Hunted #1- Clues
*Nora. My sunflower. I pray that you can hear me. I made you a promise, the day I put you in cryo-stasis. It was the day that Boyle took you from me, and the day he drowned me in a chemical elixir that left me in a permanent sub-zero state. That day, I promised I wouldn't let anyone hurt us Nora, but I have failed. First they took you, those "guards", then I was shot. The pain the bullet left is fleeting compared to the pain I feel without your soothing presence. I promised you once, and I promise again. I will not be weak. I will find you, protect you and I *will* cure you. But first, my Sunflower, I will find that sniper, and anyone else who tries to stand between us. This promise, my Nora, I will not break*
Freeze- You. Eli Nables. A total of twenty one people purchased guns from The Penguin last week.
Nables- Yeah, so?
Freeze- Only four of those were sniper rifles. Only one is powerful enough to shatter *this* glass. You, Eli, bought that gun.
Nables- Lots of people sell guns in this town. A lot of people buy 'em too. But there aren't a lot who now how to use them. Shattered your dome, huh?
*Idiot. I know what's he's thinking. He thinks he can make his reputation by killing "Mister Freeze." He reaches for the gun, but just as he's got it, his arm shatters and breaks*
Nables- Aargh-! Son of a bitch!
*A second ice blast freezes his lips together, muffling his screams of agony*
Freeze- I am not angered easily. Well done.
====
*They call themselves Mutants but I see them for what they truly are. Zombies. Mindless zombies like all the rest. Only good for one thing, and that's cutting*
Mutant- Ooh, hehe. Little man walk into our territory, little man get shanked.
Leader- Scumwad! Trespassers make Leader billy beserk!
Zsasz- The Mutants. You're one of the few gangs not under Penguin's control. You refused his offer, refused to join his Pact.
*The biggest, their leader stands up. His eyes are crimson. His mouth is lined with rows of sharp teeth. Like.... knives*
Zsasz- Say, I like your scars. Would you like to see mine?
====
*Arkham City continues to surprise me. From the passion of its people, to the opportunities aplenty and to those who act like they've never encountered a ghostly apparition like myself*
Roth- Aaaah! Aaaah! Monster!
Craddock- How uncouth. I just wanted some information. Won't you comply?
Roth- Stay, stay back!
*They're an earnest people. I admire their efforts, even if they should probably realise guns won't work. Oh well*
Craddock- Oh dear, however will I get out of this pickle?
*Should I fly through him? Oh maybe I will*
Roth- Uhnn!
Craddock- Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the Iceberg Incident would you, dear fellow?
====
*It seems like yesterday that I was teaching at Gotham University. Some might say I went too far, I argue to this day that I didn't go far enough. I missed it, teaching, and, had Doctor Long listened, my research could have changed the world. In some ways, it has*
Crane- Now pay attention. Gaze into the victim's dilating pupils. Smell that sweat, soaking out of every pore. Listen to the sounds of those oh so satisfying shrieks of abject terror. Feel your own heart race, the joy of bringing about one's destruction, and lastly, taste the success of driving one to madness!
*There's a flurry of activity as the Sons of Scarecrow scrawl down notes. If only my previous classes shared their passion*
Stevens- Please! Please, I don't know anything about the attack, I-
Crane- Sssshh. I know. But I've a lecture to conduct.
*Music. Music to my ears*
====The GCPD====
If there's one thing that the GCPD has Chicago beat on, it's the number of repeat offenders. Every time they leave, or escape even, I hope that they'll never walk back here in cuffs. Just once would be nice. Things have been quiet in Gotham since the prison opened. A powder keg like that, it's a surprise no one's broken in or out before. That we know of, that is. I'm an old fashioned cop. I don't exactly trust the new task force. It's not the first group that have marched in here, it won't be the last. I put my gum in the bin, and walk into the interrogation room. He nods. Our prisoner lets out a chuckle that takes me back. Arthur Brown. Cluemaster.*
Artie- James Gordon! It's been years! How's the wife and kids?
*I share a look with Him. It takes a lot of self restraint on both our parts not to hit Brown for that. I take out another stick of gum, and place a very heavy binder on the table*
Gordon- Let's get this over with, huh, Artie? What do you know?
Artie- What, about the Iceberg shooting? Nothing. I was with Batman the whole time, wasn't I Bats?
Batman- Hmn.
Gordon- That doesn't mean you couldn't have hired someone to carry it out, now does it?
Artie- Course not. But I didn't.
Gordon- Let's go back to the begining then. What were you doing in Arkham City? We've got enough to have you thrown in here for trespassing, tell us anything and we might be lenient.
Batman- Might.
Artie- And where would you take me? Arkham City? That would defeat the purpose, no?
Gordon- I'm sure Black Mask would like to know who told Batman where his men were holed up.
Artie- Well now... That was Dekker!
Gordon- Do you want to tell *him* that?
Artie- What do you want?
Batman- What does Bane want?
Artie- I'd sooner spend a night with Croc before I talk.
*Again, him and I share a look, and turn away from Brown, who perks up*
Batman- He's a lost cause. We should throw him in Arkham.
Gordon- You sure?
Batman- If he can't help...
Gordon- You're right... One less headache.
Artie- Wait! I can't tell you about Bane, but maybe we can help each other?
Gordon- How so?
Artie- I can help you find your shooter.
