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A wise man once said: "History is made at night, while Character is what you are in the dark."
Alright, indecencies aside -- Scenario for a drama: two strangers and a dark alley. A city without light.
Why of course they're dead, Nygma. Or soon will be. Every common criminal in this city will be out tonight, dolled up and ready for mayhem, pulling the summer's a posse ad esse for all to see, amateurs at play and no Jack The Ripper to show them how to properly bury their dead. What do you think is going on here? Dramatis personae.
What do you think they're up to?