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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[cool-customer.livejournal.com]

Icicle's typically one to keep his head, but Batman's hitting some angry nerves.

"Fuck you. The Injustice League would paste these guys. Even if they didn't have to go through Sorrow and Zard first, Tigress would hunt these glorified money changers down and feed them their livers. Their second rate rent-a-psychic would be dog food before she came anywhere close to spotting her.

Besides, if you really did know where she was, you'd be bringing her in whether I helped you or not."

[gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com]

"You're half-right, Cameron. She's going to be brought in, whether you talk or not. If I'm too busy following leads on this case, then I'll hand it off to the Flash or Green Lantern. They're a lot nicer than I am, and your syndicate friends won't assume that they talked to her about you."

He pulls some photographs out of a pocket in the cape, tossing them on Cameron's lap.

"New speeding cameras in Midway City. I guess Calculator hasn't spread the word, yet. Nice likeness."

[cool-customer.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you got her good side." Icicle sneers at the pictures. The clench at his jaw is noticeable, as is the dilation of his pupils.

"Nice try. Tigress is tough, and she'd be pissed if I wussed out on her account. Nobody's gonna rat on these new players Batman. They've got the system wired. Cops, politicos, even some of the jail screws here. They're already in the pocket. I just have to keep my mouth shut, and me and mine are taken care of. You're fighting a really big wallet Batman."

[gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com]

Batman just .. smiles.

"Money, we can handle. Haven't you heard what happened to Lex Luthor? I doubt your new friends have deeper pockets than he had."

[cool-customer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I know all about Superman's jilted fanboy. He might be loaded, but a hundered pockets can add up, is all I'm sayin."

[gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com]

"They certainly do. Of course, with you talking to me, all those bribed 'screws' might try to hurt you."

He turns, as if to leave.

"I'll have you transferred to Arkham, as a precaution - you may want to be careful on the mandatory psychological evaluation, though. I'm told that everyone who goes in gets flagged as dangerously unstable, subjected to whatever treatment is in vogue that week."

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Batman just got mean.


Robin supresses a smile.

[cool-customer.livejournal.com]

Graphic images of antiquated electroshock therapies and dodgy pharmacology with Cameron strapped to a rusty table in a dark musty basement in Arkham dance in Icicle's mind.

...

"W..wait. WAIT!!!'" he calls after the Dark Knight as the cowled vigilante and his sidekick leave. The bravado in his voice has been replaced by panicked alarm.

[gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com]

Batman pauses at the doorway, and turns to look over his shoulder at Cameron.

"Make it quick."

[cool-customer.livejournal.com]

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He didn't want to be the latest lab rat for whatever sketchy psycho that was running Arkham this week... damint...

"The old shutdown bakery, in the East End. The one with the warehouse next to it...that's where they had us meet. The had tryouts and broke us up into three groups. Tech types, enforcers and organizers. Said there would be no communication with the other teams after being placed."

He licks his lips.

"Faced down Captain Nazi to become a lietenant there. Some chick named Minddancer put the psychic arm lock on his head to keep him tame afterwards. A guy anmed 'Chiller' recruited me out of Chicago. They're looking to taken over the underworld and are trying to do it smart. Buy the cops, find our who supports you and undermine whatever arrangements you have. We were supposed to lean on the new drug ring and get them to join up or disband."

He thinks hard.

"Look, that's all I know. Just don't put me in Arkham man!!"

[gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com]

"If your information pans out, then I think you've made the rational choice. If you've lied to me - then you must be crazy enough to belong in Arkham."

He turns again.

"But you can stay here for now. Watch your back, Cameron."

Then he's out.