Oliver Queen
Oliver nodded at Bruce’s last statement. Oliver was still going to hate vigilantes, and Bruce was still going to be pro-vigilante, but if Gotham was going to be rescued from the pure anarchy orchestrated by Bane, Oliver was going to have to put their differences aside and join Bruce.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” Oliver replied to Batman, “but from what I’ve gathered so far through my interactions with the GCPD, you’re in a slightly tricky position. They’ve gathered no hard evidence that you are The Batman, although they’ve found enough to say that you were most probably in the know about Tim’s crimefighting. Actually, the cops are very convinced that you personally financed most of the vigilantism in Gotham, especially the crime-combatting ventures of the Batfamily. The Batcave’s been blown to smithereens so as to wipe out most evidence from the Batcomputer that you were the Batman, although I’m quite sure the police has acquired some shrapnel of different gadgetry in the cave. But they have definitely not found any Batsuits or other things that point to you being a hands-on masked vigilante.”
Oliver shifted a bit uncomfortably. “The new Commissioner has promoted the two cops who found you out. The GCPD is 100% sure that the cave beneath the Manor was the base for the Disciples. They have the pictures of the secret entrance of the pre-destroyed cave to prove it. That means they’re 90% sure that you were involved. Alfred is in police custody for questioning, and they’ll try their best to get anything out of him. And mind you, none of this has been made public yet; the only people who know the details of the investigation on you is me, Harvey Bullock’s folks, and the Mayor’s office. Though I’m quite sure the people down at City Hall already want you arrested for assisting the ‘terrorist organization,’ the Disciples of Batman.”
Oliver grabbed a thick file from his desk and chucked it at Bruce. “All the stuff I just told you is here, just with examples of the concrete evidence they’ve collected. They’re still confused about Tim Drake’s relation to you. They know he was a janitor with living parents until you hired him, and then you became his adoptive dad. And they’re still sifting through company files about him.”
Oliver walked up to the old fashioned telephone on his desk. He spun the dial to enter the number for the mayor. He looked at Bruce.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll call the mayor and see what her perspective is on all this. I’m not sure if they’re ready to move into prosecution yet, or if they still want to investigate to implicate you more. I’ll just call her and ask.”
Oliver held the phone to his hear and waited for the other end to pick up.
“Mayor Adams! I just wanted to have a quick chat about the Wayne investigation. You know, just an update. All of Gotham is waiting for justice for all of the victims of irresponsible vigilantism. Where are you guys with the case? Do you think the police have anything saying Wayne is guilty of crimes?”
