Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a few weeks ago...
Judging by reports Gotham was settling down. @BirdOfBanditry in Blackgate, @FedoraFanatic in Arkham. Though rumours had it that there was a poisoning epidemic in select parts of the city. A strange macabre epidemic, the victims frozen -
Some way down the road, a moment after Gilda’s car had driven by, another car pulled out and followed it at a distance, driving out through the suburbs of Gotham, and soon leaving the powder keg far behind.
~fin~
The smoke slowly dissipated, drifting down the sides of the tunnel.
Batman was gone. Of course he was. Two-Face stared down at the silver dollar in the palm of his left hand. Scarred side up. He made a fist and looked back up.
“Until we meet again, old /friend/.”
The knife spun upwards as the Joker fell, head thrown back, an arc of blood (liquid gold) spewing outwards.
He landed on his back in the sludge, staring upwards into the dark.
“Fancy doing that... to an... old friend...”
His eyes closed.
- argument in polite, measured but firm tones.
Rinse and repeat.
All day until the gentle side of twilight, sleep until midnight, creep out of the tenement building and search the city, follow clues, until he found the workplace of @TheFloronicMan.
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New Orleans, Louisiana, today...
The place looked ex-military. Harvey was in no doubt he was probably being watched. This would need to be a quick social visit... Or would it...?
Flipped the coin.
Social.
He rang the doorbell of @TheFloronicMan's abode as he adjusted his hat.
My life closed twice before its close
Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close—
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
#FF@ApolloOfCrime
'if what I was feeling wasn’t love then I am forced to admit that I don’t know what love is, or, more simply, that I loved a bad man.'
Maggie Nelson
Within a jiffy bag a bloodied domino mask arrived for @lamVengeance, care of @BatmanToBatman.
There was a plastic silver dollar within, one side scarred.
A note: "There's more." Handwriting scrawled at times heavily, at times fluidly. "Meet me at the clock tower in Old Gotham."