Rooms

[After she manages to get Joey to a Gotham hospital after this. She barely escaped the hospital without getting checked over herself as she's rather covered in his blood.]

[Louis D and (reluctantly) Shane A]

I don't know how much either of you are in contact with Joey, but he's injured his hand. I don't know if he's going to need additional help.


["Gray"]

I've returned. Whatever Abida tells you, I'm fine.


[Blake]
[After she managed to wrangle the name out of Joey on the way to the hospital.]

Joey told me that you're the one he's staying with. There was an accident and he cut himself rather badly, so there's [...] a lot of blood in your kitchen. I would have cleaned it up, but I had to get him some care and I couldn't get back in once we left. I'm sorry. If you need, I can come clean it or pay for it to be cleaned. Please let me know.


[Joey]

I know you don't have to, but it would be good to hear from you again. Even just to tell me how you're doing after the hospital. I'm sorry the visit went the way it did.

[Post-this.]

what, you don't believe there's such a thing as overkill?

[Locked to "Gray" directly following this conversation.]

I have to go out for a bit on Saturday evening.

[PUBLIC AS BATMAN]

You care so much about the precious mobsters who are ruining this city? [A GPS location where a top Falcone family member is hanging from a construction crane.] I broke every bone in his body. If you want him to live, you better save him now.

[All in small, neat script.]

[Locked to "Colombe"]
[As "Gray"]

Are you enjoying yourself?

[Locked to Siren]

Countess. Managing to evade them so far?

[Locked to Bruce W.]

Detective.

[As "Colombe". After this conversation with Harley. Her handwriting is a mess - slow and barely readable.]

house staf very helpfu

[Public AS SIREN]

My king is gone. The bunnies must feel so safe in their beds.

What: Ra's gets taken down.
Where: The sewers, then Ra's swank hotel.
When: Now.
Warnings/Rating: None.

( Bruce was angrier than he’d been in a long, long time. )

[Public]

Well, I think I like this a lot better than being on the Most Wanted list.

[Delivery to Selina K, at her Chinatown apartment]

( Cut for body parts )

[Locked to Siren]

Time to go underground, Countess.

[Locked to Colombe]
[As "Gray."]

Colombe?

[Locked to Bruce W]

I was wondering how long it would take for them to find you, Detective.

If I had known that a few of you were going to spend so much time beating people up, I would have hired you instead. Do everyone a favor though and leave them dead. Leaving them with a permanently injured will only tie up more resources that you don't have.

I hope you enjoyed your trip to City Hall.

ETA: [Locked to Siren]

Are you enjoying yourself, Countess?

[Bruce W]
[She hasn't heard from him in a while, and with everything going on...]

Bruce?


[Public]
[The shelter she's been staying in has been attacked again, and it's no longer fit for anyone to stay there. She and several other women are hiding at the moment.]

[...] Has everyone in Gotham been able to find safe places?


["Gray"]
[Still Anon.]

Last time we spoke, you seemed to know the people we were inhabiting at the mall. Are you [...] in Gotham?

[Public]

Riddle me this, Gotham,
Who's protecting you now?

And before you call your friends, I'd be very careful who you invite over. They might take something back with them.

[Locked to Siren]

Are you hungry, Countess?

Who: Ra's and Bruce Wayne
What: A trap is sprung.
Where: An abandoned building in the Narrows.
When: Nowish, after this
Warnings/Rating: A little drugging.

( And if he could get Damian's body back in the process of taking the madman down once and for all, well, it would be a bonus. )

Who: Ra's and Eddie
What: Eddie goes to investigate something in the Sewers...
Where: Gotham
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: A wee bit of violence. Wee.

( Oh, someone’s been a bad, bad crazed Arkham escapee down here~ )

[Locked to Bruce W]

Detective.

[Posted anonymously, in careful letters.]

Colombe.


[Bruce W]
[She's heard some of the women talking about strange things happening. Nothing specific, but more-than-usual talk about wanting to leave Gotham. She waits another day or two before giving in.]

Is everything alright?

[Gotham Sewers were a paradise for those with wanderlust. Swimming deep, deep lead to ancient cities filled with bodies of those who thought they could buy their way to happiness. Naked and so clean from the baptism she took in chemicals, she needed a new suit that didn't have anything to do with officers and flashing lights and struggle. The time for that was over. Now began an era of fiction, stories and fairy tales until her dying breath. This dead, underground city would teach her its ways. How to see the world in bronze and beauty. She found a dress clinging to a skeleton, so she shook those bones clean and claimed it as her own.

The dress was etched black on her body and her hair was put up in a mess of inky tentacles. She walked towards the sea until she heard the grinding machinery of worker men and she felt hungry. A rusty song from a time long dead played over the radio of one of the boys working the docks and it made her body sway from the sewers below. Under them she spun, black stretching into murky black and she saw the flowers this dress was buried in. She saw the webs connecting everything to nothing.

Slowly, she climbed from the sewer and walked over to the mobster with the radio. Thin, dripping fingers turned the music louder and when he tried to scream, the man seemed momentarily transfixed by the ghostly beauty before him.]

I recognize you from a different life. [She said, voice wet with echo. He was part of the Falcone family, wasn't he? Arrested for small, stupid charges and bailed with big money. The police couldn't get their hands on him, but she could. She was the daughter of the river. She whispered:] Now, you belong to me, little lamb. [Then stuck a large knife into his chest, ripped down and drank the blood that sprang out. The man screamed and alerted the two others guarding cargo. She smiled blood red at them, took the dead man's gun and shot them down.] You made me ruin your yummy meat, turkeys. [Siren told one of the dead men, smiling at his open, glass eyes.] Cut off a wing before it spoils? Such a smart birdie. [She brandished the knife and went to work.]

Who: Ra's
What: Planning
Where: Hotel Rex, Gotham
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: None

( Pawn to E4 )