#dentedcrime

There was no doubt a clatter as he arrived, smashing though whatever unfortunate objects happened to be in his way, green smoke polluting the area.

He rolled, screeched, then flipped into a kneeling position, hands up.

It wasn’t the migrational whiplash that had knocked him out this time. It was good old chloroform and a bit of manhandling. Exactly why was a question that had wandered off once the piercing whiteness set in, and his brain was concerned with better things like resurfacing from said blankness and remembering where and who he was.

When where and who sank back in, the worry over what had become of him followed quickly.

The room was still dark and contained where he was, but the steel and static reek of the rotted subways was absent. Much of the rot - but not all - was absent too. But given he’d only needed to know perhaps six square blocks of Gotham last time - about equivalent to Greenwich Village, which was not Manhattan, let alone New York - he hadn’t the foggiest of where exactly he’d ended up. Without knowing how long he’d really been out, given drugs could do all sorts of things these days, his geography was about as good as his nose. And here Gandalf had made Moria look so easy.

He did, however, know there were others in the room watching his progress. Patient but pointed at the same time. A gaze from the dark raised hairs on the back of the human neck like nothing else, and Stephen shifted uncomfortably against the chair he’d been bound to. Silk ropes, less mold, a pretty neat extraction all things considered given he wasn’t beaten or bruised more than the norm... Whoever they were meant business.

What business they had with him was the only remaining question. “If you’re looking for a date, there are easier ways....”

❛        we  are  always  stronger  when  we're  doing  the  right  thing.        ❜

   ❛ sorry, you get to deal with LITTLE OL’ ME. the bat was grouchy && needed a nap. ❜      A CRASH LANDING IN A DARK NIGHT;; where much of gotham’s crime presides. but a CONFIDENT smirk ― UNWAVERED, shines through even the stinkiest of heavy, lingering smog.     ❛ seriously though, why is everything so down && gloomy here all the time?? ❜