Legacy

Court of Owls Pt. 1

You stood there in the darker part of the room as the CSI unit took pictures and evidence from the scene in front of you. It was a disturbing one, that was for sure. Bullock was out on the fire escape yelling at the rookies down in the street.

Bullock: No, you rank stooges, prop the weather tarp first!

He then turned back inside.

Bullock: Raindrops. Evidence. No match. Geek, they grew them stupid nowadays.

Y/N: Talk to me, Harvey. What am I looking at here?

The body on the wall was kept in place with 28 knives while he was stripped of all clothing. Bald, shaved eyebrows, and blood everywhere. His eyes were even gouged out.

Bullock: The landlord found him on a routine rent run. He went by the name Sam Strigs, but when we ran it, turned out to be a phony. Guy has no credible I.D. in the apartment. Nothing in his prints. He paid for everything in cash a true blue John Doe.

Y/N: Jesus.

Unlike with Jim, you didn't feel the need to be the same Batman around Harvey. He already knew you were one of the underaged heroes. No point in hiding it.

Bullock: I don't exactly feel comfortable with you seeing this but, you are the Batman now. Evidence points to a T.O.D. five, maybe six days ago. When someone decided to use him as a human dart board. Thing us, whoever did it missed every one of John Doe's major arteries...on purpose. Meaning they wanted to hurt him very badly for a long, long time.

You looked at the body and examined the knives.

Y/N: Antique throwing knives. Professional grade. The grooves are filled with mercury for steadier flight. Who ever our killer is, they're an expert.

Bullock: You thinking Deadshot? Roulette?

Y/N: Deadshot uses guns and has been MIA for the last year. Roulette was found dead near Metropolis about a month ago. I'm gonna take one of these.

You pulled out a knife from the body while Harvey just stood there.

Harvey: Hell, it ain't like we're going to run out. Make anything of the symbol?

You looked at the knife to examine it. On the handle was a golden symbol engraved in it.

Y/N: It's an owl.

Bullock: Har har. I meant, do you think it has anything with the old wives' tale about the C....

Y/N: I get it, Harvey. It's an old Gotham fairy tale. Even the original Batman didn't believe it. Neither does anyone else.

Harvey watched you for a moment as you contiued to scan the body.

Bullock: I thought kids like stories like that.

Y/N: 1. I'm 17. 2. I'm Batman. What makes you think I enjoy that kind of stuff?

Bullock: Just, I dunno. I don't have kids. I have no idea what you brats are into these days.

You just smiled at his underlying humor.

Y/N: Run DNA analysis. Looks like skin beneath the victim's fingernails. Possibly the killer's.

You pulled out a small metal rod from your belt and scrapped out some from the fingernail. You then placed it into the small hole in your glove that ran the scan to the batcave. You put the metal rod back into your belt and suddenly caught a wiff of something.

You sniffed around before you ended up in another room with half finished paintings all around. You walked over to the only completed piece and stopped. You grabbed the painting and took it off the wall. The smell was even stronger.