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You sigh heavily and pull your own gloves from your duty belt.
"I've already seen the worse of what Gotham's sewer network has to offer so I may as well take the bullet and check the bathroom first."
Grey gives you a mock salute.
"Godspeed, Rookie." He tells you before chuckling to himself and delving into the contents of the check out counter.
You head into the restroom and pull the maglight from your belt, the wide beam illuminating the room with dim light, a quick glance around the space confirms your suspicions. This place is filthy. The grout between tiles is clogged with thick and dark gunk. the base of the toilet stained with a variety of oblong stains, and the toilet seat itself is stained with brown smears you'd rather not think about. You test the sink and a small dribble of slightly off color water dribbles out.
"Water is cut too." You shout.
You shine your light along the walls and see a variety of circus themed pictures and art, some of it on the floor in cracked frames, while the floor is littered in odd scraps of paper and some sort of confetti. You kneel down and pick up a long and thin scrap of paper, turning it over in your hands, something about it makes you furrow your brow.
"Grey, you ever hear of non-colored confetti?"
"White is a color."
You grunt and drop the piece in a tiny baggy anyways. As you rise your head passes the bowl and you see something that makes you shine a light inside; a small crumbled ball of paper sits in the flange almost out of sight. You reach in with two gloved fingers and pluck the ball out of it's hiding spot before doing your best to unravel it, the stiff and yellowed paper resists your attempts to open it up, it must have been wet at some point and now it's almost petrified in this shape. Some careful tugs and the ever reliable method of running it along a smooth edge manages to straighten the paper out. It's about the size of a sheet out of your pocket notebook and the text on it has bled into the surrounding space but you can still barely make out that it's some sort of equation. You pull your own notepad and pen jotting it down before holding your light on it and staring, you screw your mouth up as you try to dig through your brain to see if you know anything about this.
"You are a fucking moron." You hear behind you.
You spin rapidly shining your light.
"What?" You ask.
"What's up?" Grey calls from the counter.
"Did you say something?"
"No? Did you hear me say something?"
You swallow once and shake your head.
"No, but I did find something. Come take a look."
