The dark city

[Anansi]

"At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst."-Aristotle
There was probably no city in the world that knew this better than the dark city. Crime and corruption were the trademarks Gotham was founded upon. Filth matted buildings, dark skies, its entirety one of perpetual night with a full moon obscured behind the clouds offering simple small occasional glimmers but never full exposure. Its streets a twisting labyrinth of injustice and sin. This was the city of Gotham, wherein the most vile and evil resided. The most insane, the most avaricious, the most dangerous. A single beacon of light shines from within but can that light really stand before the force of the darkness or will it fall to the darkness and join it?

Thomas Elliot sat at home one night his eyes trained on a small circle twenty feet away. The circle about the size of a pencil eraser wasn't of particular notice, till a scalpel popped out of it. That was how it may have seemed to an observer. However Tommy as he was called's arm now had a different position. Sighing he shook his head. The scalpel was a few millimeters from where he wanted it. "Precision..I need more." He said slowly as he shook his head. "In any case." He turned and made his way to his study right next to the den. His large mansion sat atop a hill just outside the limits of the city. Shifting a book the case slid to one side and revealed a stair case. He began to reminisce as he went down. The surgeries, the pain, the Joker, his heart, stealing the heart of Selina Kyle, the poverty, the struggle to regain his wealth. Selina Kyle could no longer touch his assets, the Joker had never seen his actual face and through surgery he had repaired it to look as he once did. Dr. Thomas Elliot, the miracle surgeon had been back in Gotham for only a few nights now. But it already grew within him. Standing before a mirror deep below the house in a small room he lifted a bandage to his face and began to wrap.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

It was a cold dark night in Gotham, the kind where all the decent folk tended to stay indoors where it was safe, and only the most stoic of hearts dared ventured outside for fear of running into the city's less savory characters. This was especially true in the narrows where even teh bravest of Gotham's finest dared not go without reinforcements, and yet there was one man who dared walk those forsaken alleyways alone.

He seemed out of place there in his trench coat, vest, tie, collared shirt, and slacks. The neatly shined dress shoes stepped silently on the pavement, as the figure reached up to adjust his fedora with a gloved hand. Who he was was a mystery to any that looked upon him, as where his face should have been was nothing. No eyes, nose or mouth could be seen where his face should have been. in its place was solely what appeared to be skin.

 

[Lyra]

A slender vine pulled the heavy brown coat from Ivy's shoulders as she entered her cove in Central Park. Despite the weather, It was positively balmy inside thanks to the special greenhouse-like effects she had created. The plant woman set about her tasks without hesitation, spreading around compost and gently humming to her babies. A new bloom caught her eye and she eagerly drank in the aroma before returning to her task, now actively singing. Her special babies reacted even more strongly to vocal stimulation than normal plants, and she couldn't help but feel maternal when she sensed their appreciation.

A deep sigh crossed her lips as she realized she would need to leave again to 'acquire' some new supplies for her precious flora. As the vine retrieved her coat and another supplied a matching wide-brimmed hat, she addressed her charges, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." With that, she bundled the coat against her as tightly as she could and headed out into the cold.

 

[Anansi]

A slender vine pulled the heavy brown coat from Ivy's shoulders as she entered her cove in Central Park. Despite the weather, It was positively balmy inside thanks to the special greenhouse-like effects she had created. The plant woman set about her tasks without hesitation, spreading around compost and gently humming to her babies. A new bloom caught her eye and she eagerly drank in the aroma before returning to her task, now actively singing. Her special babies reacted even more strongly to vocal stimulation than normal plants, and she couldn't help but feel maternal when she sensed their appreciation.

A deep sigh crossed her lips as she realized she would need to leave again to 'acquire' some new supplies for her precious flora. As the vine retrieved her coat and another supplied a matching wide-brimmed hat, she addressed her charges, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." With that, she bundled the coat against her as tightly as she could and headed out into the cold.

He stood atop a building watching her. Dr. Pamela Isley, phd in botany and horticulture. Expert in plants of all types, he watched her as she left. He had developed an immunity to her poisons however to approach her in her comfort zone was suicide and he knew as such. His bandaged face swiveled as she walked watching her every movement as she walked through the park then eventually as she left it. He soon leapt down to a fire escape and simply dropped from level to level each time grasping the rail briefly to slow his descent before he landed. Pulling his trench coat tighter about his body and donning a hat that shadowed his face then popping up hos collar he slowly walked after her.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Question walked silently across the bridge that led out out of the narrows, his breath condensing in the cool night air. In his head he was busy running over what Intel he'd collected recently, amid the numerous conspiracy theories, there was one key event that had caught his interest, the return of Dr. Thomas Elliot. A man absent from Gotham for some time, what could have brought him back to the seething slime of corruption that was Gotham was his priority to find out.