Text to @GeoffShancoe: Hey. How’s your bullet wound? Let’s catch up soon over a scotch or bottle.

|| Just a reminder of clenching that victory 🥇

Sunday. Was meant to be a day for catching up on correspondence. Not this Sunday. Bullock stared at the board. • The jewellery theft of the Gund earrings, $2.5m • Missing persons, the trend of all being blondes Bullock looked about. Shook his head.

Bullock looked into the interrogation room. Jervis Tetch. Shouldn’t be here. Should be Arkham. Finished his coffee, moved to enter the room. Get this one over with, processed, outta here.

A last look at the file. Wacko, a straight-up wacko. Been a while. Bullock entered the interrogation room, closing the door behind him. Staring at Jervis Tetch he said, “Arkham’s already clearing a cell for you. You won’t be here long.”

Harvey Bullock “oNly thE live oNes."

Harvey Bullock Jim Gordon Jervis Tetch The lights within the interrogation room faded then went out completely. Within moments, they flickered to life again, revealing the dark, ominous figure of the Batman standing like a spectre at the other end of the room.

My life closed twice before its close Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close— It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.