*Good cop, bad cop. I told him the old ways still work*
Hunted #1- Clues
*Nora. My sunflower. I pray that you can hear me. I made you a promise, the day I put you in cryo-stasis. It was the day that Boyle took you from me, and the day he drowned me in a chemical elixir that left me in a permanent sub-zero state. That day, I promised I wouldn't let anyone hurt us Nora, but I have failed. First they took you, those "guards", then I was shot. The pain the bullet left is fleeting compared to the pain I feel without your soothing presence. I promised you once, and I promise again. I will not be weak. I will find you, protect you and I *will* cure you. But first, my Sunflower, I will find that sniper, and anyone else who tries to stand between us. This promise, my Nora, I will not break*
Freeze- You. Eli Nables. A total of twenty one people purchased guns from The Penguin last week.
Nables- Yeah, so?
Freeze- Only four of those were sniper rifles. Only one is powerful enough to shatter *this* glass. You, Eli, bought that gun.
Nables- Lots of people sell guns in this town. A lot of people buy 'em too. But there aren't a lot who now how to use them. Shattered your dome, huh?
*Idiot. I know what's he's thinking. He thinks he can make his reputation by killing "Mister Freeze." He reaches for the gun, but just as he's got it, his arm shatters and breaks*
Nables- Aargh-! Son of a bitch!
*A second ice blast freezes his lips together, muffling his screams of agony*
Freeze- I am not angered easily. Well done.
====
*They call themselves Mutants but I see them for what they truly are. Zombies. Mindless zombies like all the rest. Only good for one thing, and that's cutting*
Mutant- Ooh, hehe. Little man walk into our territory, little man get shanked.
Leader- Scumwad! Trespassers make Leader billy beserk!
Zsasz- The Mutants. You're one of the few gangs not under Penguin's control. You refused his offer, refused to join his Pact.
*The biggest, their leader stands up. His eyes are crimson. His mouth is lined with rows of sharp teeth. Like.... knives*
Zsasz- Say, I like your scars. Would you like to see mine?
====
*Arkham City continues to surprise me. From the passion of its people, to the opportunities aplenty and to those who act like they've never encountered a ghostly apparition like myself*
Roth- Aaaah! Aaaah! Monster!
Craddock- How uncouth. I just wanted some information. Won't you comply?
Roth- Stay, stay back!
*They're an earnest people. I admire their efforts, even if they should probably realise guns won't work. Oh well*
Craddock- Oh dear, however will I get out of this pickle?
*Should I fly through him? Oh maybe I will*
Roth- Uhnn!
Craddock- Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the Iceberg Incident would you, dear fellow?
====
*It seems like yesterday that I was teaching at Gotham University. Some might say I went too far, I argue to this day that I didn't go far enough. I missed it, teaching, and, had Doctor Long listened, my research could have changed the world. In some ways, it has*
Crane- Now pay attention. Gaze into the victim's dilating pupils. Smell that sweat, soaking out of every pore. Listen to the sounds of those oh so satisfying shrieks of abject terror. Feel your own heart race, the joy of bringing about one's destruction, and lastly, taste the success of driving one to madness!
*There's a flurry of activity as the Sons of Scarecrow scrawl down notes. If only my previous classes shared their passion*
Stevens- Please! Please, I don't know anything about the attack, I-
Crane- Sssshh. I know. But I've a lecture to conduct.
*Music. Music to my ears*
====The GCPD====
If there's one thing that the GCPD has Chicago beat on, it's the number of repeat offenders. Every time they leave, or escape even, I hope that they'll never walk back here in cuffs. Just once would be nice. Things have been quiet in Gotham since the prison opened. A powder keg like that, it's a surprise no one's broken in or out before. That we know of, that is. I'm an old fashioned cop. I don't exactly trust the new task force. It's not the first group that have marched in here, it won't be the last. I put my gum in the bin, and walk into the interrogation room. He nods. Our prisoner lets out a chuckle that takes me back. Arthur Brown. Cluemaster.*
Artie- James Gordon! It's been years! How's the wife and kids?
*I share a look with Him. It takes a lot of self restraint on both our parts not to hit Brown for that. I take out another stick of gum, and place a very heavy binder on the table*
Gordon- Let's get this over with, huh, Artie? What do you know?
Artie- What, about the Iceberg shooting? Nothing. I was with Batman the whole time, wasn't I Bats?
Batman- Hmn.
Gordon- That doesn't mean you couldn't have hired someone to carry it out, now does it?
Artie- Course not. But I didn't.
Gordon- Let's go back to the begining then. What were you doing in Arkham City? We've got enough to have you thrown in here for trespassing, tell us anything and we might be lenient.
Batman- Might.
Artie- And where would you take me? Arkham City? That would defeat the purpose, no?
Gordon- I'm sure Black Mask would like to know who told Batman where his men were holed up.
Artie- Well now... That was Dekker!
Gordon- Do you want to tell *him* that?
Artie- What do you want?
Batman- What does Bane want?
Artie- I'd sooner spend a night with Croc before I talk.
*Again, him and I share a look, and turn away from Brown, who perks up*
Batman- He's a lost cause. We should throw him in Arkham.
Gordon- You sure?
Batman- If he can't help...
Gordon- You're right... One less headache.
Artie- Wait! I can't tell you about Bane, but maybe we can help each other?
Gordon- How so?
Artie- I can help you find your shooter.
*Good cop, bad cop. I told him the old ways still work*