Rooms

[Talon, in his black and gold, held one of the local Park Row pimps up by his collar with a knife at his throat.] You were the last person to see her. [The pimp squirmed, shouting and swearing that girls go missing all the time. That he can't report it to the cops. That this was just how Gotham was. The last part brought fury in Talon's regal blue eyes and he slammed the pimp so hard against the brick wall that the impact could almost be heard over the screaming sirens out on the street. It didn't matter how many pimps or dealers or hookers he questioned, they all said the same thing. They shrugged because people from Gotham accepted violence, death, disappearance and hurt to be a part of their normal lives. That alone always got deep under Talon's skin.] If I find out you had anything to do with this, I'm going to slice your face open.

[Talon let the pimp go and shot his grappling hook so he could go roost on the nearby roof to think. The girls who went missing were random and all were gone without a trace. They were working girls, which meant there wasn't a paper trail and no one really cared what happened to them. Damian didn't know where to go next, who he could shake down that could give him any answers and that added to the list of things that pissed him off.

Taking out his tablet, he swiped a digital line through the last name on the list and sighed. Grayson would tell him to work backwards, but this city could have any motive. Anything from some psycho killer to a crime recruitment ring. He didn't have a clue and he was about to give up.]