<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/>Inside the building the two henchmen were blindly scouring the darkness, but could make nothing out. It seemed the vigilante had left the room somehow. Two Face himself was smart enough to assume that she'd clambered up to the rooftop, and was gazing up with one cold calculating eye, and one bloodshot and one. There was a duality to his expressions, as though each side of his face was an entirely separate entity. There was a faint whimpering as the masked men backed up, terrified of what they'd just witness happen to Eddy. Three of them were moving across the room while the other, the rival cat, was still face down unconscious after Catwoman's entrance.<br/><br/>Two-Face approached the trio and almost lazily pointed his gun, tracking it around to settle on the impostor cat. He made no effort to pursue Catwoman's taunting voice, but he did offer a reply.<strong>"Unlike you and all the others, I judge nobody. It's fate's job to judge what happens, I just follow the chance."</strong>He smirked as he replied, twisting his split and torn jawline into a gaunt parody of a smile. Finally he made his way to the collapsed body and leveled the gun once more, wasting no time and flipping the coin. He made a show of looking at the result before aiming the gun elsewhere.<strong>"A lucky one! Apparently some cats do have nine lives."</strong>He spoke out, before turning to one of his men in the room and beckoning him closer. Two-Face murmured, only loud enough for those with very in tune sense to hear.<strong>"Bring that one to him. Tell him he's a 'lucky' one."</strong>The way he muttered it heavily implied that whoever, and wherever, the cat was to be taken was far from lucky and perhaps worse than the brutal gunshot Eddy had received.<br/><br/>Back outside there was a group of eight men loitering around their SUV's. Some had shotguns and others handguns, but all were armed. It seemed their skills as lookouts were debatable at best and very poor at worst, as half of them were paying next to no attention to the commotion in the building. Even in the criminal underworld you got what you paid for and these men looked to be the most basic of grunts, below Two-Face's normal pay grade. They saw the Cat's shadow and half of them leveled their guns at that, rather than looking for the source. Those that spun to look to the rooftop were too slow or too imperceptive to notice where she lurked. A couple of them yelled out vague, inane threats and swore at her, but none of it was useful aside from the fact they were certainly distracted and it could be ascertained they were pretty poor at their jobs.<br/><br/><br/>