Now here's something you don't see every day - Prometheus in church ( Read more... )

Even on the quietest of nights, the Iceberg Lounge never falls short of ostentatious. The Penguin lives for his bling, and in stark contrast to the other throbbing, rhythmic nightclubs of Gotham City, his Iceberg Lounge has a rather more subtle, subdued atmosphere. Pandering to the upper class as always, the Iceberg Lounge is a glittering monument ( Read more... )

Though infested with vice and crime, Gotham has never been lacking for a good nightlife, and the 3rd Avenue Nite Club is just one of the dozens of nightclubs and cabarets that litter the streets. One of the oldest, its history goes back at least fifty years, although it has spent the past fifteen years vacant and forbidding. In the three short ( Read more... )

Even vigilantes having an existential crisis need to eat. Helena's had to pull herself together in order to restock her fridge - and her wine supply - and brave the world. Perhaps predictably, she waits until the late evening to leave her apartment; perhaps it's because she will miss the school crowds, or perhaps the broad daylight seems like too ( Read more... )

Experience is usually the best teacher, and Prometheus always considered himself a good student. His very first encounter with the JLA taught him a valuable lesson in knowing his fellow criminals as closely as the capes he hunted, and he's heeded the lesson studiously ever since. Ironically, it's one of those very criminals who has contributed the ( Read more... )

Once more, the abusive lover grips his mistress by the throat ( Read more... )

Dr. Jonathan Crane walks through the door of Nevermore Detective Agency a triumphant man, his face covered with a smug crooked grin. He claps his hands together and looks at his associate, Edward Nygma, and then ushers his companion into the office. "Come, do not be shy. Edward, I would like to introduce Alice Logan. Formerly of the Gotham Gazette ( Read more... )

"Firefly stripped and bound, henchmen exsanguinated as per the prior attack." She lowers the dictaphone, and tuts. Assigned to the damn wacko Batman case is really getting on her nerves. There are so many other things she'd rather be investigating ( Read more... )

Li Feng hates wearing a balaclava. It irritates his skin. But it's under strict orders from the bosses of the Xiao family that his target is not to see his face. He has a calling card, and that is all he has to leave once the restaurant has been trashed. Nobody refuses to pay the Gotham Triads their protection money and gets off with just a pat on ( Read more... )