[Public, Gotham & open to anyone with a comm/journal]
[Gotham's Peace Department falls first. And, let's face it, that doesn't take very long at all. Pheromones and handcuffs, and the little keepers of the peace are all trussed naked at their desks by 10:15 p.m. Their little squad cars are all flat and empty, and the phones ring and ring and no one can answer them.
Why? Good question.
Maybe it has something to do with Gotham Bank, and the fact that three women emptied it out, while leaving more naked cops in their trail? Or maybe it's the trussed up workers at the museum, the ones vowing their love to plants while some precious artifacts are gone, gone? Or maybe it's the three very, very wealthy Gotham families that just lost some very, very old jewels, and who are covered in hyena slobber?
Or, and this is the most likely, maybe it's the zoning office, where the plans for the demolition of one of Gotham's last natural habitats is being planned? After all, the place is going up into the Gotham night like fireworks.
And anyone who turns on the comms? They can hear three very familiar voices. The girls are broadcasting on all channels, and they're just getting started. Oh, and they're helpfully setting themselves to transcribe to the journals. They're sweet that way.]