>Art:Jock
>Alt-Text: An abstract portrait of The Joker, a man with red lipstick and a creepy smile. The upper portion of his face is made from many flying bats. His eyes are two red Batshaped logos.

NIGHTWING:
The mutagen is coming from Kobra. A new boss in town was importing ingredients from them and selling off the finished product to replace the guns Dent got rid of.
TURNER:
Was?
NIGHTWING:
Joker got to him. Started a shoot-out and dumped the entire mutagen stockpile on a scientist. Turned them into some creature lost in the city.
TURNER:
And you think this “Killer Croc” is that monster?
NIGHTWING:
I doubt it, but if you help me find my metahuman I can help you find yours.
TURNER:
With a deal like that, I’m assuming you brought something to the table.
NIGHTWING:
Mutagen tracking software, it’s what got me this far.
TURNER:
Something like that could help a lot of people in the right hands...
NIGHTWING:
It is. In mine. Do we have a deal or not?
TURNER:
Meet me in the sewers, we can track down this animal man together. Wouldnt be the first time.

You hang up and switch to text.

ISLEY:
What the hell was that? How did he find the channel?
NIGHTWING:
I don’t know. We’ll have to reprogram the comms when we get back to the cave.
ISLEY:
You’re going into the sewers.With a G-man. With no comms?!
NIGHTWING:
They’re not secure and we need to track down this metahuman before they get away. It could be our only lead on the seeds.
ISLEY:
And Mr. Malone?
NIGHTWING:
He said to focus on my own mission so I am.
With your conversation over, you start dialing into the local police frequencies. If the feds can listen in on you, you can listen in on the cops.

BOONE:
Let’s get this son of a bitch.
TURNER:
I already told Bullock this is a federal operation.
BOONE:
Waving around that fancy badge might work with a drunk like Bullock, but we’re SWAT. Detective Flass was one of my guys.

Sanchez pauses and leans in to whisper.
BOONE:
Let’s just say, it pays not to mess with my guys in Gotham.
TURNER:
Is that so?

You patch back into the comms Turner was listening in on.
NIGHTWING:
Let them come, I have an idea.
TURNER:
Ok, Captain Boone, you got me, suit your crew up. We go in at 0300.

You hear the rustle of a condescending shoulder pat.

BOONE:
That’s a good boy. Keep playing along and you’ll see Gotham has a lot to offer.
TURNER:
I’m sure it does...
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Between the sewer entrance and Captain, you can’t tell which smells more like
TURNER:
Bullshit
NIGHTWING:
Come on, the name’s a classic.
TURNER:
If you get me killed... Captain Boone, Detectives Sanchez, and Greer, this is ... Agent Smith
NIGHTWING:
Glad to meet you.

Under the full-body covering of a borrowed CBI suit, no one can see your face, or make out your voice.

BOONE:
Whatever, let’s get this over with. You’re new here Turner, so I’ll tell you you don’t want to be in Crowne Point after dark.

Turner’s face goes dead.

TURNER:
I’ll keep it in mind. Stay tight and cover each other’s backs. Let's go.