Robin Investigates: Iceberg Lounge VIPs?
Scarecrow's back, huh? Great, psychological warfare, pretty much. Fear toxin itself is bad enough, but the withdrawal from it? Bleh, puking in my mouth just thinking of it. Anyway, we had a man, now it was our job to find him. Sadly, no leads. Penguin's still at Gotham Mercy hopped up on Fear Toxin himself, so no way we're gonna squeeze anything out of him, even if we slap him with an antidote since...well, Bruce already sent one to the doctors there and it didn't work. So now we gotta find Scarecrow AND figure out how to whip up an antidote for whatever stain is going through Penguin right now. Our best bet is paying the Iceberg Lounge a visit since it's really all we got. Steph and I stake it out for a good 2 or so hours and accomplish...nothing.
"....birds can be really smart, Tim! And Penguin can probably get his hands on mind control devices or something."
"He wouldn't make actual penguins waiters, Steph. That's stupid."
"They're pretty much born with Tuxedo on, though! It makes sense!"
"Yeah, because the Health and Safety Administration juuuuust doesn't have enough to worry about this place."
"You're no fun.....hey, look!"
Huh. Our only lead paying off. 3 guys walking out of the Lounge. The place is closed and nobody else is around. They're all holding gascans, too. What's torching the Iceberg Lounge gonna do? And who are these guys? VIPs? They look like some pretty generic goons in body armor, only wearing skull masks. Wow Dr. Crane, helluva imagination you got there.
"No no, guys, you don't get how a bonfire works! You need a firepit for it. Ice doesn't really burn that well. Just kinda makes a wet mess."
"Aw shit, it's the birdboy and his bitch!!"
"....I'ma break his nose. You alright with that?"
"Go right ahead, my dear!"
"Sweet!"
"Hey look, the bitch wants to fight! Check this out, guys!
"Dude, we gotta go, Dr. Crane doesn't want any setbacks! You know what he'll do to us!!"
"Nah, I got this!"
"You sound like you just graduated middle school. Seriously, how old are you?"
"I'm a man, bitch! Why don'tcha just go back to the kitchen, huh?"
"Classy. Say, those masks you're wearing. They armored at all or is just cloth, what's going on here?"
"Oh, um, it's just padded to fit over, y'know? Pretty comfortable!"
"That's nice."
"I know, I reall--"
*CCRCK*
"And there's that promised broken nose...."
"AHHHH!!!! OH GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH!!! AHHHH!!!!"
"So, who's got shards of cartilage dancing all under his face and is crying like the real bitch here? This guuuuy."
If I ever need a reminder of why I love Steph. I'll just think of this moment....
Robin Investigates: Iceberg Lounge VIPs?
Scarecrow's back, huh? Great, psychological warfare, pretty much. Fear toxin itself is bad enough, but the withdrawal from it? Bleh, puking in my mouth just thinking of it. Anyway, we had a man, now it was our job to find him. Sadly, no leads. Penguin's still at Gotham Mercy hopped up on Fear Toxin himself, so no way we're gonna squeeze anything out of him, even if we slap him with an antidote since...well, Bruce already sent one to the doctors there and it didn't work. So now we gotta find Scarecrow AND figure out how to whip up an antidote for whatever stain is going through Penguin right now. Our best bet is paying the Iceberg Lounge a visit since it's really all we got. Steph and I stake it out for a good 2 or so hours and accomplish...nothing.
"....birds can be really smart, Tim! And Penguin can probably get his hands on mind control devices or something."
"He wouldn't make actual penguins waiters, Steph. That's stupid."
"They're pretty much born with Tuxedo on, though! It makes sense!"
"Yeah, because the Health and Safety Administration juuuuust doesn't have enough to worry about this place."
"You're no fun.....hey, look!"
Huh. Our only lead paying off. 3 guys walking out of the Lounge. The place is closed and nobody else is around. They're all holding gascans, too. What's torching the Iceberg Lounge gonna do? And who are these guys? VIPs? They look like some pretty generic goons in body armor, only wearing skull masks. Wow Dr. Crane, helluva imagination you got there.
"No no, guys, you don't get how a bonfire works! You need a firepit for it. Ice doesn't really burn that well. Just kinda makes a wet mess."
"Aw shit, it's the birdboy and his bitch!!"
"....I'ma break his nose. You alright with that?"
"Go right ahead, my dear!"
"Sweet!"
"Hey look, the bitch wants to fight! Check this out, guys!
"Dude, we gotta go, Dr. Crane doesn't want any setbacks! You know what he'll do to us!!"
"Nah, I got this!"
"You sound like you just graduated middle school. Seriously, how old are you?"
"I'm a man, bitch! Why don'tcha just go back to the kitchen, huh?"
"Classy. Say, those masks you're wearing. They armored at all or is just cloth, what's going on here?"
"Oh, um, it's just padded to fit over, y'know? Pretty comfortable!"
"That's nice."
"I know, I reall--"
*CCRCK*
"And there's that promised broken nose...."
"AHHHH!!!! OH GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH!!! AHHHH!!!!"
"So, who's got shards of cartilage dancing all under his face and is crying like the real bitch here? This guuuuy."
If I ever need a reminder of why I love Steph. I'll just think of this moment....