"It's like fire all over ya."
"Fire?"
"Yeah, but I'm tellin ya - it's a good burn!"

Scarface glared, looking to the two tiny pills Arnold held.

"I don't gelieve ya." He said, looking back up to Columbian, glossy eyes glaring. "Prove it to me." The Columbian grinned, looking to the pills and reached for it. Scarface tutted and Arnold pulled his hand away, looking to the Columbian. "Not so fast Ricky. You'll act it, gut I want proof." Scarface looked to one of the men standing next to him. "Denny."

Denny looked to Scarface and smirked. "Sure thing boss." he said, taking the pills and expertly popped them into his mouth, swallowing. Within moments Denny was grinning ear to ear, looking around. "Yo boss! This is ... whoa ... yeah baby! I'm lovin this stuff! Y-you gotta try it! It's incredible!" Ricky smiled.

"Fever is the best drug out there. Though, your boy might want to get ready for the side effects when that stuff wears off."

"He ain't gonna have any side effects. 'Cept a gullet in the head." Arnold raised his pistol and in a silent pop Denny fell to the floor. "Low life scum. Try'na steal from me? Who's da dummy now, Denny? Ah? Ha ha!" Scarface's eyes swivled back to Ricky who looked to the corpse with amusement. "So, your drug works. Now, let's talk gusiness."

[oo]

And business was discussed. And the very next week the narcotic was being distributed all around Gotham. Gangs, low lifes, drop outs and high schoolers all were coming down with the Fever. It made them feel so good! Their bodies warm, the most excellent high! And at ten dollars for half a dozen pills, the side effects were short and far between.

Parents were worried, the police had no clue how the drug was getting in. They searched all the typical places but Fever was nowhere to be found.

Which is why Batman was there. He was going to find out where the drugs came from, who was behind it and take them down. However, tonight didn't seem like a good night. All the shipments coming in were typical legal goods. Though, one shipment looked off. A little boat from Columbia named Títeres Rey was silently unloading small coffins. Batman scowled, silently moving to look into the warehouse the coffins were being forced open - and tiny dolls were being pulled from the crates. Dressed up in tiny outfits and frills. Seemingly harmless.

But the way the men worked, hushing to each other as they repacked away the dolls. It all seemed so meticulous. Too meticulous. Batman scowled, though without seeing anything ... illegal he couldn't very well do anything but watch as they finished packing and shipped the new packages out in three separate trucks - each labeled Ace Scarf Toys. A lead he'd follow up on in the morning.