop me.

"Come on, karate kid. We've got a date." I finally say once I stopped laughing.

"Lead the way, Dr. Ana Kyle." Ed jokes.

"Why of course, Mr. Ed Nygma." I chime.

  (a/n: I know Ed hasn't met Tom Dougherty yet, but just go with it. And yes, in this story Ana invented the batglare.)

We were walking towards the exist to the G.C.P.D. when a man with slide back hair stopped us.

"Hey babe, why don't you ditch riddle man and join me." T. Dougherty asks and my eye twitches.

"Oh dear." Ed mutters as I approach him.

"Did you just call me babe? Oh no, you have to earn that right. And you sure as hell didn't earn that privilege bitch." I snarl, sending a harsh glare his way.

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Third person:

Ed and Ana walk down the streets of Gotham. After they finished their pizza, they stopped off at Starbucks. Ed was holding Ana's left hand, her right one still carrying a large hot chocolate.

"You know, you would make a scary lawyer. " Ed comments, looking to his friend.

Ana shakes her head. "All politicians are scary." When Ed laughs, she stands in front of him; her (now) free hand grabbing his shoulder. "No they are. You haven't seen any up close."

"Not all lawyers are politicians." Ed objects as he and Ana once again walk side by side.

"Did you know that at least 26 of America's past presidents were lawyers?" Ana asks.

"I...did not.''