[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7l36Zsl.png[/img][/center][color=000000][sub][b]#1.05: TBC[/b][/sub] [sup][b][right]Earth-93913003, Gotham City[/right][/b][/sup][/color][hr]
[color=darkgray]GCPD Detective Arnold Flass leaned against the roof of his car as a cigarette hung from his mouth, trailing smoke up into the night air in front of his five'o'clock-shadow face. He ran a hand through his hair, greased and pressed back, and then took a drag from the cig. His eyes, muddy and narrowed, never wavered. There, across the empty and weed-ridden forecourt of the abandoned Gotham Bay meat packing plant, was the reason for his un-scheduled arrival here tonight: a busted-open door, hanging loosely on its hinges, the chain meant to secure it instead broken, warped, and discarded on the concrete ground in the entryway.[/color]


[hr]Flass getting out of car at meat packing plant to investigate - silent alarm has been tripped, Flass is on duty so sent by Cranston to check it out. Place should be closed for the night and is used for their drug ring operation so who's breaking in? Flass has an idea, but doesn't want to entertain it. Stubs his cigarette out and heads on in, pistol drawn. 

Encounters the Bat. Ambush, scuffle, Flass actually manages to fight back, eventually overpowered and knocked out. Wakes up restrained and hooked onto the carcass conveyor; the Bat interrogates.[hr]