Jan 01, 2008 17:51
Gotham PD isn't like when she was a undergraduate student from Seattle. The green and rainy city had police so aware that jaywalking was almost unheard of among the locals. Surrounded by mountains and water, it was nothing like the dark, brooding east coast city steeped in history and pain. She fell in love - with the city and her teacher and when he assaulted her, the protectors of this city did nothing. As his degradation and seduction continued, they ignored or laughed at the changes Woodrue ran her through. And now, Chandler have given them permission to shoot those who would allow the city it's natural decay and rebirth all the faster while inside Arkham the Clown still rules and does what the city wishes it could. What it will slowly start to do unless this is stopped.
They need to die. Make room for something good and growing out of all filth.
The male watches the records room merely for his pension. Too seniored and connected to be removed. Too corrupt, lazy, and disgusting to allow on the streets. There is almost a protest as the seductress snakes a hand through his thin hair, snakes another down his pants and causes essence of oleander to seep into his veins through the sensitive skin. He dies with a smile, because it's the least she can offer the late Harvey Dent in her own way.
Chandler's file is a thick one. Surprisingly so. Unlike most in this place, Ms. Chandler actually uses the meager mental health services the Gotham PD offer.
"Interesting..."
What and who she fears won't be hard to find.
one shot,
poison ivy