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[deductives]

A hounding color, silver's lesser sister
Has a breath along the way, a cease.
This public chariot yields a final pause
Like Schubert did in older annuals.
But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner:
And its travels are Frosted in path.

So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest.

And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.

[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]

Feel free to solve it yourself.

Comments

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I did.

[BLOOD PRESSURE SKYROCKETING]

[motioned]

[How high can he go?? It's like the opposite of limbo.]

But you said you didn't know if he was a detective or not!

[deductives]

We were talking about people from Gotham, not specifically Gotham detectives.

[motioned]

[Could it be... A lightbulb?

nope.jpg]

So... He was a detective?

[deductives]

[JUST. DONE. Sherlock is letting Blackheath chew on his NV for a while because oh my god he cannot handle this stupidity.

Even if it is a duck.]

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[maddeninghatter]

[ Guess who's figuring out more and more functions on his NV? ]

Ha ha ha!

I think you're asking good questions, Ahiru!

Just like a detective.

[ WINK WINK ]