Justice is Swift But Vengeance is Sweeter (A Judge Frollo Fanfiction)

A Traitorous Report

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 Nikolas spent the next few days with a small piece of paper and took to writing notes about all the things that would help bring down the Court of Miracles. And the rest of the time he spent with Healia, at least, trying to. She was busy during the day, dancing in the streets or helping the women cook or playing with the children. And yet he found their rare moments alone together enchanting and perfect, silently wishing for them to go on for an eternity. He also found that her sister Esmeralda spent much of her time at her sister's side, helping Healia and playing with the goat. Clopin too was busy, very busy indeed with keeping their haven safe. But Nikolas had a plan. Since Healia was Clopin's adopted daughter she would no doubt know about exits and passageways as well. If he managed to coax it out of her he wouldn't even have to go near Clopin. But on the last day of the week he had to report to Frollo, ugh, report; he felt like a lowly soldier giving a report to his boss. It disgusted him that he'd have to talk to Frollo like he was his boss but he would have to keep it in and not explode over it. Hopefully. So that night he snuck out of his tent; looking around to find almost everyone asleep while a few men laughed and talked around a fire, no doubt drinking. Nikolas knew they'd be too close to the entrance for close comfort so instead he decided to go for the exit Healia showed him on his first day. But what he didn't realize as he slipped past the men and to the exit was a green eyed young woman chasing her goat noticed him rush by alone. And couldn't help but wonder if Nikolas was all he said he was.

Nikolas ran down the streets, thinly covered feet slapping against the stone road loudly as it was the only sound in the quiet Paris night. He wasn't stupid and the Palace of Justice was big enough that he didn't need directions so he managed to find it with ease, knocking at the large door before glancing around, hoping no other gypsy was out right now. The door opened and a servant led him into the parlor where Frollo sat in his master chair, a few maps spread out before him on the marble table. He raised an eyebrow when Nikolas came in, wrinkling his nose.

"Good God man, you look like you were dragged through the mud by a herd of pigs." Nikolas smirked.

"Aw, is that concern I hear?" Frollo sneered.

"Yes, concern for my carpet and furniture, not you. Now what information have you brought to me gypsy?" Nikolas glared at him.

"Do not call me that." Frollo dusted himself off.

"I do apologize; you do just look so much like one of them that I can't tell the difference." The amount of sarcasm lining that comment was heavy enough to break most strong materials but Nikolas merely smiled and sat down on one of the chairs, pleased at how Frollo frowned, probably thinking about how infected the chair was now.

"I know where the Court of Miracles is and another way in." Frollo nodded impatiently.

"Well?" Nikolas looked up at him.

"The graveyard. There is one grave with an angel above it. If you push the top of the tomb aside you will find a stairway that leads you to the Court of Miracles. But it is protected well. Then there is another entrance in a shack that belonged to a married couple. Since everyone is so superstitious about the dead the shack is left alone since it is said to be the tomb for the couple. But there is a tunnel that leads straight to the Court. It isn't guarded very much at all. It really is large, filled with men, women and children all leading their lives together, like a large machine. It's astounding really." Frollo waved a hand.

"It may sound amazing but those vermin do not belong here, they took my perfectly oiled machine and messed it up by putting in another. That is why they must be done away with." Nikolas felt a surge of fear for Healia, for her life. He would be able to live if he watched her burn at the stake or tortured. Frollo noticed Nikolas' tight fists and inquired. "What has gotten you riled now?" Nikolas looked him in the eye.

"I met someone; she's a lot like me and..." He paused, realizing this was a mistake, giving away that he cared about Healia would put her in even more danger, especially with Frollo trying to seek each and every weakness of his. So he went on, knowing leaving it hanging like that would create interest. And that was the last thing he wanted. "And she's the adopted daughter of Clopin. He has two but one seems to have taken a liking to me so I've decided to get my information from her instead so Clopin won't be too suspicious." Frollo stroked his chin.

"A very interesting move, just remember the women are just as corrupted as the men. They are the ones who spawn the wretched devils. They can be even more cunning then the men so keep your mind sharp and do not let sweet words and pretty face gets you off track." Nikolas felt his hackles rise to defend Healia but he calmed himself, looking down at his feet.

"Fine, don't get dragged in or I'll drown." Both of them were quiet before Frollo waved a hand.

"You've completed your report for the night, if you don't want to arouse suspicion I suggest you go back swiftly before anybody notices." Nikolas stood and for good measure gave a mock salute before dragging his dirty hands against the arm of the chair as he walked away, pleased with the irritated growl that left the Judge's throat. Once back in the street he began to run, finding it about midnight, at least that meant very few people would be out at such an unholy hour. However as he slinked down the passageway he was greeted by Esmeralda, hands on her hips. He squeaked in surprise but she stood there before him, silent as ever.

"Now where have you been off to?" She inquired emerald eyes concentrated on his. Nikolas dusted himself off and shrugged.

"Just out for some air, Paris really is pretty at night." He murmured, looking her straight in the eye. Lying was a good skill to have and when it was not Healia he was talking to, he used his calm smooth tone well, showing no fear. Esmeralda nodded slowly before walking away, leaving him to grin in relief, glad she hadn't pressed anymore. However this raised a few warnings, he had to be careful of Esmeralda or she would give him away and tattle to Clopin. Or worse, tell Healia if he was caught. The betrayal would be unbearable to see upon her lovely face. Nikolas had to be clever about his next meeting, one more slip-up and it might just cost him his life.