<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br/><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br/>There was a scuffle continuing as the new arrivals approached the room, before Eddy stumbled back in. He fell hard into the floor and collapsed, with matted blood in his hair and dust and dirt across it's clothes it was clear he'd been beaten down as he tried to leave. It seemed almost garunteed that the gunshots from outside had hit the three others who were with Eddy. There was a sniveling sound from the floor as Eddy shook and whimpered. It was a pitiful sight, but one that left little time for sadness and more for concern. The three masked men in the room were backing up away from him and the figure standing in the shadow of the doorway, responsible for tossing the injured, crying man to the ground.<br/><br/>His step forward was theatrical to say the least, doing a masterful job of allowing the moonlight to highlight him. From the neck down he was unremarkable, dressed in a tailor-made black suit that couldn't have fitted much better. One arm was outstretched, leveled at the floored Eddy, and gripped a beautifully crafted six-chambered revolver. The other was up, just catching the moonlight, a coin sparkled amid the gloom as he twirled it lightly between his fingers. Further up was where things took a drastic turn. The right half of his face was normal, fairly handsome and well defined. He could have been a businessman or a lawyer, perfectly groomed with neat and tidy hair. But the left side was the visage of a demon, worse than most people's nightmares. His hair was a stark white, standing up in tufts and waves, and the skin it attached to was closer to pure scare material than skin. It was burnt, twisted and tortured showing veins just below the damaged surface. The fibers of muscle were just about visible, it was as if it was a cross section of his own head. The muscle and fat around his eye was stripped away leaving it unblinking, reddened from attempts to blink with crusted and burnt eyelids it stared wildly through the dark. Eddy's fear was explained in an instant, and everything took a far more serious turn.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)</div><br/>Two Face took half a dozen steps, standing over Eddy but looking about at the others. A couple of his henchmen entered the room behind him, carrying heavy shotguns they watched the trio of terrified criminals. And then Two Face looked around and spoke up, addressing the shadows. His voice had a duality as his face did, each sentence beginning firm and strong before becoming more guttural and rasping.<br/><br/>"Relax, everybody." His words rang out, stark against the silence. "I'm just here to play a game. And the best part is, nobody has to try. Unlike everything else in your lives, what's about to happen is a moment of total, pure, fairness." Half of his face was deathly serious, while the more monstrous side was pulled into a smirk that looked like it must cause him agony, although if it did he betrayed none of it. "Eddy, you're up first. On trial for twelve counts of possession with intent to supply illegal drugs, two of holding unlicensed firearms, one assault on an officer and two counts of attempted murder. The case rests, and the jury finds you..." As Two Face trailed off he flipped the coin into the air, letting everyone gaze it it's spiraling, descending sentence while they pondered how an insane criminal had this information. It landed and Two Face looked down at the burnt, blackened side of the coin. There was no fanfare, just a single word and sound. "Guilty." Bang. The shot rang out and Eddy's head practically exploded across the floor, brutal and undignified. Two Face didn't spare any time to mourn the cruelty of what he'd done, instead looking out into the shadows again. "We have three more in masks right here, Cat. Four, if you didn't kill the little impostor. Come on down and try your hand at fate..." At least it explained why he had been looking at the shadows, somehow he knew of the vigilantes presence. Not to mention knowing Eddy, it was becoming increasingly likely Two Face or his men had got to the young gang member and forced him into this.