Who: The Question and The Huntress Where: Gotham When: June 18th, 2012 - Night What: The Question comes across the last person on earth who wants to see him. Rating: Huntress is involved so probably pretty high.
It was always a dilemma. Vic Sage was known to the public for a great many number of things. He couldn't be seen just anywhere; especially not this side of town and this late at night. It would raise too many questions. And questions were what kept the man going. There was always something left to figure out. Some deeper mystery. Which is where his faceless friend came into play.
The pseudoderm smoothed over his features like the second skin it was meant to be. A quick flick of his belt buckle produced a cloud of yellowish gas that enveloped his body, transforming him on the spot. The light gray suit became brown and his color treated hair turned him into a brunette instantly. Vic Sage was gone and all that remained was The Question.
The neighborhood around him grew seedier as the street lights grew further apart. Glass crunched underfoot as he stepped into the darkness beneath one of the destroyed lamps. Gotham liked to pretend it was the big bag borough that everyone feared but Question was born of some place darker and fiercer. The few gang members he passed didn't bother him and neither did their jeers. After all what could bother him on such a beautiful night? It was the perfect weather for walking through back alleys.
The suit he wore was fashionable and offered him protection from the sharp tips of the fence. The chain links rattled briefly but then fell silent as he deposited himself on the other side. With nary a sound The Question moved deeper into forbidden territory. Voices carried rather well back here and their owners didn't worry about simple things like snooping capes. No one came down here. Until now.
The foot work hadn't been hard given his resources but then again reporters had insiders all across the city. All it took was a little cash or maybe some muscle to get what he needed. Drugs and lots of them. The mafia were getting desperate to move what little they had and it drove them, like frightened cattle into parts of the city they rarely ventured.
The Question found a nice dark patch of wall to observe the proceedings in silence. Looked like tonight was their last night here. How fortuitous.