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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[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel began to grit his teeth. "This is cruel and unusual punishment, kid. Why don't you go after one of the crazies this city can't seem to contain?"

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

"Da da dew dew dew da dee doo, dew doo doo doo doo...deedaleedaledalada ledaladaladalada dee da doobeedoo."

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel began to pound on the wall.

"Knock it off, ya jerk! Hey guard! This guy's harassing me!"

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Nightwing is trying not to look smug as he asks, "You sure you don't want to just, you know, talk to me for a few minutes about what's going on?"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel growled and ran in his head possible information that could be disclosed that wouldn't constitute being vital.

"What, you mean other than the fact a grown man in tights is singing the fucking Hamster Dance?" Shrapnel replied, clearly aggravated.

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

"Catchy tune, isn't it?" Nightwing goes back to humming, eyes sparkling under his mask.

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel growls. "And just why the hell do you want to know!?"

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Nightwing massages his jawline, wincing where he picked up a bruise from the fist of someone he subsequently hauled in for attempted carjacking. "Well, let's see. Call it...I don't know, a healthy curiosity? You're never here for anything particularly healthy to the city, Shrappy. So...why are you here?"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

"Work," he muttered. "I was offered a good-paying job."

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

"Jobs are good. Nice to be paid, huh? So who hired you?"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel decided a half-truth would work here. "Chinese guy, nicely dressed, called himself Mr. Yun." The name was one of Chiller's aliases, but Shrapnel made it sound like the guy was an actual person.

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

A corner of Nightwing's mouth twitches. "And what did this Chinese guy, nicely dressed, calling himself Mr. Yun, want you to do for him?"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

"Stuff," Shrapnel answered snarkily. If the kid wanted to be annoying, he could play that game too.

[aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Hamster Dance, round 2.

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Shrapnel covered his ears and shouted: "Ain't happening, punk! There's a lot more to worry about than a stupid song!" He yells out. "I want my attorney! This costumed jackass is hassling me!"

[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."