Nightshift 41: Janitor's Closet

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[From here]

Eureka!

This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a

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[From here.]

Some other patients had been entering the hall right as he got into the room, so Harvey was glad that he had made the effort to rush here. It was difficult for him to know whether or not whoever had broken down the door had taken anything, seeing how the place was a mess, but...

All he needed was something (or maybe more than one thing) that would work as a good enough weapon to deal with Batman and maybe also a monster, if he ever actually had to worry about that.

Using his flashlight, the man started to search around the room, rifling through the piles of random assorted materials. He found a few things that might work, but the brooms and the mops seemed too unwieldy, the plunger was just ridiculous, and the box cutters were small and probably useless when it really came down to it.

Finally, he found one of the metal pipes that Jason had specifically mentioned. It was about two feet long, meaning he would have to get close (but not too close) to hurt something. Not nearly as satisfying or as safe as a gun, but it would have to do.

Even though Harvey doubted he would ever need most of the other things stored here, he still tried to commit some of it to memory in case it came up. With the newly-found, sad excuse for a weapon in hand, Harvey moved back out into the hall.