#gotham hunter

WHOA MAMA-

The latest mayoral election is underway. Voting doesn't start until day after tomorrow, but already there have been attempts at some of the candidates' lives. All except for the Joker, but what did anyone expect? Who let this man run for mayor

In other news, the monsters near the Narrows have been getting restless. Some have been going straight for Red Hood, another mayoral candidate. I've been able to keep up, but I'll have to keep a closer eye on things if I want to keep what I'm doing under wraps. Which I do.

My theory is that monsters can somehow sense how 'important' someone is, and they can decide who to eat based on that. Theory needs refinement, but that's what I got. I'd ask Constantine to swap theories, but he seems a little... depressed lately. Probably related to his recent stint in Hell - can't exactly blame the guy. Either way, it doesn't seem like he's going to be much help until he's in a better state of mind.

I'm sitting on top of Wayne Tower as I write this. I can see Grant Park from here, and Little Italy behind it. I can almost smell the lasagna from the Bella Italia, that little diner Sal Maroni opened a few years ago. Say what you will about it being a mob front, they got good pasta. Overpriced maybe, but never overcooked. Maybe I'll visit after tonight's patrol. I've been in a pasta mood lately.

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"Ooh, this one's my favorite." Corbin lifts up their shirt on one side, pointing to a bite mark on their side in the same manner as one might point to a fish they just caught.

The bite mark is one of the oldest scars Corbin has, stark white and puckered. Each individual tooth mark is roughly 2" apart, and the bite as a whole spans from Corbin's hip all the way to just under their ribs.

"'S from a Wendigo," Corbin says with a morbid sense of pride. "That was when I was still in Michigan, when my dad was still alive. He had to shoot the thing off me before it could bite down too hard, but I still felt my guts squish."

// Note: I have the tendency to write a lot when I get going, but don't feel like you have to also write a bunch of paragraphs! Do whatever you have the energy for <3

To say Cleaver was tired would be an understatement. It was barely two in the morning, and the monster hunt of the night was proving to be more of a pain in the ass than they bargained for. The city was chilled, but it was nothing like the recent cold snap that recently plagued it. It would be a warm spring.

Cleaver made their way to their favorite rooftop, one that looked over the glittering lights of Gotham. It reminded them of when they first started this endeavor, when they were just a scared country mouse in a brand new city. How far they'd come.