My world is totally upside down.
Since the day of my father’s killing I have been dead set on enacting vengeance on the people who killed him. Until today I knew that was Carmine Falcone. He may not have pulled the trigger, but my father’s blood is on his hands. Now this file shows me that all of the evidence linking Falcone’s organization to the raid is less than circumstancial. Who the Hell has the juice to use Carmine Falcone as a fall guy?
The more I thought about that question, the more one thought kept sticking out in my mind. The court exists in shadow, they are the boogeymen. More than that, noone believes they even exist. They have the assassins. They can be anywhere at any time, but what’s the motive? In the grand scheme of Gotham law enforcement my dad wasn’t a big player. I’m not really a “big picture” kind of guy, but the court seems like they probably see the big picture more than anything else. Why some rank and file guy? Did he see something he shouldn’t have? Could it really be that simple? I have to find out.
I have a meet set with my handler. That is to say I’ve left post it notes around my room with questions for them, and the file is wide open on my desk. Hopefully that is enough to let them know that I want to talk. Hopefully they give two s about talking to me when I want to, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t.
I need to get out of here and get some air.
This has been the most ridiculous 36 hours of my life. The meet at the bank, then the society of assassins, Mirror House’s involvement in my father’s death, I don’t even know where to start with that lead.
While I was out I hapened to see two other vigilanties getting at it. Turns out good ole Brimstone decided that Jape needed to be in prison for some reason. Putting my owns feelings aside, Abbatoir was a freakin monster and he got what was coming to him whether he fell or jape dropped him. I decided to intervene because, killer or no, we are better off with Jape on the streets doing his thing. He(Jape) certainly seems to know what he’s doing.
After I hid my gear I returned home to another white mask in my corner. He gives me a note and tells me to open it later. Then he actually let me ask my questions and answered them all. I wish I could tell he if he was lying. Those damn masks. He told me that my father was nothing to the court. Fuck these people. I must have still had a lot of morphine in me when I agreed to be their work horse. He told me that the best info in the file (Looks like he was in my apartment long enough to read my file) was on Mirror House. He told me that Mirror House is some kind of traveling black market for antiques/oddities/Batman memorabilia. He also said that they aren’t planning on being in Gotham for several months to a year. I am so sick of these setbacks. I will find my father’s killer, and I will have my vengeance.
Before he left, he pointed to the note and said “Haley’s Circus. Find Brian Haley and show him the note.” I looked down at the was seal on the note and saw a stylized Owl’s head looking back at me. I looked up to ask where exactly the circus was at, and he was gone.
I popped the seal off carefully, opened the letter and saw my first assignment. I the typical chicken-scratch looking cursive hand writing it read. “Sharpen our new talon. In 72 hours he is to board our private jet at the hangar to be flown to his first assignment. his orders will await him on the plane.” I pulled out my dad’s old Zippo, melted a the back of the seal just a touch, and reattached the seal. Looks like I have a job to do…
This Haley guy is incredible. I have never seen someone who moves like he does. An amazing acrobat and a hell of a knife thrower. He’s also a slave driver. I’ve never worked so hard in my life, but I’ve also never learned so fast in my life. I don’t know what that court member shot me up with in the hospital, but it must have been something good. I trained for about 12 hours with Haley and I feel like I’d been working for a week. If this keeps up I may return what I “borrowed” from the GCPD. Then he opened the letter and gave me my marching orders. I asked if I should head straight to the hangar. He told me that the court’s time tables were best followed strictly, so I still had a day or so til I needed to report. I was pretty beat so I decided to head home and get some sleep.
Well, Looks like I have a roommate now. I was walking home from the circus when I ran into an old buddy of mine, Nate Adams. Well we would have been friends, but dad knew a lot more about Nate’s “extra curricular activities” than I did. I was forbidden from hanging out with Nate ever again. I really don’t want to dishonor the memory of my father, or to betray any of the lessons he taught me, but Nate looked like he’d been living on the streets. I had to weigh the instructions from my dad about Nate against letting someone I know live in homeless desperation. My dad will just have to forgive me. I hope he will…
Another night, another patrol downtown. I never thought I’d run into Sleeper again. He starts talking about my potential and the fact that I can do better than making deals with the league of shadows. What potential? I’ve never done anything bigger than stopping thugs from robbing a bank, and Brimstone really lead the way on that one. I end up in the hospital as often, if not more often, than the guys I’m trying to stop. I mean I have the phone number for the lead night shift ER Doc and they all know me by name. He talks about doing bigger things, better things, and really bringing stability to Gotham. The more he talks, the more I hear my dad. Talking about my potential, about everything I could do with my life. The Society of Assassin’s wants to kill the major crime bosses, the League of shadows wants to give one of them control of Gotham’s underworld, and the court is having me keep one of Falcone’s sons from being executed. What would my dad want me to do here? What would he think of me being an assassin? Sleeper is right. Whether I can pull it off or not, I should be fighting for the stability of Gotham. It’s what dad would have done. It’s what he lived for.
Like father, like Son.