capeandcowl | [ the forty-first ] / [ video ]

[Edward Nygma is in the mayor’s office, sitting in the mayor’s chair. Mitchell’s usual desk tag is conspicuously missing from the view of the camera. He broadcasts this breaking news to the Network first, and so far there has not been any media coverage coming from City Hall.

Eddie leans forward towards the camera just a touch.]

Mitchell Hundred is missing. Contact was initially attempted sixty-eight minutes ago and has been consistent ever since. He has yet to respond to any attempt of communication. I don’t need to tell you, Network, how highly unorthodox such behavior is for Mayor Hundred, and logically we are treating this as an emergency. We’ve yet to acquire substantial, palpable evidence indicating a port-out or a kidnapping, but the fact that any effort to contact him has thus failed rather suggests harrowing possibilities. We must now resort to more dramatic maneuvers.

The available details are as follows: at four-twenty this afternoon, Mitchell had suffered from a minor concussion while overseeing reconstruction in Times Square. He was briefly hospitalized and then returned to Gracie Manor shortly after his release. His last contact was made at Gracie Manor. He is now physically missing from Gracie Manor.

[Eddie inclines his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the camera view. He draws back his shoulders.]

With a heavy heart, I must now resume the responsibility of acting Mayor until our efforts to retrieve Mitchell Hundred are fulfilled.

[And then he smirks.]

Mayor Nygma, signing off.

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This promises to irritate you with greater spectacle.

[BORING BORING SHOES.]

Lucky for me I know some foot fetishists who'll pay serious bank for some sexy shots of the Deputy Gayor's kicks.

So then you are acquainted with your genetic donors? I thought that was in question.

Nah, I killed them before I came here.

Any Oedipal context to this?

Only in Deputy Gayor's Freaky Fantasy Land Funtimes.

I'm honestly shocked you knew what that word meant.

I'm honestly shocked this is the first time you've admitted to being shocked by something I said.

I try to withhold my emotional response as much as possible.

What's the special occasion?

My promotion, of course. As your new, beloved Mayor.

Until Bitchell gets outta the john, you mean.

And who knows how long that could take? I'm not one to comment on his movements, much less those bowel movements.

I've seen some pretty graphic photo manipulations that say otherwise.

Excuse me --

-- Why would you be looking for that?

Hey, I wasn't lookin' for it--

[beat]

Not specifically, anyway, heh heh...

Then what were you looking for?

[DANGEROUS QUESTION.]

Why would I tell you?

How else will you defend your reputation as a man who doesn't pursue lascivious photos of his political superiors?

Pssh, come on, don't act like you never Googled yourself before.

Why need I, when you're so willing to do it for me?

I can smell your bullshit from here. You're the kinda guy so into himself you probably jack off while lookin' in the mirror.

Why do you keep rendering these sexual situations for me?

You're the one of us gettin' all excited over it, heh.

And oh, you do love my excitement, don't you? One begins to question, Bullseye, your levels of enjoyment here.

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