His daughter is ok now. The virus was cured. The Calculator managed to make sure that a dose was delivered directly to Floyd ( Read more... )

Nothing says a good time like sitting back and waiting for the Metropolis P.D. to break up a bank robbery. Guess this kinda thing is a little beneath Superman's notice, unless the robber in question is blowing things up with the power of their mind ( Read more... )

Sooner or later, in this age of instant information available to any Tom, Dick or Harriet that can type on a computer, my kid's gonna find out what I am. What the name Deadshot means, exactly ( Read more... )

Getting an appointment when a guy who won a Pulitzer's a little harder than you'd think ( Read more... )

Metropolis ( Read more... )

Floys stubs out another cigarette, turning over the glossy, slick photographs, letting his wrists twist one way, then the other. He's shirtless, standing in the kitchen of the small apartment he and his daughter have been sharing. The pictures sit on the table in front of him, mocking him ( Read more... )

Found something taped to the window last night.

Taped to the inside, which means whoever left it got into my place without me knowing it.

So, I've dumped all my booze. Every drop in the house. Whoever it is either drugged me, or I drank so much I never moved when they came in.

Times like these, I wish I knew a detective, y'know?I'm gonna need ( Read more... )

Joe Cantonelli was a little chubby guy, used to move ammo and money for Tony Zucco. When Zucco got himself plugged, Joe was left out in the rain. He wasn't ever really high enough on the ladder to get himself noticed by the cops, and in Gotham, it's real easy to make cop attention go away. Unless, if course, that attention comes from Jim Gordon ( Read more... )

Two days ( Read more... )

Well, this ranks right up there with the stupidest things I've ever done ( Read more... )