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Laughing As A Boy In Blue In Pristine Shoes (Batman/DC Quest)

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[X] Meet with Harvey Dent.

Inb4 Harvey Dent is actually corrupt af, but an attack on his person makes him see the error of his ways and work against crime from that point on.
 
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[X] Head over to the Gotham Police Department.

So, since we're a detective, at some point we'll put together clues. People have tried to kill us, something about a woman in a batsuit, nothing in this city happens without the Bat knowing it, etc. So, it'll become clear that The Bat is trying to kill us/get Yoker to kill himself. Given how these attacks have seemed pretty off the cuff, making it clear that these are hits rather than carefully planned assassinations, Yoker will figure that whatever he did to set The Bat off will probably have happened within the last couple of days. Given how being himself so far hasn't done anything to piss of The Bat, he'll narrow it down to having somehow personally insulted/gotten the attention of The Bat/someone he actually gives a shit about.

So, given the person trying to kill us is The Bat, at some point we're probably going to need to actually kill Francis J. Yoker, if we have any hope of actually beating/catching/killing him. Yeah, we'll need to make our death since the only way i see us catching him off guard, is if he thinks he's already won. We'll get someone to help us do that (the rookies are probably the best bet). Then go dark. No communication, no meetings with people we know, nothing. We become a fucking ghost. Grow a beard, get a haircut, live as a homeless guy off the grid. Then we start investigating the people we met in these few days before it all.
 
[X] Meet with Harvey Dent, then start setting up Deadman's Switches with the help of Oracle.

Hey, you did say Write Ins were allowed...
 
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Meet with Harvey Dent, then start setting up Deadman's Switches with the help of Oracle.
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Write-in are allowed but what are you going to use Deadman switches for? Are you going to try and blow up yourself and Harvey with bombs? Just need a little elaboration.
 
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Dreamland said:
Write-in are allowed but what are you going to use Deadman switches for? Are you going to try and blow up yourself and Harvey with bombs? Just need a little elaboration.
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Sorry for not clarifying. What I meant was, try and collect as much sensitive info on the Bat as possible with the help of Oracle and set it up so that, in the event of your death, Oracle will release the info to as many news outlets around the country as possible, especially ones in Metropolis.

My reasoning is that, Mr. Yoker knows that the Bat is probably responsible for the attempted hit on him due to what he overheard, so by setting up the deadman's switch and letting the Bat know about it, he'll be buying himself a little insurance.

The downside is, of course, that you'd owe Oracle a favor. I think it might be worth it.
 
[X] Meet with Harvey Dent, then start setting up Deadman's Switches with the help of Oracle.

I'm siting here with bated breath and wait for Yoker's in days to come Infamous One Good Day
 
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We haven't figured out it's the Bat yet.
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Pretty sure we have. Here:

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Your thoughts ceased as something crashed into your vehicle, sending the car tumbling through the streets. You groaned and shook your head, the car was turned upside down. You released the seat belt still holding you to the seat and landed with a grunt on your back. "Gordon! Stolz!" You coughed out, but they were out cold.

"You think we got em?"

"Eh, gotta check to make sure. The Bat don't like no loose ends."

The click of a gun alerted you. You quickly crawled out the window and leaned back on the car. You couldn't tell how many there were, and your head was ringing. You pulled out your gun and thought of a way out of this situation.
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It's pretty clear that Mr. Yoker overheard this conversation. I'd say it's not much of a stretch for him to assume that the Bat wants him dead.
 
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    • [X] Meet with Harvey Dent.

    "Detective Yoker!"

    Harvey Dent smiled, he had a good handshake. From your brief observation he had calluses on his fingers. It seemed a bit odd to you, that didn't seem like it would be common for lawyers.

    Harvey leaned back in his chair, he rummaged through a drawer and took out a square box. Opening it, he held out a cigar and waved it in your direction. "It's Cuban detective, want one?"

    You weren't in a very chipper mood, you were honestly a bit stressed. Maybe you were just odd, having someone who wants to kill you for some reason wasn't any reason to panic.

    "No." You shot down, cigars were never your thing.

    Ever so slightly Harvey's smile shortened as he placed the cigar back into the case. A sigh escaped him, probably from the fact that he couldn't butter you up. "Already you're surprising me, detective." His eyes glanced out his window with a relaxed smile. "Huh, I've had to do this for so long. I've forgotten how to talk to people." A quarter spun on his desk, the sound of it rolling on the surface almost sounded like a metronome. "I love this city, detective, from what I've heard my gut tells me you do too."

