Miss Logan, I think we have a story.

[scream-and-cry.livejournal.com]

Crane hasn't been back to Nevermore Detective Agency in two weeks now. He's left a few messages for Edward, when he knew he wouldn't be there to take the call, but aside from that he's been busy. At work. Injuring a particularly dangerous little reptile.

"Heeheehahaha." He slaps the newspaper that he's holding in his other hand, and chuckles inside his burlap mask. This is too perfect, and dear sweet precious Miss Alice Logan is quite the writer. Dr Elliot would be awfully unhappy when he reads this rag, and the story on the front about what a hero of Gotham his apparently monstrous father was. It had taken some work, pulling resources to make this tat look believable, but now the good Elliot patriarch was as much of an idol to Gotham as other, more real esteemed figures.

"You've done oh so well, Miss Logan. Oh so well. And now you just need to wait as bait for the big bad gorgon man to pay you a visit. Lord knows you've put your name in this story enough, so he'll know who you are and shouldn't find it difficult to find you. But don't you fret; I'll be there to protect you, and then we'll sort out your cure."