روايات وقصص ضمن Gotham Show

DAMIEN “We have to hit Yorkville on First Avenue. That old geezer in there did not pay last month’s kickback. He owes a thousand. Drake, you have Park Avenue, The Franklin Hotel. The owner’s name is Franco. He already paid. Just collect the invoice from him.” I read from the crumpled run sheet Gareth gives me at the start of every month. The paper is soft at the creases and smells faintly of smoke. We have just arrived in New York and I can feel the storm about to roll in. My heart is pounding, and adrenaline is already doing its work. This is the part of the job I live for. There is a sharp, greedy joy in it. I even hope, selfishly, that a few people fall behind on payments so we can teach

Mr Gotham spoke in a hushed whisper, just loud enough for the person on the other end to hear him. "Yes, boss," came the reply and the call ended

“Hey! Callum is a world-class field agent. And we are very discreet.” “I found his tactical holster in the vegetable crisper yesterday, Phoebe. Discreet is not the word I would use.” I reach the door, pausing with my hand on the brass knob. “Don't wait up. If everything goes right, the Crimson Dragons will be bankrupt by sunrise.” I slip out into the Brooklyn night. The air is thick with the scent of rain and salt from the harbor. By the time I reach Lower Manhattan, the city is a blur of motion and steel. Club Ombra looms ahead, a cathedral of black glass and crimson neon.

Not just him, though she wasn't going to defeat whoever was after her without him. He wasn't sure about the sounds of the city. There were just so many people here. Living as a stone statue on a church facing the North Atlantic had been boring. There had been no cities when he'd been animated last time. The fay and gargoyles lived in the country. Fairies preferred being underground while gargoyles liked high places to see if anyone was coming. Goblins traveled at night. Donal dutifully surveyed the city. If a goblin was here, this would be when it would attack.

Hagrid shrieked wildly, the metal chains rattling erratically as the guards tossed him back and forth like a jackrabbit. “GREAT WOLVES OF GOTHAM! WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO WITNESS THE EXECUTION OF THIS OLF WHO DARED INTRUDE ONOUR NOBLE PACK!” I roared as wolves rushed to surround us in the gritty foyer, their eyes appearing black and shiny in the halo of the light from their fire-sticks.

This is a busy city with a lot of nightlife in this upper part of town but… I stop in front of an alleyway not noticing anyone acting strange, that is until I’m in a headlock. I’m dragged back into the alley, the sharp pain of a knife scorching my side. I fall on my ass and then feel the weight of someone sitting on my abs. My blurry eyes blinked to clear away the fuzziness left from the alcohol. Razor Grothman comes into focus with rage twisting his features, disfiguring the teenager he was when we first met him. C.H.A.O.S. had been undercover within his older brother’s gang for years since it was our first mission given to us by the Death Kings the year Carley disappeared.

CHAPTER 28: ADIEU TRAITOR "Are you sure you don't want me to follow you?" Gotham asked with a concerned expression on his face while closing the door to the passenger seat for me to get out. I shook my head to say no, and tightened my grasp on my thick brown coat to protect me from the weather, as I wore a pair of loose pants, sneakers, and a cropped T-shirt. I started to walk away silently but Gotham pulled me back, "You are going to make me lose my job. Mr Blackwood asked me never to let you out of my sight," he scolded

his grating voice echoed in Jordan's ear and that thought of what Gotham said gave him a push. Jordan ignored the lights, and caught up with Gotham. He tightened his fingers round his neck, causing him to struggle for breath. The alpha rose him off the ground until he was struggling to get freed mid air. Gotham managed to raise the stone to his face and it shone in his eyes, but Jordan didn't looked away or blink. He groaned in pain but that didn't stop him from strangling Gotham, tightening his hold even more until there was a snap in Gotham's neck and the stone fell to the ground.

“Nice to meet you too, Lionel. Do you know the Sumner tunnels well?” The driver flicked a glance over his shoulder and nodded once just as the cars on either side of us braked, leaving us no choice but to plunge into those very tunnels. A clever move. It’d be easy for them to control the two lane, one way traffic and there was no danger of some police helicopter or local news channel spotting something it shouldn’t. “This is trap.” Natasha said coldly. “No shit.” Irina’s phone rang and she picked up. “I’m fine.” She said without preamble before putting the phone on speaker.

"I know. I know what will happen. But I'm not lying. I swear on... on whatever's left of my soul, I'm not lying." "Hold on." More muffled voices. Then a different voice came on the line. Deeper. Male. Dangerous. "This is Braham Gothan. You have exactly one minute to convince me not to track you down and rip your throat out for calling this number." Despite everything, despite my fear and shame and the fog of alcohol, I felt a flicker of something like respect. This was a man who protected what was his. Who didn't make empty threats.