Matt Murdock
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I recognize the voice on the other end of the line, it'd be impossible for me not to. I've heard it on tv, radio, even in those audio clips Batman has.
I look at Sarah and motion towards the phone in the front office. She hurries over to Stacy's desk and picks up the line.
"Normally, we do have a tip hotline, but I can hear the concern in your voice. How can I help you today, miss?"
"You'll find twenty-two victims of homicide in the tavern off of fourth street."I mutter quietly. He'll think it's a bluff, or he'll accept it for what it is: the fact that I have murdered at least twenty two people. "There may have been an undercover police officer in the mix. I'm not really sure. None of them produced a badge as I ended their lives, and I haven't gone searching for one."
I shift in the seat quietly.
"You've undoubtedly run a trace on the call and you can see that the tavern of which I speak is the very place I'm calling from. You'd best move fast if you want to catch me."
The top comes off of a bottle of vodka perched behind the counter with ease. I pick up a cloth rag as I speak and stuff it into the bottle. I tip it sidewards, coating the fabric in liquor.
"I am not offering myself up to be found, I am not, as it is said in the movies, 'turning myself in.'"
I take another bottle and place the knife and gun I used to kill the bar patrons on the counter. I pour the vodka on top of them, as well. I smash the bottle on the ground, coating the floor in the alcohol. I pull out a book of matches and eye them quietly. I snatch one up and ignite it. With a huff, I drop the match onto the pool of liquor on top of the gun and knife. Silently, I watch as they burn.
"I only make this phone call to give you fair warning." Slowly, I step backwards, bottle and cloth in hand, watching as flames engulf the bar. "Gotham is a city built on mortar and brick. Those, however, are hardly flammable. Flesh, marrow, and muscle are far less resilient."
Silence for a moment, and I step out of the front door.
"Gotham will burn to the ground, I'll see to that. The only question is how much destruction is caused, how many lives are lost, before you give me what I want."
I toss the bottle up and down a couple of times in my grasp before hurling through the front window of the bar. Glass shatters, backdraft rips through the building, and the entire establishment goes up in flames.
"You and I both know what that is, don't we, Jim?" I say, slyly. "Say hi to the kids for me."
I hang up, and toss the phone through the broken window. It would sincerely be in officer Gordon's best interests to act quickly, as I said. Any evidence he has, fingerprints, DNA, hair fibers, trace evidence at the the microscopic level, is burning away. Sooner or later, the entire wall of liquor behind the bar will catch fire and then... well.
Kaboom.