𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
❝ their love was a silent symphony,
beautiful and tragic,
played only for them,
and heard by none but the night. ❞
𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ━━━━━
B. WAYNE x FEM!OC
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وفيعذابه،اختنقالعملبأنفاسه and in its torment, the work choked on its breath
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RIDDLER WAS FINALLY ARRESTED.
The team had arrived at his apartment first, tracing the bullet's trajectory to its source — where it had come from, where it had been fired.
The connection to Falcone's death was clear.
They stormed the place, officers filling the cramped apartment with the weight of their presence.
But the apartment was empty.
The space was a mess — papers strewn about, pictures pinned to the walls, and a sense of chaos that mirrored the man they were hunting.
He was gone.
The Bat moved quickly through the disarray, stepping past cages of screeching rats, eyes scanning every inch of the space. He could feel the weight of the photos on the walls, a story being told in every image.
Savage and the dealer.
Mitchell and Annika struck.
He stopped in front of the window. The view was unsettling.
It wasn't just the mess in the apartment — it was the realization that the photos had been taken from this exact spot. He wasn't just watching his victims. He was always watching from the same place, always lurking, always seeing.
Gordon approached from behind, his gaze heavy as he took in the sight.
But before he could say anything, the static crackled through the radio, breaking the tense silence.
"LIEUTENANT!" Martinez's voice barked through the speaker.
"We got a witness here. Says she saw someone come down the fire escape right after the shots were fired. She said he went into the corner diner. The guy's sitting by himself at the counter right now!"
Without wasting a moment, they were out the door, heading to the diner.
It was everything Gotham was : grimy, worn down, with the heaviness of too many stories buried in its walls.
