Post by Gordy-pants :) on Oct 21, 2008 17:15:07 GMT -5
It was a shot in the dark, but Gordon thought the best places to look for Gotham's favourite madman would be the ones least likely to come to mind. Pulling his gaze from the tall, menacing building before him, he pressed a claw to one of the buttons at the door. Bzzzzt sang the bell, followed by a crackling female voice. Arkham Asylum.
This is Lieutenant Gordon. I understand you're due an inspection today.
Well... he extracted his wallet from his shirt pocket, Here's my identification.
Right. Through this way please, Lieutenant - if that's who you really are -
Mind your step, the entrance really is quite slippery today.
Quietly Gordon opened the door, no more than curious at the odd greeting given to him as an 'inspector', after all, why were they so open about the flaws in its hygiene? Argh, and the smell wafting out of that door! But, he supposed it was his fault, under the guise of 'Lieutenant' so as not to be as conspicuous wasn't exactly going to buy him much respect with the staff. Stepping carefully over the
slippery[/i]
floor, so as not to fall, Commissioner Gordon moved to the end of the first, dark hallway. Something tickled the back of his neck, and with the practised ease (though perhaps not the practised calm) of experience, he swiped at it without looking, felt his paw collide with something soft and wet and decided it was best left alone. Without turning his head, he hurried out into the reception where there was, thankfully, a light or two.
And then there was light. Blazing at him from every end of the room.
Temporarily blinded, Gordon squinted at the brightness, suddenly very on his guard. There was something wrong with this place. There had been something wrong before he entered, he realised, he just hadn't been observant enough to notice. He'd thought even the Joker couldn't be this cunning. (could he?) Cursing his stupidity, the dragon repeatedly scanned the blindingly white office room, impatiently waiting for his vision to clear. Warnings crowded his mind. If he is behind this, I'll never make it out of here alive..[/color]
This is Lieutenant Gordon. I understand you're due an inspection today.
Well... he extracted his wallet from his shirt pocket, Here's my identification.
Right. Through this way please, Lieutenant - if that's who you really are -
Mind your step, the entrance really is quite slippery today.
Quietly Gordon opened the door, no more than curious at the odd greeting given to him as an 'inspector', after all, why were they so open about the flaws in its hygiene? Argh, and the smell wafting out of that door! But, he supposed it was his fault, under the guise of 'Lieutenant' so as not to be as conspicuous wasn't exactly going to buy him much respect with the staff. Stepping carefully over the
slippery[/i]
floor, so as not to fall, Commissioner Gordon moved to the end of the first, dark hallway. Something tickled the back of his neck, and with the practised ease (though perhaps not the practised calm) of experience, he swiped at it without looking, felt his paw collide with something soft and wet and decided it was best left alone. Without turning his head, he hurried out into the reception where there was, thankfully, a light or two.
And then there was light. Blazing at him from every end of the room.
Temporarily blinded, Gordon squinted at the brightness, suddenly very on his guard. There was something wrong with this place. There had been something wrong before he entered, he realised, he just hadn't been observant enough to notice. He'd thought even the Joker couldn't be this cunning. (could he?) Cursing his stupidity, the dragon repeatedly scanned the blindingly white office room, impatiently waiting for his vision to clear. Warnings crowded his mind. If he is behind this, I'll never make it out of here alive..[/color]