>>5893960>>5893925>>5893921>>5893919You let your eyes wander the building, starting from the outer edges inwards. You take in the frayed splintered edges of the roof tiles and the dark shade in the center of some boards where rot spreads.
You shift your eyes downwards to the old sign, it only glows now with the reflection of what little sunlight can break through the clouds, the layers of dirt clearly visible on the dark tubes. The front porch area lies in shambles, old chairs and tables lay in pieces with patches of mold growing on them from the abuse of the elements, maybe some bored teens ventured out of the city and put these rock shaped holes in the windows as well.
Finally you examine your surrounding area starting with the large gravel lot surrounding the bar, it brings an idea to your head and you slowly meander over the gravel testing lightly with your foot and pulling away revealing an indent. You gaze over the area and spot it, a single line from the main road to behind the bar, a single thin tire most likely from some sort of motorcycle. You follow the trail around back and gaze over the rear of the building, a rusty metal door chained shut with equally old chains and padlock keep the back door shut but what really interests you is a pair of old storm cellar doors where the line disappears. You approach slowly and lean down to pull them open only to find they are sealed shut. You check for locks or other blockages but you find none, all you find is that the hinges stand out to you as the only piece of metal on this entrance that shine instead of chip away with rust. Odd.
You head back around the front thinking about what this means, why such an old place would have any sort of improvement to it, your pondering is interrupted by a jolt to your heart as you round the corner and look to the shadowy front door only to see a tall, bulky, figure with piercing white eyes. The same dim glow from the whites of Nightwing's mask, even through the surprise of the moment your brain fires off a question. Could they be collaborating?
"Come inside." He speaks to you, his voice even and deep. He turns and with his face hidden he almost melts into the shadow of the bar interior completely. You check your snub nose and take a breath before walking into the bar after him..
