Ivy Weaver

This was not going to be the easiest thing she had ever done. But she had been asked to do this because of the District Attorney. Ivy is many things after all. he is young and idealistic. She is also very brave and no one can deny that fact. She has a mind like a steal trap locking onto things that few others would. She had the makings of an excellent lawyer.

They wanted to see though how she would deal with the more dangerous persons in Gotham City. It wasn't just for that reason though that she was asked to go interview one Jonathan Crane, known as the Scarecrow. She was asked because they were trying to uncover the full details of the latest crimes that the police suspected him of doing and he had clamed up with every single cop that had tried talking to him and the psychologist couldn't even get him to breath a word.

So she dressed primly in a dark suit with a crisp white shirt. She left her almost but not que black hair loose and sat waiting for him to be brought in. The one thing that would set her part was her dark sun glasses. The guards hadn't wanted her to have her white stick 'just in case'.

Ivy had gotten out of class earlier than expected. Then her phone went off and she got bombarded with questions from the matriarch of a family she was somewhat acquainted with in Gotham. They knew her Uncle and had been kind to her when she was still reeling from his death.

So Halloween. She was expected to go to a party. It would be a Saturday after all and it was going to double as a fundraiser for a promising young lawyer who was running for DA next year. Somehow that meant Ivy had to be there to meet him.

And wear a costume of course.

That had Ivy running over a list of what to wear in her mind. Witches and vampires were just too much for the blind woman. She wasn't going to be able to figure this out easily. As she walked o catch the subway back to the closest area she could get to home she started thinking.

She also frowned as much as she usually did. Why on Earth did she get dragged out so often?

It hit her at the third stop on her ride home. The idea had her smile and she would get the number to the shop once she got home. This idea would be fantastic and silly but it would get the job done. She tugged at her hair and continued to form the plan as the sub got closer to her stop.

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Passing out into sleep after getting out of one situation face first on her bed then waking up hours latter somewhere else was not a part of the plan. Of course there really hadn't been a plan to start either. Ivy had just known she was tired and had gone straight to bed.

So waking up on what felt like some kind of roof bare foot of all things was not her idea of a good time. She didn't have a cane either so she had to feel around. That helped her figure out she was indeed on a roof.

She did find the fire escape after about twenty minutes she guessed of groping around. Then she decided it didn't feel stable enough so she sat down and sighed patting her pockets down. If she just had a PIN she could use it to get down. That was cheating in the fun way since it would cut down on any terror she might feel. Only she lacked anything that would actually help aside from her wallet perhaps.

She gets up after thinking over her options for a moment so she can explore roof top. She swears vividly when her toe catches painfully on part of a ventilation system. God damn it doesn't quite fill her quota today when it comes to annoyed cursing of things. She finds a wide board that seems to go across top another roof. She's starting to wonder if she can be brave enough to crawl over to the other side. It seems to be about a foot of empty space. She tests how stable it is carefully then decides to play it a little risky. She is up and springs across the board. Nothing bad happened and she has a second roof to check out and see if she can actually get down from it.

This will totally work. She has every confidence. After all she isn't totally helpless or hopeless.

Classes had begun again. In Gotham things beginning a new had a chance of turning grizzly. She took that in stride.

Then she discovered she was nearly ready for the bar exam. She nearly split her face in two with how happy she was. She and her adviser were both happy. She was his first impaired student in over a decade. So they had gone to talk with one of the oldest professors in the department. He had been the one to encourage her to come here.

Professor Moriarty was an ironically good man. Well liked by all. His death was a shock to both of them. It wasn't because of his age. They had discovered him hung from a railing in his office that went across the ceiling.

Today she had gone to his funeral. It had been because everyone was going. She did care it was just a shock for her. People who had goals and dreams didn't just kill themselves, getting old wasn't the end of the world.

She was saying her good byes after the service and was going to leave but someone caught her hand.

"Ms Weaver, right?"

Ivy nodded formally. "Yes. May I help you?"

"I'm Eliza Moriarty, Professor Moriarty's granddaughter," the woman introduces herself.

"My condolences Ms Moriarty," Ivy says in a kind tone. "Your grandfather was a very kind man."

Eliza seems to agree with Ivy. Ivy finds herself waiting for the other woman to speak. She wouldn't dare demand someone just get it over with, not even under different circumstances.

"I think my grandfather was murdered," Eliza says finally.

Ivy chokes on her response. She doesn't want to insult the other woman. "And what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm blind! I'm not a detective either, Miss."

"But you know people," Eliza points out desperately. This makes Ivy a little annoyed.

"You haven't gone to the police?" She can feel her anger boiling up.

"I did," the other woman says softly. Ivy groans mentally.

"I'll see what I can do." She pulls out her cell phone. "Your number please."

Ivy gets the number and makes a hasty retreat from the grave yard. This was so annoying.

Vacations could be so relaxing. Ivy was putting things away and enjoying the fact nothing had gone wrong while she was away for two weeks. Everything seemed normal. Of course no one would have noticed a short absence from the city. She told people where she was going and no emergencies had come up. She also loved the fact she felt more well rested than she had in months. Nothing was quite like knowing that nothing could go wrong up in the mountains away from the chaos of the city.

So she finished unpacking and started moving around her home again. She noticed though that there were signs of someone being here recently. Not the house keeper who comes in to help her either. Ivy wondered who wold have dropped in while she was away. The thought didn't last for long as she got herself a glass of water to sip on since it felt too late to drink coffee.

It was the Iceberge Lounge. One of the hot spots for the social elite and people somehow connected to the Mafia. In some ways it was also one of the safest places to hold a meeting. There was one such meeting going on up in one of the management offices over looking the club. Bars from old music could be heard through the door as it opened and a young dark haired woman dressed in formal wear was lead in.

"Thank you for having one of your men meet me, Mr Cobblepot. I do value the courtesy they showed me," Ivy stated showing all the poise in the world. She held herself as if she owned the room.

"Do take a seat, Ms Weaver. I didn't go through all that trouble just for a chat," the short man requests.

Ivy merely nods and takes a seat across from him. "No. You really didn't. I don't like it when my friends are abducted so let's cut to the chase, Mr Cobblepot. What the hell is this about? Your men..."

"Acted how they shouldn't have. I do apologize for how they mishandled you the other night. I hope to make it up to you before we move on to more important matters."