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There'd been a break in their search and John had loaded Dinah into the atrocity of metal he called a car. Down to the docks, he found the boat in the berth at the marina. Why anyone would want to be anywhere near the water in Gotham was beyond him...but maybe the natives were immune.
They found a way onto the ship and crept across the bow. Down below decks, John was surprised at how few guards there were. Actually...he hadn't seen any. Come to think of it, he hadn't heard any, either.
John flicked open his zippo and took a look around. He was fine until he looked up.
"Oh, bugger my fucking arse," he swore.
Above them, scratched into the metal, were runes. And judging by John's reaction, not good ones.
They found a way onto the ship and crept across the bow. Down below decks, John was surprised at how few guards there were. Actually...he hadn't seen any. Come to think of it, he hadn't heard any, either.
John flicked open his zippo and took a look around. He was fine until he looked up.
"Oh, bugger my fucking arse," he swore.
Above them, scratched into the metal, were runes. And judging by John's reaction, not good ones.
