V | Dial 'A' for Assassin

Chapter 3

♥ Roland POV♥

When I woke up in the morning I made sure to call Baldwin first thing.

We had gotten past our greetings when I asked him about his daughter.

"Oh, yes. We were able to go home early. I think she might be good enough to go back to school." He told me.

"Are you sure you don't need me to come in?"

He chuckled. "Nonsense. You had a pretty rough night yourself."

"How did you know?" I asked, cautiously.

"Well, the way you stomped out of the room and then I heard this mornin' Theo Galavan is dead. Word goes by fast through this crazy grapevine."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry about that. Theo was like a brother to me." I lied.

"Well then, by all means, take the day off. You need it more than I do. Don't forget to remind me to take you out for an actual drink soon."

"I'll hold you to it, sir. Goodbye."

"Bye then."

Hanging up the phone, I layed down in my bed and went over everything that's happened in the last week.

I felt horrible lying to my boss like that, but I am already in too deep with this city.

I guess at some time I fell asleep. Waking up, I decided to jot down some notes in my laptop, and get some stuff done around my apartment. Eventually I got dressed and called up my new, good friend.

"Oswald! Do you mind if I come over today?"

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Heading to the estate I was met with a beautiful gothic-looking mansion. The bricks were red and brown, the foliage was the right type of overgrown, and ravens flocked when the wind rose.
I parked my car and was about to knock when the front door swung open.

I heard opera music inside so I walked in.

I found a woman in a room with Oswald and Butch.

I think we were all confused, looking at Oswald who was trying to place his new centerpiece on a table in front of us.

"Here?" Oswald questioned us.

"A little too central, maybe?" The woman suggested. "You don't want one piece to overpower the room."

'If we weren't talking about a head here, I would actually consider taking notes from her.'

"Try over there." She suggested.

Oswald moved the decapitated head over by the window.

"You're absolutely right." Oswald cheered.

Butch looked disgusted.

"See, I told you she'd be useful. Isn't that better?" Oswald chimed.

The woman glared at Butch.

"Interior design ain't my thing." He replied.

I snorted, but before Oswald or anyone else could acknowledge my presence more, the newscaster on the radio piped up.

"News on the hour with WTGC. Police sources say that reports of an impending raid on Arkham Insane Asylum and it's controversial chief, Professor Hugo Strange, are inaccurate."

We all walked closer to what we heard.

"Despite the disclaimers, flurries of police activity around the troubled facility have fueled..." The man droned on.