"Lenny, we're going to be okay, right..."
"No idea."
The three of them sat on a bench in the waiting area beside the front desk of the East End Police Department, and Leonard was getting nervous himself. He watched Harkness joking around with the policewoman at the desk. Several officers glanced their way, then burst out laughing.
"Relax, Lenny, they're not laughing at you." Harkness walked over with a few registration forms. "As police officers, we've all had professional training. We generally don't laugh. Uh... fill these out and describe what you lost. We'll have those drivers bring your belongings back."
Leonard took the forms numbly and clicked the button on the end of the pen several times, but the absurdity of the situation still left him dizzy.
They had come to report a crime and ask the police for help, and the police said they would have the thieves return the stolen goods themselves...
What the fuck kind of dream am I having?? If word of this gets back to Midway City or Iron Heights Penitentiary, I'll never be able to face my fellow crooks again.
"Jay, about priority bidding rights for the harbor redevelopment... Wayne Enterprises seems to be introducing some technical delays..."
"Oz, you should know Bruce Wayne might not be the one calling the shots now. The bad news is that you may have to face their entire board of directors. The good news is, there are a whole lot of people on that board..."
Beep, beep, beep, beep...
"Jay, we need to talk!"
"I'm not talking, Master Bruce. Once you can stand up, I'll have a proper talk with you. For now, two disabled men should stick to exchanging recovery tips."
Beep, beep, beep, beep...
"Sheriff, all the children at school miss you. One