Detective Comics: The Headless Horseman

Chapter 2: Sail Away

After a few hours of driving from Sleepy Hollow to Gotham, I've finally arrived. The evening sky was gone. The curtains of the night sky chimed in and took their place.

Going back into this city made me feel nostalgic yet seeing and hearing what the city has turned into. They tainted those memories with mud.

This place almost felt like a second home to me.

I scavenged around my bag for the G folder to double check whether or not I am at the right location, since a wave of doubt and caution is already flooding my mind.

"The Iceberg Inn," I muttered as I read through the contents of the folder.

"Curious..."

I looked back and forth towards the picture and the actual place. The contrast was greater than I could ever imagine. Its whole appearance was nothing like that in the picture. The image showed me a not too extravagant inn, as expected if this is what they're paying for.

It was a small, humble, neat 3 story inn, very well maintained and overall, from the looks of the inn was enough to give me the impression, 'Yeah you can sleep here', and that was all I needed for me to feel welcomed.

Though I have to say, I have never noticed or even found this place when I was in Gotham a few years back. But mostly staying in a secluded dorm room, I guess I haven't seen much of Gotham.

And compared to what it actually looks like in person is the equivalent of comparing a middle-class man to a millionaire. It was nothing like that in the picture. It still holds the theme of an Antarctic site as expected from a place called "Iceberg".

The place is thriving with people, cars are going in and out, carrying out these wealthy and political figures of Gotham. It was luxurious, like how a 5-star hotel would look, and from the looks of it, rather than having 3 floors, it has 25.

I decided to make a phone call to the commissioner, but he wasn't able to answer. I tried to connect to our department but that wasn't that much of help as no one was able to answer either.

'Strange. Could they be already handling something back there?'

Seems like there would be no other choice, but to go and check in as it seems like there's no other way to confirm it. And I wouldn't be able to see much history of the hotel, not to mention there's also a dozen people here that might flood my brain.

Christ, that would make my head explode from the amount of information that I'd be taking in. The thought of that sends a shiver down to my spine.

I stepped out of the car, locked it as I walked away, and headed towards the front entrance of the now very grandeur of a once former inn.

As I was going through the sea of people, I noticed that I'm sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of wealth. These wealthy and political figures reek of money. Wearing refined and expensive clothes and jewelry. Compared to my outfit which screams, 'I live through minimum wage', the matter slightly concerns me.

I went through the entrance without a hitch, surprisingly. Though I can't help but notice what the look on the guards at the front gave me. Like they seem to have spotted a prey that stepped into their territory.

And I took a mental note of that.

The lobby was bigger than I expected. Housing these groups of people would be painstakingly hard to organize and maintain. But to my surprise, the flow of people and work seems so efficient that I detect no traffic in between the bustling guests and the staff. Everything was perfectly orchestrated, everyone knew where they were supposed to go, supposed to be and do.