The Game is Up...

[gcpd_mcu]

The call came in late. Romy's usual partner was off getting breakfast, while half the late shift at the GCPD was deep in one bit of research or another. As usual, at first it seemed like the beat cops were just trying to foist work off on the major crimes unit. 'late at night', 'heard noises', 'saw suspicious vehicles around a theatre', etc

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[gcpd_mcu]

His shadow falls over the car before he comes fully into view, the passenger door opening to admit him, brown paper sack in hand. The smell of coffee and Burger Queen infiltrates with her partner as he takes his seat and hands it over. "Black, no sugar, right?"

[gcpd_mcu]

"You, sir, are a lifesaver." she replies, leaning back against her seat and reaching out for the coffee.
"This is probably nothing, vandalism or something. More of the beat's crap they don't want... but it fits the M.O. of the poisoner." she muses.

[det_montoya]

An extra pair of eyes can be found at the end of the block. Can never be too cautious in Gotham.

[gcpd_mcu]

And, for good measure, one more not too far behind.
"You ready for this one? I think we're all the backup there's going to be."

[jla_villains]

There's some noises from around the building, a figure glances around a corner, then quickly ducks his head back, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

[gcpd_mcu]

"We've been spotted, c'mon." Romy grunts, pushing out of the car, spilling coffee over herself in the process.

"Damnit."

No time. She puts her hand to her gun but doesn't draw, racing around the building towards the back door.

[det_montoya]

It doesn't take a radio call to communicate. A second later, there are more feet pounding the pavement behind Chandler.

[jla_villains]

The back door has a broken lock, and is a little ajar. The sound of racing feet continues inside.

[phear_itself]

The Scarecrow pauses in his torments.

He looks down at his chest... at the spreading crimson pouring across his torso... dripping onto the floor.

His mouth moves for a moment, trying to find something to express. But instead, he spits blood.

And he falls to the floor, unmoving.

[gcpd_mcu]

Romy has yet to notice. She won't for some time. For the moment, she's still staring, eyes wide, pulling the trigger over and over and over.

[gcpd_mcu]

He didn't want to face the Scarecrow... couldn't. He wanted to join the others, but found himself hesitating, fighting with the fears that didn't need gas to bring out, that he knew he couldn't face.

The gunshots shake him out of the brief panic, and he goes running, seeing the scene laid out before him.

"Oh... oh my god."

[det_montoya]

With the number of shots fired wildly, it's perhaps a miracle that none of them went astray. The detective closest to the bloody mass is herself unscathed. She drops her face between her knees and begins to rock in an effort to escape the emptiness.