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[center]Family Gathering Part One[/center]

Three hours had passed since Zsaz had been handed on a silver platter to the GCPD. While she thought them almost incompetent, she had to admit that men like Renee Montoya and Harvey Bullock, not to mention James Gordon, were all honorable cops doing the best they could with what they had. With Bruce out helping Jason, Gordon had asked her to stay behind. She obliged, hugging the shadows of his office. "You asked me to stay." She said. "So what is it?" 

Gordon sat down at his desk, letting out a sigh. From a large stack of case files, he pulled out one that was by comparison, thin. "I know Batman is out doing something else, but since you're here, I thought I'd give you a case I wanted to hand off to him." She took the file, opening it. The cameras in her mask scanned it, creating an MP3 file for her to peruse. Gordon didn't wait for her to finish reading when he started. "Murder, out in the Bowery." She looked up, her interest piqued. "Name?" "Victim's name is David Calhoun. He worked at Hamilton Hill High School as a basketball coach, volunteered at the Y. His work information and particulars are in the file, along with Bullock's notes." 

Black Bat closed the file and set it back down on Gordon's desk. "So why field it to us?" Gordon leaned back in his chair, and blew out an air of frustration. "No leads. Guy had no enemies, committee on the neighborhood watch, et cetera. Hell, we couldn't even find any forensic evidence. M.E. said the cause of death was a single headshot, but we have no holes in the wall, no shells. I mean, the bullet was still in his skull for chrissake." 

She nodded, halfway out his window. "I'll look into it." Gordon tried to say a word of thanks, but when he looked up, she was already gone. 

From what the MP3 told her, David Calhoun was found in an apartment near the Bowery's waterfront portion. This being the neighborhood it was, ingress wasn't hard. And with the case file, she used the Batcomputer to set up a virtual render of the crime scene. Single GSW, but no exit wound on the body. Bullet itself was....virtually untraceable. a hand went up to the stitched mouth of her cowl. "Oh God." She whispered. 

Behind her, a man walked into the room, a gun in one hand. 

"Hey, Cass. Daddy's home."