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Gotham Underground: Back to the Warehouse
The door creaked open inside the warehouse that Riddler was set up in. Even with power returned to the city, the warehouse still creeped Arnold Wesker out.
Mad Hatter’s voice echoed through the building, “Hello hello! Does anyone happen to be home, hehe!”
Arnold was very afraid now. He had thought that it was Empress Penguin returning, not Riddler and friends.
Edward had removed his hat and mask, answering a text from Ivy on his phone before putting it back in his pocket. He noticed that Arnold was alone right away, “Oh, hello Arnold. I haven’t seen you in a bit, only Esmeralda gave me Alex. She said you were busy? Whatever could that mean?”
Arnold stuttered and stumbled over his words. He couldn’t find an answer.
Black Mask pulled his gun, “Where’s Scarface, Wesker...”
“M-Mr. Scarface i-is gone, s-sir...”
Mad Hatter sipped his tea, “Deary me, it seems he lost the tiny man who sat upon his arm!”
“Y-Yes...M-Ms. Copplepot she...she killed him...”
Edward raised an eyebrow to that, and then cooed a bit mockingly, “Oh dear...well, I believe we could always find another Scarface, Arnold...”
Arnold was terrified now.
Gotham Underground: Back to the Warehouse
The door creaked open inside the warehouse that Riddler was set up in. Even with power returned to the city, the warehouse still creeped Arnold Wesker out.
Mad Hatter’s voice echoed through the building, “Hello hello! Does anyone happen to be home, hehe!”
Arnold was very afraid now. He had thought that it was Empress Penguin returning, not Riddler and friends.
Edward had removed his hat and mask, answering a text from Ivy on his phone before putting it back in his pocket. He noticed that Arnold was alone right away, “Oh, hello Arnold. I haven’t seen you in a bit, only Esmeralda gave me Alex. She said you were busy? Whatever could that mean?”
Arnold stuttered and stumbled over his words. He couldn’t find an answer.
Black Mask pulled his gun, “Where’s Scarface, Wesker...”
“M-Mr. Scarface i-is gone, s-sir...”
Mad Hatter sipped his tea, “Deary me, it seems he lost the tiny man who sat upon his arm!”
“Y-Yes...M-Ms. Copplepot she...she killed him...”
Edward raised an eyebrow to that, and then cooed a bit mockingly, “Oh dear...well, I believe we could always find another Scarface, Arnold...”
Arnold was terrified now.