The next day, I didn't have to supply Bianca with any of the evidence she asked for. The night before was more than what she needed. The night that followed our first interaction, a armed bank robbery took place. Yet luckily, I saved the day. Technically 'The Streak' saved the day. For her it was a big deal. For me it was just...Wednesday night. 

On that Thursday, it was eight fifty two am. I was outside, kneeling over a footprint I left last night. Apparently running through the park last night wasn't the best route. I was shivering. The air was getting colder; Winter still had a strong grip on the city. The smell of coffee infiltrated the air; the smell that always came with the police. There was yellow tape everywhere along the scene. It seemed everyone was completely focused but me.

I flinched when she walked my way. She looked over the footprint, staring at it. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Uh. Hi." she began to smile back.

"Well hot damn." she folded her arms. "Do you think he takes pride in doing our job for us?" I chuckled.

"No. I think he just likes doing what's right. I can imagine he's very exhausted." she nodded. She began to kneel down to my level.

"What makes you think that?"

"...Maybe it's...just what I like to believe." she laughed in response.

"That's cute." I looked away.

"...Did you get those files like I asked?"

"No actually...all the files are gone. I think he stole them."

"How do you know it's a he?"

"I don't."

"Another thing you'd like to believe?" I looked to her again and gave a small smile. I was starting to enjoy her presence. Even if she was quite pushy. But I still knew I couldn't trust her, if she was smart. But I knew she was. I wanted to know her better but in order to do that...I'd have to force her to know me less.

"Do you have any theories on who The Streak is?" I questioned her, my head tilted to the side.

"No...but I do have a plan. I know you're trustworthy, but you can't tell anybody this." as she looked over her shoulder, I raised a eyebrow.

"How would you know how trustworthy I am?" when she looked at me, both of her eyebrows raised.

"Are you not trust worthy?"

"Oh--um--o-of course I am. I don't even have anybody else to tell." I smiled again. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"You're right. He's a boy." I continued to question her when she pulled away.

"How do you know?"

"I've spoken to him before. He has a deep voice."

"Women can have deep voices." she rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to set up a trap for him. I did it a few nights ago, I almost caught him. I think I can get him next time."

"I could help you." she began to grin.

"Are you sure? It's, kind of a hefty job."

"I wouldn't mind. I mean...I need...more friends. It would be nice to not be completely useless all the time." she held out her hand.

"Partners in justice. Once we catch him, we won't have to work on this case anymore. I can go back to Metropolis and you can go back to actually helping innocents again. I'm sure you're tired of this Streak taking all of your work."

"I-It's not that he takes all of our work...it's that we can't focus on any other cases." it was a win-win situation. I could learn more about her and manipulate what she knows about me. I shook her hand.

"Partners in justice." I repeated. She smirked.

"We have a lot of work to do."