[News: Gotham]
[The fireworks over Gotham's docks go sky high at dusk, just as a freighter with a very large shipment of Falcone goodies come into port. The goodies? Oh, they're blown to smithereens. The boat too, for good measure. The little blonde with the mallets and pigtails lets every single ship worker walk the plank first, splash and smash and gum-snap giggles, and the kitty cat in black pockets any valuables that can't be sniffed or smoked. And then boom goes the boat and the drugs, red and black smoke, fire and dark in the dusky smog-night. The fireworks? All part of the show. After all, this isn't meant to be incognito. Obviously.]