it was a shitty day, winter has come and Gotham winters were always strong, especially in dead streets like Crowns Point. You've been selling Bliss the entire night just like every other hour for past couple of weeks. You're not sure anymore if the headache is caused by annoying drug addicts, clubs or Oswalds mom but either way the pain hasn't left you for last few days. Your motorbike finally stops making a loud noise as you park it between other vehicles in the tram underground that became your new office. It's doesn't take even 5 minutes before your partner in crime wobbles closer to you as soon you take off your helmet Ey! Come with me! he grins as he pats his favorite darlings shoulder while pointing at the map of the underground, he's way too often in a good mood now it's almost unsettling