Bruce stepped out of the batmobile donned in his bat suit. He walks up to Commissioner Gordon and asks in his gruff Batman voice, "What do you have Jim?"
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"A slaughter. Twenty seven crime scenes, the majority here in the east end. Somebody ordered a hit to wipe out the entire Sullivan gang crime family. Even their street levels ," he tells Bruce.
"Any rivelry with any of the other gangs recently?" Bruce asks and bends down to uncover a body to see what he was dealing with.
"Our C.I. (confidential informant) ((a narc)) says no. We've not had any trouble out if any of the gangs in months. Damnedest thing, it's like they're all on vacation or something," Gordon tells him. Bruce knows that it's because J ordered things to stay quieqt la while he was away. He didn't want Jester to have any problems, since Jester wasn't a mafioso. "This one had his head bashed in. Thirteen were shot all by different shooters," Jim continues. "Nine were stabbed. Four hung. Five asphyxiated. And Mickey Sullivan's throat was cut."
"Any witnesses? Bruce asks.
"If there are, they aren't taking," Gordon shakes his head.
"Mickey Sullivan was the leader, so our mastermind behind this would most likely have shown a more vengeful death for him. Maybe enough to leave behind clues to their Identity," Bruce says as he stands. "Where is his body?"
"In a warehouse down at the docks," Jim points the direction out.
Bruce turns and gets back in the batmobile and drives down to the docks. When he gets there he finds detective Rene Montoya, who knows that the Commissioner doesn't mind the bat nosing around in his crime scenes. She calls out the officers to give Batman his privacy to do his own investigation. She extends an evidence bag in her hand out to him.
Inside is a bloody scalpel. "The murder weapon?" Bruce asks.
"Yes," she nods, "There's no fingerprints, but there is a finger impression."
"The killer was wearing gloves?" Bruce asks.
"I don't think so. I think the killer has no prints," she tells him.
Bruce nods and walks into the warehouse. In the middle of it he can see Mickey Sullivan tied to a chair with his leg elevated. Bruce approaches him and looks him over. He had been punched by someone several times, and was bruised and bloody on his face. This led Bruce to think Mickey had information someone wanted. He carefully raises his bowed head to look over the wound. The cut was perfectly uniform. The length was perfectly placed in the center of his throat. It was the exact same length from the center and out on each side, measuring only about three inches in total. Even the depth was the same.
Normally, when someone has their throat cut it's a much longer slice, usually six to ten inches and has hesitation marks where the killer gouges too deep and catches bones and tendons. It was technically overkill. The slice only needs to sever the jugular on either side, or the trachea (windpipe). Slicing the jugular is the most popular amongst killers, and sometimes the trachea is sliced when the killer goes from ear to ear with the cut. But it was kind of rare to find a trachea only slice.
