<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)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/08/ce/e908cecd1ad8c27f7d9ef4c97845fbec.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br/>Fate offered no response to her quip. He was not a man for jokes or anything he deemed to be a waste of his time, which was so painfully precious to him. However he did turn his head a little at Selina when she derided the impeding doom, as she termed it.<br/><br/><strong>"It is not 'Whatever' impending doom, Selina. It is very real. There are forces at work I struggle to comprehend. I can show you, if it is proof you need."</strong>He hoped that would do enough to instill some sense of seriousness, although he wasn't entirely sure that would be possible with this one. Perhaps he could use her around though, someone to lighten the mood and let him focus on the big picture. He looked to the ground at Two Face and back to Selina.<br/><strong><br/>"I doubt I saved you. But regardless this is not about favours. However much you may act or joke, you care. Edward died tonight. His three friends died outside. More died in Metropolis and Gotham. And it's barely started yet. The cogs are turning."</strong>If it came from anyone else he might have sounded insane, or as though he was joking. But the helmet, the voice and the light in his eyes gave a deadly seriousness to his words.<br/><br/><strong>"What did he speak of before I arrived? I believe he was a small part of this machine, and any clue to the next in line is vital."</strong>He continued on fairly abruptly, clearly someone who thought as he talked with a thousand things occupying his mind.<strong>"Plenty of us worked by ourselves a long time. You have skills we can use."</strong>It was clear that this wasn't all business. There was emotion behind the man's words, he cared a lot about everything he was discussing. Throughout the conversation he did nothing about the unconscious villain on the floor, but he did inspect the dagger he'd taken from him.