How Many Miles To Babylon? [Closed]
Who; asecondchoice and feargames
What; After a meeting with Harvey Dent that leaves a sour taste in his mouth, Scarecrow decides to do a little detective work of his own and trail the District Attorney throughout the Underworld.
Where; Back alleys and roads not too far away from the Market.
When; Late night, shortly after this.
Rating; Probably a PG-13 for violence. Nothing extreme, though.
Status; Ongoing.
[it had been an hour since Jonathan Crane had spoken to Harvey Dent on the Network - one hour following his and the alleged (and yes, he was perfectly satisfied with using that adjective to describe his newfound curiosity, not knowing just what in blue blazes had happened to Dent to turn him into the cold, taciturn man whose apparent knowledge of Crane came as quite the unexpected surprise) District Attorney's conversation which ended with the latter disconnecting their feed. rather rude of him, too. just what gave him the right to demand answers and expect to give none in return? it was expected of GCPD's golden boy to have developed an arrogant chip on his shoulder, but this was too strange to ignore.
strange circumstances led to equally odd solutions. comparatively, it only took the Scarecrow a grand total of twelve minutes to gear up - six minutes to dress and six minutes to find the handgun he'd brought with him from home. oh...and of course his canister of toxin. didn't want to come unprepared. Dent wouldn't be.
once he was ready, it was time to move. and how fortunate he had the cover of night on his side as he stole into the darkness, a shadowy, slinking blur that ran along side-streets and, in time, rooftops as he surveyed the city streets for one particular person.
as expected, it didn't take very long.]
What; After a meeting with Harvey Dent that leaves a sour taste in his mouth, Scarecrow decides to do a little detective work of his own and trail the District Attorney throughout the Underworld.
Where; Back alleys and roads not too far away from the Market.
When; Late night, shortly after this.
Rating; Probably a PG-13 for violence. Nothing extreme, though.
Status; Ongoing.
[it had been an hour since Jonathan Crane had spoken to Harvey Dent on the Network - one hour following his and the alleged (and yes, he was perfectly satisfied with using that adjective to describe his newfound curiosity, not knowing just what in blue blazes had happened to Dent to turn him into the cold, taciturn man whose apparent knowledge of Crane came as quite the unexpected surprise) District Attorney's conversation which ended with the latter disconnecting their feed. rather rude of him, too. just what gave him the right to demand answers and expect to give none in return? it was expected of GCPD's golden boy to have developed an arrogant chip on his shoulder, but this was too strange to ignore.
strange circumstances led to equally odd solutions. comparatively, it only took the Scarecrow a grand total of twelve minutes to gear up - six minutes to dress and six minutes to find the handgun he'd brought with him from home. oh...and of course his canister of toxin. didn't want to come unprepared. Dent wouldn't be.
once he was ready, it was time to move. and how fortunate he had the cover of night on his side as he stole into the darkness, a shadowy, slinking blur that ran along side-streets and, in time, rooftops as he surveyed the city streets for one particular person.
as expected, it didn't take very long.]