audreycritter:

every day this city gets more sick.

sometimes I wonder if I’m even making a difference at all.

this never gets any easier

the gotham harbor isn’t pretty on a good night, but after that last crime scene I needed some time to clear my head. then, onto the next thing this city throws at me.

the warehouse was musty and overgrown. the good news is that the skeletal remains are too large to be human. the bad news is that I have no idea what the hell it used to be.

i’ve taken the strange beaker back to my lab for testing. so far, my books have been useless. maybe i need some sleep.