Reputation (a Nygma Story)

So It Goes...

Cut me into pieces

Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

Back against the wall

Trippin', trip-trippin' when you're gone

The police just took her. Ed is not particularly happy, but I'm kind of on the zone here. When I found out who Ethan is, I couldn't just leave it. Not only because of my curiosity, but because of her.
I can't tell yet if I have feelings (eugh) or not, but I don't want her out of the picture.

After they escort her to the police department, I need to find out who did this. It should be easy. The only way anyone could have no doubbt she did it, is because the have it on image. The game is on.

I go by to the crime scene. The cops don't know what they lost when they didn't let me get back to my job in forensics. I mean, I know I'm unstable, but they are falling in a very poorly staging of a set up. I found hair in the crime scene. Honestly? Who runs forensics now? I see a fire escape at the end of the alley. There is where the real killer hide, while Kat was dealing with her stalker. How did he find her? How did that happen? How did the real killer knew where and when to attack? Only if he (or she) orchestrated it.

I have the feeling Mr. Allen has something to do with all of this, but I'm not really sure how.

I go inside the coffee place. It's not as crowded as usual. Probably because of the killing next door. I see the owner behind the bar.

- Hey, did your lose your people? - I ask.
- They are a little afraid to come to work today. This is Gotham. I can't belive they are not used to this by now.
- Talking about crime...
- I don't know a thing.
- I'm not with the police anymore.
- I still don't know a thing.
- Come on... don't make me force it out of you...

He seems tired of this.
- I'll tell you what I told the cops. I only remember him from the time he was beaten by your blondie friend, and one time after that, when a redhead came looking for the guy with a skull tatoo and he started flirting with her too. That time he left a very generous tip, that's why I remember.
- I get it. Thanks. One american to go, please.

The redhead hair matches with the crime scene. They saw eachother before, that's why he didn't scream or defend himself, he knew his attacker.

I will go find my current target and pick up on this later today.

I go by to the hotel where Mr. Ethan Allen is staying. He wakes up very late, usualy. I never follow him around much, because he's really dull, but today I want to see if he is worried about his sister. He doesn't seem bother at all. He had his breakfast as usual, read the paper, where they talked about the crime. He read that. I doubt Kat hasn't call him, but he hasn't been on the phone. After he finishes his morning drink, he goes out.

I wonder, how twisted you have to be to ignore the distress calls from your own sister, the same one you keep getting drunk... Mmm something smells here.
He's headed to one of the worst neighbourhoods in Gotham. Doesn't seems like the best place for a millionare. I see him get into a building, just for a few moments, then he went out with, wait for it... a redhead girl. He takes her into a cab and this is my chance.

I get into the building and look at the mailboxes. The only female name is on the second floor. I go up and break into the place. Seems pretty normal. Mr. Allen left his coat, which means they are coming back soon.
I look up on the place for any leads about what they did to frame Kat. Aparently, she is good with short range weapons (I found two guns) and a entire room with tech.