AN: There's one trailer…I swear to god, somebody must've sent a group text saying, 'Par-t crime alley lol!' Seriously. Edward gets a free pass, because he's (apparently) with the police, but Selina? Oswald? God-knows-who-else? Okay, who's bringing the booze?
Jasmine Scarthing-Precisely what I said upon seeing the bloody nose. After, of course, making sure it wasn't a warranted assault. Oswald? Really? What could he have done to me? I don't know. I'm sure I could think of something.
There has been a murder in the alley. That's nothing new. There was a murder in their apartment building last week. (Drunk man smashed his boyfriend's head in with a cast-iron skillet. The biohazard team barely left today.)
Nosy bastards that they are, they're glued to the back window, wine glasses in hand, trying to see who it was. What? There's nothing on TV and they didn't get to go to the bookstore yesterday. (Attempted escape at Arkham. She had be…taught a lesson.)
The police have cordoned off the location and thrown a tarp over the body. Damn. And yet they look. Why not? This is Gotham. You can be morbid here without getting weird looks.
Their old college neighbor, Edward Nygma, is down there. Jonathan is grateful he doesn't know they live here. It's bad enough dealing with him if there's a suspicious death at the asylum. (So…every time somebody dies.)
He rather hopes he'll catch pneumonia and die, but that's unlikely. Edward is simply too annoying to die of a mere cold. He'll just have to hope he irritates the wrong person and gets shot. That would be fair.
Standing a little ways outside of the crime scene is another man he knows-Oswald Cobblepot, known not-so-affectionately as the Penguin. He walks like one. It doesn't help that he has a rather beak-y nose. What's he doing down there?
Probably had something to do with it.
Who is it? This is very irritating. How dare they cover the body! People are trying to look, for heaven's sake!
He drains what little liquid is left in his glass and straightens up. They're not going to find out who it was, unfortunately. Damn.
"How dare they protect their privacy."
"I know."
"Can't even get any halfway decent gossip in this town…I ask you. Disgraceful."
"Quite."
He sets the glass down and wonders what happened. He didn't hear anything. The first he knew about it was the police siren. Hopefully it'll be interesting enough to make the news…
"I think that's the end of the entertainment." he says. "More's the pity."
"Mm."
He tugs her back from the glass and pulls the drapes shut.
"I believe we made a bargain earlier today, Miss Richardson." he says. "Did we not?"
"I suppose we did, Doctor Crane."
He takes one last, curious glance at the commotion outside before turning away from the window. There's more interesting things to do now.
THE END