The Goddamned Batwoman

[jla_extras]

Rupert Thorne hates these stupid interruptions. When one of the Batpeople gets lucky and manages to catch him in a bad spot. It's never anything permanent, never anything he can't slick his way out of by greasing the right palm somewhere in the chain of command. Unfortunately, Gotham City has had a relapse of that unpleasant disease called 'an

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[aknightdarkly]

He's got a good view of the city himself.

The shine of the innocent needs to restore the taint of the wicked.

Someone needs to be reminded of that.

[jla_extras]

His hand hovers over the remote, before deciding he can do without the television for once.

Relax, Thorne. Appreciate what you've earned.

Ignore that sound. It was probably the wind.

[aknightdarkly]

Or not.

There's a presence visible in the window's reflection. Standing right behind the criminal.

[jla_extras]

It makes him jump.

Then it makes him jump to his feet, bounding over the couch with a fist full of hard jewelry swinging right at the bastard's face. Pretty quick for a fat man.