3432/Extatic Revelations

Extatic Revelations
Date of Scene:	19 December 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Nightwing

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Black Canary has posed:
A homicide in Gotham is almost not noteworthy anymore. A double homicide is scarcely even noticeable. But that doesn't mean it doesn't need to be looked into. Black Canary stands in the shadows atop the World Bail Bonds building across the street from a skeevy nightclub called Extacy in a more questionable district of Gotham. She tilts her head, her brow furrowed, as the clientele seems nearly nonexistent tonight. But oddly...it is still there. She fires off a text and pockets her phone. Either he'll come or he won't, but if her guess is right, this will be something Nightwing will take an interest in.

//On top of the World, overlooking xtc. Wish you were here...//

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing was following a serious of interesting murders in Gotham, that has now lead to an equally interesting trail in a Gentleman's Club in Gotham, and tonight he is posted up on a nearby rooftop as he waits for the right time to break... er 'sneak'.. into the Club known as Extasy.

A message comes across his Mask from Black Canary, *Great Minds think alike* runs through his head, and he flips through several imaging systems to finally see his vigilante friend on the Bail Bonds roof. A quick message is sent back

//West of You. Roof top of Hot Pants. Near the Air Handler.//

Quickly followed by //Roof of Extasy Clear. Moving Now.//

Then he uses his grapple gun to move from one Roof to another, and since she is likely lookg it is easier to see his shadowy form cross the distance. A somersault, roll on the landing, and almost no sound accompanies Nightwing as he waits for Canary to meet him on the designated building.

Black Canary has posed:
A hook and a quick zipline later, Black Canary joins Nightwing on the roof of Extasy. "You weren't supposed to be fifty feet away y'know, eh?" Canary breathes a laugh. "If I'd known you were that close I'd have just used semaphore." She grins at Nightwing as she gives a cursory glance around the roof. "So how is this place even still running if the owner got shot up? I heard rumours it was Quinzel. I wouldn't think the place would be open the next day."

Nightwing has posed:
"I'm pretty good at being places I'm not supposed to be..." Nightwing replies back, his mask cover his eyes so it's hard to tell if he's winking or not, but the grin is evident anyways. "And I'd /love/ to see you do semaphore!" With that there is a chuckle.

"Well, most places around here are run by the gangs or someone close to them. One guy dies, next guy picks up, and the murders never reported." It's the best way to keep the prime 'talent' within the control of the gang. "So, I'm not surprised it's up, but what I've heard so far is pretty crazy."

Nightwing moves over to an emergency escape hatch on the top of the roof, and begins picking the lock as he continues "Yeah, I heard she was in the neighborhood. I'm checking it out because the lack of prints or other genetic material..." Shaking his head, it seems extremely sketchy, "...I mean, ZERO except for the victims. Been a few of these around Gotham, and a lot more happening in New York. Might have to check there next."

Black Canary has posed:
"Well, you don't suppose it's some sort of vigilante, do you? I mean big ticket crime bosses are droppin' like flies, and I haven't been able to locate a common denominator. But this guy...whew. You don't generally see THOSE kinds of gunshot wounds coming from someone that self-righteous. Harley had company. Only thing I've been able to learn so far is he's 'Scary as fuck,' according to the bouncer. He isn't talkin'." Canary takes the opportunity to peer over the front of the building during a lull in activity below.

Nightwing has posed:
The lock finally pops, and Nightwing uses some oil on the hinges even though you can hear the music from up here. Batman would not want him getting sloppy at this point, "Most of what i've found, honestly, has been low life thugs, Crime Bosses, and a weird set of cheap killers for hire." Peeking into the open hatch, before flipping through and gently lowering himself to the floor without a sound.

Once Canary is down with him, he continues in a low whisper, "But they're all dead, like serious dead, some even look like they've been... eaten... So if it is a crazy, like Punisher, then he or she is 'super crazy'."

A walk down the hall, removal of the security mechanism and alarms on the door, and then they are in the Club proper with a few guards near the door to the office at the end. Down below there are plenty of naked, and half-naked women making their cash with a few ballers 'making it rain'.

"Hmm..." Nightwing chuckles lightly, "...guess this is what that 'shake your money maker' is all about.."