#black windows

Example of a mid-sized mountain style guest carpeted and beige floor bedroom design with beige walls and no fireplace

TW:Mention of dead body, murder, killer, blood typical Gotham violence.

The events of the story take place 1 year before those of the film.

For obvious story reasons, the actions or choices of certain characters will or may be considered as OOC.

sorry for possible mistakes English isn't my native language

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The flashes of the cameras were incessant and the crowd in front of the Oxwell Penthouse was just as curious. The police were having trouble controlling all the excitement, after all who didn't have this morbid curiosity to see this crime scene and especially the victim. Ian Oxwell, a millionaire living in Gotham's upmarket districts, a businessman with close links to the Gothamite mafia, was found murdered with two bullets. One in the throat, the other in the middle of his skull, the macabre tableau discovered by his wife Selia Oxwell.

-So it was his wife who discovered the crime scene? It was Jim Gordon's voice ringing out, his gaze settling on Selia Oxwell in tears, her body trembling, you could almost believe she was having a fit from crying so much.

-Please take her further away to calm down.

Jim seemed exasperated by her colleagues' lack of sensitivity; letting a woman see her husband's corpse for so long was, in a way, very unsympathetic.

Jim's attention turned back to the body, how the killer had got into the room, killed Ian Oxwell and got away without a trace. It was definitely the work of a professional.

Jim was ready to speak to Officer Ramirez, who had been at his side all along, when the heavy, metallic noises were heard. Jim knew that noise by heart; it was the noise that had animated his life as commissioner for almost a year.

His secret collaborator, who showed up for every investigation.

Vengeance had arrived, and the atmosphere became more stifling with each of his appearances. He had a certain aura of fear and confidence when he arrived, in his enormous bat suit, his mask that made his appearance darker and his boots that accentuated his already imposing size.

Jim let his gaze trail over the masked vigilante before clearing his throat and advancing towards him. His other colleagues were much more restrained in the face of the vigilante, and the commissioner couldn't blame them. The idea of not knowing who was in front of them was frightening, but on the other hand, without Vengeance, the GCPD wouldn't have been able to find out so much about the killer.

-The most plausible lead would be a serial killer.

It was even the most logical, as the killer had the same modus operandi for his two previous crimes, so Vengeance was not lost, he was just thinking, putting together the various elements of the crime scene, plus those of the other crime scenes from the previous days. Finally the vigilante answered Jim, after a few seconds that felt like long minutes.

- Meet me at the top of the police station as soon as possible.

Without even waiting for his reply, the masked vigilante left under the heavy gazes of the policemen present. Officer Ramirez, who had returned in the meantime, approached Jim, curious to know more about their exchange. This earned him a simple black look from Commissioner Gordon, who quickly turned his attention back to his work.

On the other side of Gotham, Ghost was striding through the alleyways, the few homeless people or drunks passing by didn't seem to notice the killer, probably another homeless person or one of Gotham's low-class criminals, they thought. Finally, after a few minutes of stealth walking, Ghost found himself in a narrow, dark alleyway, where there was a strong smell of blood, urine and rot. The perfect spot for the worst scum in existence. Ghost paid no attention to the various nauseating smells, having arrived at his destination, in front of the killer was a highly chained garage door. Ghost opened the garage door, shutting it discreetly, and it was lucky that there were no prying souls curious to see what was hiding behind this abandoned garage.

With the mini TV on, the first news item to come on was the murder of Ian Oxwell, his mask now removed. Ghost simply smiled.

It was a rainy night in Gotham, as always, it was so cold and dark what an idea to be out at this hour, moreover in a city like Gotham.

What a stupid idea, but what can I say the damned of Gotham were out, whether it was the little thief from the convenience store to the assassin waiting for you on the corner.

Speaking of the assassin, on a rooftop in front of a fancy building in the city, a penthouse that seemed to be worth millions, even billions. There was a shadow, this shadow was looking out of the window with a smile on his lips whistling quietly.

The scene was adorable, a middle-aged man laughing and kissing a woman, surely his wife. They looked like they were on cloud nine, the scene lasted about ten minutes before the woman left leaving this man alone to lie on his bed draped in luxurious silk.

《-...》

A simple sigh before the shadow moves back from its initial place, a step back, then a second and a third. Before running and jumping from the building, her grappling hook came out and she was now on the roof of the penthouse.

Without further ado, she moved slowly, arriving in front of the open window ,she slipped in easily, There she was now, in the room of the wealthy man,who was not yet asleep

《-Who are you?! What are you doing? 》

He was confused and scared, who was this stranger in his room, he had a gun ready for him ready to shoot if it got out of hand.

The shadow as for her, removes her mask smiling while her other hand pulls out a white gun before the man can even speak she shoots two bullets. In his throat and in his head.

Turning back to the door, the lady from earlier, the possible wife, looked at her, she had seen everything. But her look showed no trace of fear, quite the contrary. Her look was satisfied, a cold grin at the corner of her lips, she thanked the shadow for her grin, which turned into a cold smile.

And the shadow nodded before leaving, the woman and the dead man. Together.

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