<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><br/><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)</div><br/>The warehouse was a desolate, dead place. Whatever business had operated here was long gone and no inspectors or surveyors had taken a glance in years. A little moonlight fed through the damaged roof, making its way past rusted iron sheeting and collapsing plasterboard. The floor was littered with garbage from the remnants of the old business to the litter of vagrants, junkies and criminals. There were bottles, cans, plastic bags and wrappers along with a decent amount of cigarettes and needles. It certainly wasn't a floor anyone would want to attempt to cross bare foot, and there were likely cockroaches skittering about in the darkness.<br/><br/>In the center of the room there were two groups of men standing opposed. One contained a contact of Selina's, Eddy. He wasn't the brightest or the kindest but he'd owed her and now tried to feed leads when he could. This deal was alright for his crew, but it'd be better for them if the others weren't on their turf. So he let Selina know when and where and hoped she'd handle the rest. It was an arrangement that'd worked out a couple of times before. Not to mention something felt really off about this crew they were trading with. They'd shown up out the blue and claimed to have a great deal of valuable contraband, something felt very suspicious. The others with him were a pair of big, brawny types who were just there to look tough and then the leader, Jack. Jack was nastier than the others and very determined to get somewhere, but he'd be better heading up this district's drug trade than a lot of the alternatives. One of the bigger man was holding a briefcase full of cash, and they all had pistols at their sides.<br/><br/>Across from them were the other group, who were altogether more unnerving at a glance. They all wore animal masks, although each was defaced to give it a distinctly unnerving appearance. They were somewhat haunting and unnatural, particularly when the moonlight caught them. Jack's gang didn't much know who they were but he almost hoped a vigilante would show up. It'd happened a couple of times before, like a guardian angel was watching over his gang and taking out their roughest potential rivals. The group were hard to assess apart from their animals, which were a rabbit, a pig, a dog and a cat. The dog was at the front and carrying his own brief case, and doing the talking. The rest seemed to skulk a little, watching in silence. Outside the only real noise was the background chatter made by the active industrial buildings, which was consistent but fairly quiet from in here.