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@crowsinthecornfield
@grimprognosis
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Gotham’s night air was cool and biting, wind whipping with the shrieking of a banshee. Standard faire for the city that knows no peace.
A small figure sat perched atop the roof of one of the thousands of apartment buildings sprawling across the city’s streets, surveying the bustling streets like a falcon circling its prey.
That lone figure was the elusive vigilante known to many simply as the Crow Whisperer. Gothamites knew them by no other name, they had not made themself known to the public yet, moving in the shadows like the crows that followed them everywhere.
Theories naturally cropped up, some speculating this shadowy entity to be a cryptdid of sorts, or perhaps the spawn of the Bat himself, but the one thing citizens knew for sure was that the Crow Whisperer wrought justice where authorities failed, those with no voice could whisper their troubles to the wind and the Flock would see to it that their voices would finally be heard.
This night was no different, the Flock circling around Gotham and bringing back scraps of information to that shadowy figure on the rooftop.
The most pertinent scrap was that bodies had started turning up around Gotham, dumped in forgotten alleyways like trash.
The GCPD coroner had labeled the deaths to be heart attacks, which was suspicious when such a ruling had been made for more than 3 connected deaths. It stunk of a coverup.
The real question was what made them feel a coverup was necessary? Was it suspicious activity by one of their own, or something more?
The answer to that came in the form of obtaining the toxicology reports from the coroner’s files. Heart attack had technically been correct, though the underlying toxicological cause had been conveniently left out.
Traces of fear toxin. Those poor people had been literally scared to death.
The formula and dosage stood out most; the formula was different than most strains on file, seemingly messier and unrefined, the dosage was much of the same. Inconsistent and sloppy.
It reeked of a dangerous copycat. This didn’t bode well for anyone.