[b][u]11:32 PM, March 14
Gotham City Stadium, Gotham City[/u][/b]

Whispers filled the streets of Gotham.

[i]"Did you hear?"

"Anarkee struck again."

"Why haven't the police stopped her?"

"The cops are useless against this."

"Are the streets still safe?"

"The streets have[/i] never [i]been safe."

"Grim should've caught her by now."[/i]

Another strike by the Angel of Anarchy, another deed added to a long list of numerous others. Another life lost. Multiple injured. And unknown to anyone but three people in the city, Grim wasn't even in Gotham when it happened.

After having spent the night wading through the sewers of Hub City Grim barely had the chance to send word to Jaina and David that everything went well before she was flooded with alerts that [i]something[/i] had been found outside Gotham City Stadium. Freshly found there was little details, and it took a surprising amount of time for Jaina to get back to her on what happened. It took an hour to get word back, just as the Grim Jet had been turned off nestled in the hangar of the labs with Zoey already heading to the Grimobile.

"[i]Anarkee. Toxin bomb. You're not getting near here today.[/i]"

The message was clear in Jaina's short, blunt way. The damage was done and the scene was on lockdown for now. A curse had rolled off Grim's lips, and despite knowing there was little she could do she had stalked to the Grim Grotto, so dubbed by her son, to absolutely stalk any hint of news about the scene.

Scraps were leaked, bits and pieces. A body was found, then some kind of riot broke out between investigators, and now the area was cordoned off. Grim's skin almost itched knowing there was a crime scene out there, innocents being hurt, and she was useless at the moment. She rarely worked during the day, cameras and cellphones rampant in this modern age. While she knew some things were worth breaking that policy, an already dead crime scene wasn't one of them.

Besides, she was exhausted from Lady Arcana and the Question joining her on the hunt for the Electrocutioner, though their help was of course appreciated. Grim ended up joining her son for breakfast and informing him of the plan before retiring to get some much needed sleep.

Now the hour was late, and it was time to go. Suited up and in the Grimobile, a sleek and dark car that was surprisingly ordinary. The word was subjective of course, as the car was obviously expensive and didn't belong in the poorer parts of town, but the aspects that made it Grim's vehicle were hidden. Guns, a winch, an all-terrain mode...

David certainly wouldn't be using it to learn how to drive.

Grim's fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the vehicle parked quietly beside a building across from the Stadium. Large canvases had been hung up to prevent people from seeing passed the parking lot, though lights still obviously shone behind it, and police tape cordoned off the area with a patrol slowly going around the perimeter.

About a block away another car pulled up, and when the patrol went to pass it stopped beside them. Words were exchanged and after a moment the police car pulled a U-turn and disappeared into the distance. A pixie-haired blonde woman stepped from the other car, and with little hesitation other than a sweep of the area moved right toward the Grimobile.

[color=IndianRed]"Lieutenant Jasper,"[/color] Grim's voice modulator smoothly greeted the short blonde woman as she approached, leaning into the window that was rolled down. She nodded back, not even looking to Grim but rather back at the still concealed crime scene.

[color=LightGreen]"How has Blackstar been?"[/color] Grim rolled her eyes beneath the mask as Jaina focused on David immediately, despite him not even being there. A greeting would've been nice, but as the unofficial 'Aunt' of her son she had a one track mind.

[color=IndianRed]"Still wanting to fight crime more than focus on school."[/color]

[color=LightGreen]"He becomes more your son every day, then."[/color] Grim merely snorted in response before finally opening the door as the Lieutenant stood back up, and in quick strides the two slipped out of the alley and headed to the parking lot.

[color=IndianRed]"How long do we have?"[/color]

[color=LightGreen]"Half an hour. Sent him on a coffee break to 'sharpen his mind' while I covered for him."[/color]

[color=IndianRed]"And let me guess, he jumped at any reason to shirk his duties since you're the only competent and [i]good[/i] cop on the force."[/color]

[color=LightGreen]"There have been a surprising amount of good recruits lately. I think it's your doing, you know. Things are changing from when you were a tee-"[/color]

[color=IndianRed]"So what happened here?"[/color] Grim abruptly cut Jaina off, who merely shook her head as though the exchange had happened many times before and looked forward. They had just passed into the area the large canvases had been covering, Jaina hanging back as Grim moved forward to the scene. Beneath the goggles the redheads eyes roamed the scene, taking in the pool of dried blood on the ground where no doubt a body once rested, smaller splatters of crimson surrounding the area, and of course the message written in a hauntingly red script that adorned the wall.

[i]BEWARE the rise OF the GRAVES[/i]

[color=LightGreen]"The calls came in pretty quick about this actually - the blood was still wet. When CSI went to move the security guard it set off a bomb that threw out airborne particles. Everyone within a certain distance to the scene lost control of themselves - or, I should say, they lost control of their [i]emotions[/i]. Turned on each other in a rage, or out of fear, or a combination."[/color] Grim paused, throwing a glance over her shoulder to where Jaina was hanging back, arms crossed by one of the lights.

[color=IndianRed]"Is that why you're staying back there?"[/color]

[color=LightGreen]"Better safe than sorry, there's a reason the place hasn't been cleaned up aside from the body - not everyone runs around in the dead of night in a gasmask."[/color] Grim merely rolled her steel-blue eyes beneath the mask, but focused back on the letters. It was obviously the biggest thing about the crime scene, and more than that? A message. To her. The wolf head, though crude, couldn't be construed as anything but hers. Still, why? What did it mean?

[color=LightGreen]"Could be a necromancer."[/color] Jaina looked fairly amused at the look that was shot her way, for although Grim's mask kept her friend expressionless she instantly knew that Zoey was glaring at her from under there.

[color=IndianRed]"Don't even joke about that, I've seriously had enough of this magic bullshit." [/color]Jaina raised her hands in mock surrender, letting Grim go back to her examination. The UV light on her goggles was flicked on, but aside from the obvious there wasn't much.

Something about the message kept drawing her gaze though. Beware the rise of the graves, certain words capitalized. Beware of graves. Did it mean something? It was hard to say with someone as mentally unstable as Anarkee obviously was. Something about it kept niggling at the back of Zoey's mind too, like she should be able to connect it to something...

[color=LightGreen]"Don't worry, it's not the first freak in a mask you've dealt with. You'll get her."[/color] The frown didn't leave Zoey's face as she continued peering up at the words, a combination of spray paint and blood from the life lost here tonight. Jaina was right, this wasn't even the first time some mentally unstable person has pulled a stunt in [i]her[/i] city, but still something about this seemed wrong. Sent a chill up her spine.

Zoey could only hope the graves in the message didn't turn out to be hers.