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Ed The Dungeon Master

@misskringle

It was the end of the night, certain offices closing and the night-shift about to take over when Ed gave a polite knock at the annex door before slipping in, lips pursed. “Miss Kringle? I figured since we’re no longer on the clock it’s probably more appropriate a time to ah... I mean... if you wanted to er... maybe catch some coffee and go over your character sheet?”

At least that sounded more generally pleasant than doing it on a table that also contained a heap of severed appendages.

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@jamesgordonofgotham

The scene of the crime was grizzly, a complicated tableau of the violent tragedy of Gotham’s streets. Before anyone had even noticed his presence, an enthusiastic voice spoke up from behind the detective, “What has four fingers and a thumb but isn’t alive?”  Ed was already on the scene, crouched beside a dead body with a bright smile.

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@alicethxrn wrote: (Continued from here) 

Looking at the pot of coffee, the brunette couldn`t help but give a small smirk. She had figured it out. Well, well, there was a first for everything. Even solving riddles without consulting anything or anyone for the answer. But she hid her smirk just as quickly as she had formed it, remembering that she had, in fact, opted to pretend she hadn`t known the answer.

Alice sighed slightly. She hadn`t exactly been discreet about snooping, had she? But then again, when was Alice ever discreet? Discretion didn`t seem to be a part of her vocabulary. Anyhow, she was disappointed in herself. That`s why she was still lurking. She hadn`t managed to even get a quote.

“Oh, Essen did ask me to leave the premises. My answer just so happens to be not right now, Cap`n, maybe later. But she needn`t lose any sleep, any intel I gather won`t be released until further down the line. We just want the Globe to be the first to release it.”

“Isn’t there an etiquette for press questions?” Despite Ed’s clear wariness, he had to admire the woman’s gumption.  Dancing around the rules was something he certainly could relate to, especially when one was that passionate about their work. 

He glanced over his shoulder, but as usual, it seemed everyone bustling to and from the bull-pen were happy to ignore him. And those in his company, it would seem. “Well. I mean. It’s not my place to say anything, and I could get in a lot of trouble for doing so, but...” Another glance, a strangely unreadable expression on his face, masked in a small smirk as he murmured, “The more you take of me, the more you leave behind, what am I?” and he suddenly turned, walking quickly down the steps toward the forensic lab.

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Jim's gone for lunch with Bullock, but oh would you look at that? There's a stack of files on his desk, nothing new, in fact all of them are cold cases. Interesting.

Ed tilted his head with piqued interest, recognizing a few of those labels immediately. It had been a while since he’d looked over them, himself, but Jim’s pen was out, clearly left down beside them, indicating perhaps he had made some new notes... He glanced across the bull pen, but it seemed everyone was either engulfed in their own work, or off on their own lunch breaks, leaving the Detective’s area off of immediate radar. 

He set the report he had been intending to deliver down, curiously peeking through the pages to spot any post-it-notes, highlights or scribbles in margins. If anyone could spot something he hadn’t, it would be Jim Gordon. 

There were, in fact, several good notes and points and questions presented to be cross-referenced, he supposed when the Detective found time between his other cases. Ed was torn between admiring the man’s tenacity, and wondering why he felt these where worth it? Quite possibly, Gordon felt that same thrill for the chase to answers that Ed felt, solving the seemingly unsolvable being it’s own reward.  As he finished making his own little laundry list of notes, he smiled to himself as he headed to the Annex. 

Unfortunately, Miss Kringle also seemed to be on her lunch break.  This would have been a very impressive reason to instigating conversation. Ah well. He debated waiting, but who knew when Jim would return from lunch, and found what he was looking for quick enough, including a few more similar instances to the cases that could prove useful, left a note signing them out in Jim’s name on Miss Kringle’s desk, before scurrying back to tuck the additional data files under his first, with a post-it note bearing a single “?” to mark them apart. 

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@simplyandsanely Liked the thing for a thing

“Oh goodness, uh... hello?” The man in the long tweed coat tentatively pressed the buzzer on the door again before glancing at his notes to quadruple check he was in the right place. He was, technically, off-duty, but questions needed to be answered, and he never saw the harm in a little extra credit, so to speak.  

It had been an interesting breadcrumb trail that had lead him to this strange door in the woods that gave him the faint impression he was possibly going to get himself murdered.  A mysterious break-in at a Wayne building that had stumped the majority of the detectives on the case, but in his own investigations he kept feeling like he was missing something. Some... secret, perhaps, that everyone had overlooked. 

Which, in turn, had lead to various stepping stones until he was looking up blueprints, and eventually had lead him to a name for the actual architect. Was this still valid to the case? Possibly not, but the sheer lack of information about this mysterious designer had piqued far too much curiosity to ignore.  He should have called ahead perhaps, and he supposed he should have told Detective Gordon, this was usually their jurisdiction, but... well, it wasn’t like there were any signs saying no solicitation. 

Maybe he just wanted more adventure in his life.

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@mister-bloom liked a thing for a thing

This was a bad idea, this was possibly illegal, or could get him in a lot of trouble if caught, but in the grand scheme of things that was really the least of his worries, wasn’t it? But he had to know. What was a little unpaid overtime to investigate the crime scene further? An open-and-shut case they’d dismissed it as, ignoring his insistence there was something strange about the whole thing. 

It was late when he slipped under the police-tape, notebook and flashlight at the ready, donning his CSI jacket just in case he did run into any trouble, or patrolling officers. 

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Send 🎤 to overhear my muse singing

It was in an evening shift, when most of the daytime staff had long swapped out with their relief forces and things slowed down as most were out on the beat or home for the night when the high but pleasant voice carried down the hallway from the forensics lab.

“If you change your mind, I’m the first in line, Honey I’m still free, Take a chance on me!”

Ed sang along with the radio, absolutely enraptured with whatever experiment was currently happening on his bench. A small, contained explosive, and he continued with delight, 

“If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown, Honey I’m still free, Take a chance on me,” Who knew Edward Nygma was an ABBA fan? “Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie, If you put me to the test, if you let me try...”

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@olderwinchester

Sam was trying to track their dad’s phone on his laptop. Something was blocking it’s signal. Funny, how he spend all that time studying to be pre-law, and now he’s no different than a hacker. “This is a waste of time.” Sam announced. “Looks like Dad really doesn’t want to be found.”

Shutting his laptop down, he took another look at John’s journal for clues. Why was he doing this? What was the point at hiding from them? Did he want them to think he was dead? Sam thought it was possibility, but his dad was a good hunter. He had to hold on to some hope. “If Dad is alive, why is he hiding out? Is that thing that killed Mom on Dad’s tail now?”