"He deserved it. He admitted his contribution to whatever is Harley
Quinn's fate and when Two Face attempted to make a deal with me
Moth came out of my vents and killed him."
The Joker huffed. "What do you plan to do with him?" He asked, gaze
hardening into a glare at Killer Moth. "If it were up to me, I'd
ask your building to evacuate."
The Joker nodded and turned back to Midnight. "He was weak. Then
Batsy got to him, or something. If he hadn't turned on us, then we
would have been one man up."
"I'm sure you've pieced it together, now, what we're doing. Know
anyone you can make contact with to get this team back together?"
Beck had finally reached his final destination: the Kitchen.
He wrinkled his nose at all of the grease spots and empty cans. How
had he lived this way for so long? The man began to clean when
suddenly he came to a realization. "Oh, no... I forgot to put the
groceries away!" He had been so hooked into his task for the
Joker that it had escaped his electrified mind. Looks like he would
have to go out and buy more. After another hour and a half of
scrubbing, he picked up his keys and prepared to begin another
lonely trek to the Farmer's Market.
Beck walked to the market lazily, uncaring if people frowned at his
frazzled appearance. His blonde hair was sticking in all directions
and he smelled like he just walked out of the Clorox factory. The
knee area on his pants was soaked through from kneeling on his
freshly-mopped floor. He was, ironically enough, a cleanly mess. At
least he appeared to be well-rested. He ran through the same
motions as yesterday, meticulously choosing vegetables and other
healthful goodies left and right. The shopping basket was identical
to yesterday's. After all, he had to replace most of his
groceries.
Beck was lucky that he was rich enough to pay for his college
tuition many times over. Though it was a mystery as to why he
resigned himself to a cheap apartment and casual clothes.
(Gonna be slow on posting, right now I'm on my phone.)
The files--old crime files from Arkham--were quite extensive. They
held last known sightings, criminal records, and diagnoses of any
mental illnesses they might have. He realized he was pulling a
Batman, by searching through these files, but he needed to figure
out where they were.