Interrogation at Blackgate

[gcpd-mcu.livejournal.com]

 Captain Maggie Sawyer had been in a foul mood for awhile now. First that lunatic Johnny Sorrow killed nearly everyone working at Blackgate, unleashing it's criminals on the populace. Second that crazy preacher put the whole city under some kind of mind control in the name of some alien god. She'd been about to put a hole through that flaming psycho, Doctor Phosphorus', head when Sorrow reappears and backhands her into unconsciousness. And during that time the GCPD building was destroyed, forcing them to regroup elsewhere. And as if to add insult to injury, this new drug craze took root and now if she was hearing things right another new syndicate was making moves into Gotham. Does it ever fucking stop?

Maggie was currently taking a break, neither the albino nor the metal man were saying anything relevant.

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[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

"Just answer the question, Shrapnel," Nightwing says cheerfully between rounds of the song.

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

"He wanted us to do something about those assholes making the drugs!" Technically not true, but misdirection mixed with truth was often the best. "Either get them to join up with him or put them out of business! Their indiscriminate selling of lethal drugs pissed the boss off! There, you happy?!"

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Nightwing smiles, stops his humming and tosses a salute toward Shrapnel. "Thanks, man. See you soon, huh?"

Between his fingers, as he salutes, is a tiny Bat homing device. Flung casually as Nightwing's hand descends, the device wings its way toward Shrapnel's bicep.

Without looking back, Nightwing walks off whistling "It's a Small World After All."