<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://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br/>Two Face showed little reaction to his still useless thugs, pursuing the Cat determinedly with his blade ahead of him. He made a few slashes at her as she fought off the others but failed to quite connect, managing a few close calls. Each time the blade got close the feeling of discomfort seemed to intensify, bringing with it an icy chill. As he slashed it seemed to grow more pronounced, either with the frustration of failed strikes or it's wielders growing impatience one way or another the blade's power was growing. It was certainly not the kind of thing ordinarily in a twisted but fairly simple man like Two Face's possession.<br/><br/><strong>"And how many people do you owe recompense, Cat? How many robberies and assaults have you committed without coming to justice? What power do you answer to?"</strong>He grew clearly angrier as he ranted, his style becoming more haphazard but bringing a certain lack of restraint that posed a great deal of danger.<strong>"I answer to chance, luck, fate!"</strong><br/><br/>And with that last word there was a sound unlike any he or any other had heard. It was most similar to some heavy, tough material being torn asunder. There was an overwhelming smell of acrid burning in the air accompanied by a wave of heat and energy. The dull, darkened room was suddenly illuminated by a near blinding golden glow. In the center of the room between the vigilante and the madman appeared an Ankh. A symbol of an ancient culture it blurred and twisted the air around it before a figure stepped through the light. His golden and black armour was a stark contrast to the moonlight around him, with his hands curled into a symbol and another smaller Ankh between them. The helm on his head's eyes glowed with a white hot light, searing through the darkness. Without motion he stared down Two-Face, hovering a few feet from the ground as his golden cloak billowed in an impossible wind.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/08/ce/e908cecd1ad8c27f7d9ef4c97845fbec.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>"Answer to me."</strong></div><br/>The voice seemed utterly inhuman. It boomed and echoed through the room, accusing Two-Face of a thousand crimes against fate and order in an instant. And with that the glowing icon between his hands flashed, and Two-Face was hurled from his feet by an invisible force. He crashed across the room and slammed hard into the plaster and brickwork of the wall. It was a heavy, brutal impact that left him fallen crumpled into the floor. Fate ignored the vigilante and landed lightly on the floor, raising a hand towards Two-Face again. The dagger he'd been swinging dragged itself from his grip and darted through the air landing in one of Fate's golden gauntlets. Once he held it he turned to Catwoman, his still glowing golden eyes seemed to speak of a higher power. This wasn't like the kind of men in costumes Gotham was used to. After a few seconds the light seemed to calm a little, along with the portal that had transported him steadily closing over and returning the lighting to something a little more ordinary.<br/><br/><strong>"You have information, Selina."</strong>He almost casually revealed that he knew who she was. Something others would work years to uncover and he thought nothing of it.<strong>"You did your part here tonight, whether you knew it or not."</strong>He seemed to be speaking of a greater plan that he'd not deigned to share with others.<strong>"I think it's time you put your talents to a different purpose. What do you know about the Justice League?"</strong>