>>6291239>>6291253>>6291444>>6291766Something about that note. More of a scrap really, with black and grey edges, it sits prominently in the center of the frame. You barely picked up on it until you took a few steps closer. There's an odd voice out of the usual quiet rabbling, but you can only really hear it when you focus. It's almost foreign, but you can still feel the tones of it. Sadness. Regret. The smallest tinge of hope. You lightly touch the golden frame and read what little remains of this note.
"...I'm a man who's been corrupted by his own unbearable pain. I'm a man who has too much blood on his hands to be called good. Your friend taught me we can't only live a life for those we've lost. We have to live a life for those we still have. If I got a second chance, I would hope I'd come to understand that. To live that..."
You taste coppery blood in your mouth. The familiar texture of a trigger on your fingertip. You can even smell the gun smoke. But any image you try to draw from the blackness behind your eyelids is smeared and mirrored. You can make out Gotham's skyline but it's all wrong, too tall, too bright, like something from a bad sci-fi movie. But you still see glimpses of it, like a marionette taking place in a replica of Gotham. You pull your hand away and swallow down a hard lump.
A light whirring makes you jump. Whipping around you see something hovering around chest height. A small drone.
"Your friend is wrapped up." Nightwing's voice rings out, the drone smoothly rotating 180 degrees and gently drifting away.
You follow it back to the computer set-up where Nightwing sits with his feet kicked up and a very dark screen. The eyes of his mask glow a light blue as the drone settles on the arm of a chair and then the glow fades.
"That uh, for surveillance?" You ask, pointing to the sleek black model.
"Surveillance? No way, it's too loud for that. Nah it was a..." He trails off for a moment. "Just a toy. Something to mess with. Your friend should be done if you wanna head in."
"Should be? You said he was wrapped up. I also thought you were listening?"
"Ah yeah... about that."
"He realized you were watching and shut the cameras down?"
"Something like that." Nightwing admits. "But, I knew he would do that. A whole I knew that he'd know that I knew kind of thing."
"I bet, how long?"
"Got to about 'Hello, how are you?' and then I was... disconnected. I know him though, not much of a talker, those two are probably trading thoughtful grunts about now."
You shrug. You have been away a little bit and Question said he'd keep it brief. You make your way to the door and give it a solid knock. A familiar deep voice gives a simple acknowledgment.
"Come in."
