Inspired by this clip from Death Becomes Her, the musical. The whole musical was fantastic. I can't wait till the whole soundtrack is out. If you can't tell by my previous posts that I am hyperficsating on Batman and Danny Phantom, have I seen either of the source materials? Kinda, but mostly no, wait, where was I going with this....RIGHT.
Basically, a new villain/cult/evildoer has surfaced in Gotham. But wait, they're not actually new. According to what Tim has found, the same people who are committing some of the cold cases are also committing current-day crimes. But how? Some of these cold cases are really old! After some digging, Tim discovered that all of these people have one thing in common: they all went to a very specific store. You can't find this store on Google; apparently, you can only even know its location through a business card. And, well, technically, Tim did find its location through a business card. A business card he stole from the store's newest customer. With a couple of other members of the bat family, Tim sneaks into the store. The store looked normal, just some candles, ghost plushies, salts, incense, and crystals. It all looks normal except for something very curious sitting on the front counter. A glowing green crystal on the counter. It looks like a recreation of a bottle with the way glass encases the crystal. All it takes is pressing down on its metal head for the purple in the back to flutter in a new breeze. Tim and Co. find a long black marble staircase that leads to a basement, no a ballroom. The room is supported by marble pillars scattered around. He can feel the chill of the floor permeate through his boots. A hoard of people in skimpy vine-like body suits surrounds them. There's not enough of them to be an issue in most cases. Regular goons, easy peasy. Highly trained, athletic attackers with home-field advantage, some idea of their weaknesses, and outnumber them greatly, well, that's an issue. To put it simply, they lose and are tied up before another staircase opposite the main exit. A gorgeous woman decked out in a high-low dress mimicking leaves and purple flowers. She looks over all of them before she speaks. She explains how, since the beginning of Gotham, she's been freeing beautiful young people of their imperfections. When they question how, she offers to give them a demonstration. The thorn-clad goons drag Tim to kneel at her feet. She pulls something from her vast, sweeping sleeve. It is just like the crystal at the desk, but instead of a crystal, it is full of a glowing green liquid. Removing the top reveals a long, thin dagger that she plunges through his finger. She places it back in the vial for a bit before forcing Tim to drink it. The vigilantes behind Tim writhe in their bonds, their breath quick in anticipation of what will happen to one of their birds.
Nothing happens for Tim besides a cold, iron-like taste refusing to fade from his mouth until a cold seeps through his body from his heart. The shock of his heart no longer beating steals the breath from his lungs. They don't fight to pull any more air in. The cold seeps into his bones and forces his muscles to relax. He can barely feel the hands that pick his slumped body up from the floor. His vision darkens around the edges as he is laid on a purple chaise lounge. He can't feel the plush underneath his hand. Panic and fear slip through his fingers as his hearing fades. Then the ice turns from comforting to burning as he's ripped away from death's eternal sleep. His muscles spasm, and his back arches; there's no breath in his lungs to formulate words. He shakes with his head pressed against the cold, cold floor. The taste of cold iron mixes with the taste of bile. Amethyst heels click against the floor towards him. A hand her hand lifts his chin gently, blue eyes meet violet. She smiles.
