Walter Sparrow was a man living two lives... he was by day Walter Sparrow, recently windowed dog catcher who was the offical man who takes care of dogs in the city, living with his son the Robin "Nightwing" Sparrow.

By the light of the moon however he was the crazy serial killer, Fingerling!

the other life he had was a second life besides these two.
In his second life he was the mysterious Topsy Kretts, author who would write about all the crap he would do at night as Fingerling in a book he was ghost riding called The Number 23-2, a sequel to his previous work, The Number 23.

On April 19 he was out catching dogs, and he said to himself "tonight I will be catching bigger dogs than these, criminals who i'm gonna kill!"

He followed a barky dog into the cemetary with his dog catching net, "where are you leading me, dog!" he screamed

"I am leading you to your destiny" the sly dog answered.

"A TALKING DOG?!" Walter Sparrow said, "I REALLY MUST BE GOING BONKERS! Hey dog, let me ASS you a question" then he turned around and bent over and spread his buttcheeks "WHAT IS THE MEANING BEHIND THE NUMBER 23?!"

"the number 23 can be found in every aspect of the world, my friend" said the dog "but you don't know where to look"

the dog ran to row 23 of the graveyard and pissed on the 23rd grave. Walter Sparrow went and readthe name on the grave... Xierxiei St. Raymond

"I HAVE GIVEN YOU ALL THE TOOLS YOU NEED" said the dog and leapt away

"all the tools I need?" questioned Walter Sparrow? "but I don't understand"

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Later that night, Fingerling put his son to bed, "Good night little Robin, your father is going to do his special crazy serial killer work" he said

then he went to work

he huffed and he puffed by the lamplight

23 was in everything in the world, the dog said
but what significance did the grave have with 23?!

then it came to him: ROMAN NUMBERALS
every name has a numerical value and you get it by taking all the roman numeral values and adding them together
Xierxiei
X 10 i 1 x 10 i 1 i 1 TWENTY THREE

23 St. Raymond street

his next destination

Fingerling put on his Crow makeup and chuggalugged away into the darkness of the death night.

At 23 Raymond Street, Larry Talbot lit a cigarette. his cigarette was like the fires of hellfire burning in the blackness of hell.

he swished his leathern cape and addressed his pirate brood:

"I GOT NEWS FOR YOU TONIGHT" he growled with a doglike bark, "TONIGHT MY DROOGS WE MEET THE LATEST PUPPET OUR BOSSES SET UP"

the tyrannical hoods set up a howl and lit fireworks that blasted apart a one-eyed man's hand who let out a boisterous huzzah!

the fiends hung from the chandaliers and lifted great goblets of steaming hot blood, and the goblets were skulls

Larry Talbot jumped upon a table and did a jig "THAT'S RIGHT!" he growled and gnashed his teeth, "TONIGHT WE GET TO MEET THE NEW BOY IN TOWN" and then he stylishly flung a book on the table, it was The Number 23, "TOPSY KRETTS!!!!!"

the hellish horde ululated and banged the table as he danced to a gipsy tune

"Now I ain't gonna lie to you men, he's a real tough fighter and he's gonna kill some of ya!" the men cheered and took each other arm in arm! they were the most unabashed piratical pirates who ever smuggled a run!

"You may be aware of when he killed our boys down by the wharf last week and stopped the sale of stolen Playstations on EBAY!" the men booed and spat black bile upon the floor, "Well that caught attention of THE BOSS! and he wants to meet this chap! But he needs us to capture him! DOUBLOONS FOR EVERY MAN AND PIECES O' EIGHT!!!"

Larry Talbot raised one leg on a chair and swung one arm to his hip in the posture of a right bravo

inwardly he thought to himself "perhaps now, after so many decades of torment, they will see fit to end my curse... my curse of immortality, and my curse of being cursed!"