Christineoftheopera-All in good time.
TheGreatHoudini-I did warn them. When they took me back. They didn't believe me. Now they do.
The Puppeteer Patient 120402-Alcohol and toxin don't mix. The only other thing in that glass was orange juice.
"Boss hasn't come out for a while."
"Maybe he's dead."
They hope so. He was never the nicest guy, but lately he's been more murder-happy than usual. The Riddler dropped by to chat and was chased out the door at gunpoint two minutes later. He's lucky the Scarecrow's a lousy shot.
It's been a few days since they've seen him and they're beginning to seriously wonder if he is dead. But nobody wants to go up there and see.
Morbid curiosity wins out and they finally bully the new guy into going. They escort him most of the way there before hiding around the corner to see what happens.
"I hate you guys so much."
Yeah, well…
"Do it, do it."
He gives them a pleading look but knocks on the door. For one glorious minute there's no answer, but then it swings open and there's a gunshot.
New Guy drops dead, his head gone.
"Clean it up. Knock on this door again and you'll be sorry."
CRAP CRAP HE KNOWS THEY'RE THERE!
They drag the remains away and scrub the wall off as best they can. Sorry, dude. Guess he wasn't dead after all.
The only other sign of him that night is the opening and closing of the back door.
They don't follow him.
THE END