Dead Drop

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Normally, when Roman wanted to schedule an appointment with someone, he usually carved the date, time, and place of the meeting onto the corpse of a loved one/associate. Unfortunately, he had to be a bit more subtle. With Brucey's weak stomach, he'd probably vomit all over the corpse, pass out, then someone would come in and find one of the models he dated dead and draped across his desk, the cops would get involved, and things would get messy.

Well, messier.

So, this time he had to be just a touch more subtle, which was kind of annoying since he really really wanted to burn part of Gotham to ground after The Batman had barged in unexpectedly and given him a rather sound beating.

Bastard.

At least he had the Albanians to take his rage out on. Over the last month, he had quite emphatically squashed the small group, and taken over their operations in the north east. And lucky for him, he knew a place that was great for rounding up women that he could then sell to the highest bidder. Perhaps he'll shelve those plans to destroy Selina's shelter after all...

But back to Bruce, who was simply left a cellphone on his desk at work. It's previous owner wouldn't be needing it anyway, poor girl. But, later that night, Bruce would get a call on that phone, with a recording telling him where to bring the money that night.

And currently at that location, a rather run down mill in a long since abandoned industrial complex, the Black Mask was waiting.

Don't be late, Bruce.

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[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Selina moves to catch Bruce as he faints. The catch is only so well done and it bears both of them to the ground. In the end, that will be well enough for the ambulance to find them both. She moves his hair from his forehead as best as she can manage as the blood has started to grow tacky, plastering his hair to his face.

"Oh God."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/]

"I'm fine," the billionaire murmurs from the protective cradle of his fiancée's embrace, from which he can't be seen or heard easily. "Nygma...do the right thing."

It's an order, really. Then he exhales, letting go some of that iron will and tension and turns his face toward her hand, lightly kissing the palm before growing still again.

In the background are sirens, distant but distinct.

[bigbadharv.livejournal.com]

In the foreground, fire erupts throughout the warehouse, beginning to engulf it.

The silhouette of a lone figure can be seen emerging from it. Even heading their way.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Selina looks up from where she's got Bruce in her lap at the sound of fire growing larger quickly. Her first thought is to whether they're far enough away or not. Her second is to Harvey, who is approaching.

Swallowing, she tries to think of something to say but all of the words are stuck in her mouth, unvoiced. She gives Eddie a look of uncertainty as she instinctively tightens her grip on Bruce. Please, please, please, please don't try to get up.

[eddie-nygma.livejournal.com]

"And throw in a couple of fire engines. Thanks."

He snaps the phone shut and leaves Bruce to Selina as he walks towards what he presumes to be Harvey Dent.

"You need to go, Harvey. I can't cover for you on this. Half the city will want to give you a damn medal, but I'm not going back to Arkham because you have an impulse control problem."