Bullock Locates Joker

The next morning Bullock threw his legs out of the unmade bed, sheets a mess with the room smelling of sex.

He lit a cigarette outside on the balcony while reading the Moscow Daily newspaper, flicking through the paper until he saw The Joker, Bullock didn't know Russian so he snapped a couple of photos for translation, he tossed the newspaper aside grunting.

The paper said their was a US soldier bunker battle the only person saw that was involved was the green haird person.

Bullock stepped out into the freezing Moscow morning, hailing a Lada taxi down, he spoke in English and told the cab driver the location, the roads where bumpy into the outskirts and not maintained but the taxi made it. Bullock paid the driver and walked the rest of the way on foot, collar up, hands in pockets, trying to look like just another thick-set guy minding his business.

***

Bullock flashed his GCPD credentials, knowing they carried about as much weight here as a wet match. “Detective Harvey Bullock, Gotham City. The guy who hit this place? He’s an escaped American prisoner. High priority. I’ve got orders.”

The officer laughed without humor. “You have no jurisdiction here, detective. Go home. This is not your business.”

Bullocks fists clenched but he held back instead he lit a cigarette and done his own private investigation on the outside, he circuled the old factory until his phone buzzed.

It was Captain Essen "Stay in your lane Harvey, backup comimg in 48 hours." Bullock read the messaged.

“Backup my ass,” he growled, pocketing the phone. Forty eight hours was plenty of time for the Joker to slip away laughing. He crushed the cigarette under his boot as he then walked back too the hotel remembering one key piece of evidence.

Bullock disobeyed orders and then headed towards the acid factory, he only guessed due too his orign story and becsuse of the fresh acid goo in a canister, he saw half hidden in the white snow.

Bullock hailed a VAZ cab down, the cab ride was good other then the usual bumps due too the unmaintained roads. Bullock exited the cab walking over, grabbing the metal door opening it. With his revolver in hand.

After the door was open he grabbed his flashlight with dying batteries as it flickerd, "great" Bullock grunted as he advanced through the maze.

***

In the eyes of the Russian VAZ taxi driver.

The older fifty year old taxi driver pulled his cab over at a diner, he knew something was not right people don't ever ask for cab fairs too the abandoned warehouse district.

He grabbed his phone and dialed the police, he notefied them of the odd taxi fare he just completed.

After the phone call he adjusted his glasses, combed his grey hair and adjusted his heavy jacket. He then resumed too his days work of being a taxi driver.

***

In the eyes of the police.

The Russian police did not waste anytime they rounded up troops and sent them directly too the abandoned warehouse district, they didn't take this call lightly.