Location. Location. Location.
Who: Jackie
What: Acquiring real estate.
Where: An old warehouse on the docks of Gotham City.
When: Night
Interactions: Closed.
Warnings: None
It didn't look like much, and while Jackie had nice things, he wasn't exactly the type who was into interior decorating. Yet even he could see the potential of this recenly condemned warehouse.
"Why was it abandoned, anyway?" he asked, taking in the cavernous space, listening as the soles of his Italian leather shoes clicked like oyster shells against the wooden floor. The echoes lazily travelled upward and bounced off the walls and ceiling giving true volume to the size of the place.
"Teen prostitution ring. It was brought down by The Batman but there was some tragic fall out. A pregnant girl shot the ring leader. She ended up in Arkham and this place is regarded as bad hoo-doo."
Jackie's gaze perused each wall, the ceiling. He took in a deep breath, ingesting the must, the mold, wet wood, a boat horn sounded from the water outside. "I like the energy of this place."
"Y...You do?" The realtor was stunned.
Jackie turned to her. "I do. What's the highest offer?"
"Uh, u-uhm..." She looked down at her clipboard. "W-well this place, like I said, was regarded as uh--" she almost said unsellable. "uh, no mans land, due to it's history. So it's quite inexpensive. There have been no offers."
As she stammered, Jackie walked up to the front window where the real estate sign leaned against the glass. This place was so dismissed the realtor company didn't even bother with the nice shingle.
"Well," He picked up the for sale sign and offered it to her. "I'll take it." He pulled his a pen out of an inside pocket of his blazer and clicked it. "Where do I sign?"
Around them, the shadows seemed to laugh. Jackie could tell that this was the beginning of something beautiful.
What: Acquiring real estate.
Where: An old warehouse on the docks of Gotham City.
When: Night
Interactions: Closed.
Warnings: None
It didn't look like much, and while Jackie had nice things, he wasn't exactly the type who was into interior decorating. Yet even he could see the potential of this recenly condemned warehouse.
"Why was it abandoned, anyway?" he asked, taking in the cavernous space, listening as the soles of his Italian leather shoes clicked like oyster shells against the wooden floor. The echoes lazily travelled upward and bounced off the walls and ceiling giving true volume to the size of the place.
"Teen prostitution ring. It was brought down by The Batman but there was some tragic fall out. A pregnant girl shot the ring leader. She ended up in Arkham and this place is regarded as bad hoo-doo."
Jackie's gaze perused each wall, the ceiling. He took in a deep breath, ingesting the must, the mold, wet wood, a boat horn sounded from the water outside. "I like the energy of this place."
"Y...You do?" The realtor was stunned.
Jackie turned to her. "I do. What's the highest offer?"
"Uh, u-uhm..." She looked down at her clipboard. "W-well this place, like I said, was regarded as uh--" she almost said unsellable. "uh, no mans land, due to it's history. So it's quite inexpensive. There have been no offers."
As she stammered, Jackie walked up to the front window where the real estate sign leaned against the glass. This place was so dismissed the realtor company didn't even bother with the nice shingle.
"Well," He picked up the for sale sign and offered it to her. "I'll take it." He pulled his a pen out of an inside pocket of his blazer and clicked it. "Where do I sign?"
Around them, the shadows seemed to laugh. Jackie could tell that this was the beginning of something beautiful.