    You crossed your arms over your chest, this man was wasting your time. "Don't assume things about people you don't know."

    The coin's momentum stopped, it landed on the heads side face up. Harvey Dent grinned with eyes still on you. "That's it, detective! That's just what I've been looking for, what I've been sorely lacking." His finger pointed straight towards you. "Perspective! The perspective of someone who is apart of Gotham, who sees Gotham as it is. Not stuck in politics or business, a real citizen."

    Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Can you get to the point, Dent?"

    Harvey leaned back in his chair. "When I was looking into the police, I wanted someone on the force who could support me. Now, after meeting you I definitely want you to help me. To keep things in perspective for me as the average man and woman of Gotham." You raised an eyebrow at the man's assumptions. What made him think you knew or cared about what people in Gotham wanted?

    Harvey fiddled with the coin, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. "I want to change Gotham, to make this city safer, better. In order to understand how to make a change I need to understand everyone and everything in Gotham. I already have someone helping me build connections, but I also need someone to make sure I don't lose perspective."

    The shine in his eye lead you to believe that he was being serious. That he really believed he could help change the city. You thought he was too ambitous, too optimistic. He would probably become just as corrupt as any other politician in Gotham. Yet something in your own gut was saying he wanted to be different, wanted to really help Gotham.

    Gotham didn't take well to change.

    Harvey Dent with his charmingly optimistic smile held out his hand. "Will you help me out, Detective?"

    Did you decide to help Harvey Dent?

    [ ] Yes, he seemed like a decent man, if a bit too optimistic.

    [ ] No, you didn't do politics and definitely didn't trust lawyers.

    [ ] Write-in.

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    After leaving that foolishly naive lawyer, you decided to go home. You still needed to get one of your spare coats. The snow almost seemed to slow their descent from the sky. An angry orange glow lit up the street, smoke rising to the sky.

    Your apartment building was on fire, that was how you found it when you made your way home. People gathered around the street, too curious about someone else's misfortune. Firefighters finally showed up, forcing people out of the way. Pumps of water trying to quench the fire from spreading.

    All you could do was stare at the rising fire and smoke. It was warm, almost tranquil in it's burning fury.

    Your phone rang, slowly you placed it to your ear. "Detective Yoker." you answered.

    "You're needed detective."

    You rubbed your eyes and sighed. "I'm on my way."

    -

    The school resembled a cathedral more so than a more normal high school. You never really figured out the fascination with the gothic theme Gotham loved. You were called to Wayne High School for the Intellectually Talented, an obviously prestigious school. It made you roll your eyes just how much the Wayne name was all over your city.

    A small frown tilted your cigarette, the rain was turning the leftover snow into slush. It wasn't pleasant to walk in, watching some of the officers accidentally step into a large puddle gave you a bit of a laugh.

    "One male, one female, students, they were ready to graduate this year." The officer explained with a stuffed mouth, his face disinterested, the man was eating a hot dog. The need to shove the bun down his throat and watch him choke grew with every smack of his lips.

    You slightly tuned the officer out of your attention, you were already able to paint a picture. From what you knew, John Douglas was a model student, bright, smart, willing to help others. Jane Donald was said to be a bit quiet, but a nice girl. You weren't sure if they were a couple, but the crime scene screamed a planned suicide.

    You knew better than that. This was set up to appear as if it was a joint suicide. Two distraught love sick kids decided to off themselves. Your instincts were telling you something was off about this whole thing.

    Over near the police cars were the two people who apparently found the victims. Another male and female student.


    The girl had a blanket covering her, probably given to her by one of the ambulance personnel. Her once high ponytail was drenched, her hair clung tightly to her face. Her teeth clamped around her thumb's nail, her eyes were constantly on the move darting towards every sound. Her brown eyes met your own briefly, something desperate and yet empty in her eyes, she quickly glanced away.


    The boy kept his head down, hands clenched over his short blonde hair, foot constantly tapped on the ground, his body seemed to shake, probably from tears. There was a drenched blanket on the ground near him. The front of his clothing was covered in blood, slight smears of crimson kissed the side of his cheek.

    What did you decide to do?

    [ ] Approach the seemingly distraught boy.

    [ ] Approach the seemingly troubled girl.

    What questions did you ask?

    [ ] Write-in. (Optional)
     
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