Bold New World #2

===Butchinsky's===

 

*Eight years I've owned this bar. Sat in a cell for five years to get it- can't say business is booming though. Pretty much all the one percenters go to the Iceberg Lounge. The ones with self respect (and who hate the smell of tuna) go to Zeus' club, Olympus. The junkies go to Dekker. That leaves me with the C-Listers. Idiots, losers, Kite-Men. I pour them cheap spirits and listen to them whine about all the times Robin's beat them up. I guess when you can't afford a shrink, I'm the next best thing. Krill would tell me I should be honoured. I'd tell him I'd spiked his martini. It's tough sometimes, but it's mine. When I lost it, a year or two ago, I didn't know what to do. I didn't just lose a business, I lost my home. If it weren't for Drury I'd still be mopping up crime scenes. Nowadays I've got someone to sweep the floors so I don't have to. Ernest's a good kid. Every once in a while we get a "real" customer. Gar's a regular sure, but this is top tier shit. We once had Riddler hold a pub quiz. Scarface once dribbled beer everywhere- guess Wesker ain't as good as he thinks he is. I even got Dent to sing karaoke. The drugs helped. Fact is I've even got a picture of the Joker on our hall of fame, from when he was stalking our resident Killer Moth. Never been visited by Catwoman before tonight though. Naturally Blake is the first to notice her. He's got a sixth sense in detecting single women. Chuck holds him back, the Tiger Moth incident still fresh in both their minds, and Blake returns to his milk. She sits at the bar, nods, and I pour her the fancy stuff- reserved only for the A-List. I even give her a little umbrella. Chancer is the first to try his luck. He fails miserably of course and returns to his smirking comrades in shame*

 

Len- Rough night, eh?

 

Selina- Something like that. I went looking for Ivy, but she wasn't at her usual safehouse.

 

Len- I heard she broke out.

 

Selina- She did. That's why I went looking. Hoped maybe she'd set me up somewhere. Preferably somewhere without plants, but at the end of the day, you take what you can get.

 

Len- Yeah. I hear you.

 

...

 

Len- Y'know, we don't get a lot of.... your kind here.

 

Selina- Women?

 

Len- That too. I mean A-Listers. Like that special kind of infamous.

 

Selina- Please, I haven't been one of them for a long time.

 

Len- Well you're still one to me.

 

Selina- Heh. Thanks Pencil Head.

 

Chancer- Ahem! If you want a place to live-

 

*She throws him a death glare. He faints. I smile and start mopping the countertop. "Of all the bars in all the world" and all that rubbish*

 

===Arkham Asylum===

 

*I've been sitting in his office for thirty minutes. I have a gun in my hand. No bullets of course, but he won't know that. I can wait. I can wait. No. I can't wait*

 

Julian- I need my medication Professor.

 

Strange- Julian, Julian, Julian. I'm afraid we're shutting up shop. You'll have to find someone else to meet your... needs.

 

Julian- No. You don't understand. I *need* my medication.

 

Strange- I understand. I just don't care. Guards, show Mr Day the front door.

 

Julian- You can't do this! Unhand me! You will rue the day you crossed the Calenda-

 

*I'm thrown down the stairs, hitting every step on the way down. Gotham is changing, always changing- not unlike the seasons. And as it adapts and evolves, I am left in it's dust. Arkham City will be the end of all things. It will have a legacy of death and fire, and I, the Calendar Man, will be forgotten. I can't. Have. That*

 

Julian- Thirty days hath September, April June and November. All the rest have thirty-one, except for February alone.

 

*Happy new year Julian. A new day rises*

Done