Conspiracy or Coincidence. Digging for Info.

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Monday morning at Wayne Enterprises. In terms of the corporate world, Wayne Enterprises was THEE economic backbone. It was the organization that kept Gotham City as one of the wealthiest Metropolitan areas in the country. By 8:45AM, the large tower which stood in the center of Gotham was already busy. Those dedicated to their work had already arrived with coffee in hand, ready to work and serve the world. A multi-facetted business, Wayne Enterprises dwelled into finance, social services, international trade, technology, health, and of course science.

Arnold Wesker was making his rounds through the tower. As one of the many mail room clerks it was his responsibility to make sure certain divisions received their memos and correspondences. It had only been three weeks since his release from Arkham Asylum. A gracious parole granted to him by the psychiatric doctors at the institute for not experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia for six months. He had been granted a haven at the Martha Wayne group home establishment, and had attempted to live a normal life there. But within a few days, Scarface had come calling. Or had the Ventriloquist beckoned for the return of Scarface…..?

The Ventriloquist made his way to the Wayne Enterprises medical and science division. He had intended to follow up from the events over the weekend, and to find a connection between Pamela Isley and Dick Grayson. To see if their meeting was simply a coincidence. But the Ventriloquist would have been happy to find information on either of them. Medical records, date of birth, family history, and known addresses, all of this would be useful.

This early in the morning, the medical and science wing had not yet opened to the public. Most doctors, nurses, surgeons, scientists, were on their way to work or just getting ready for their daily tasks. Of course there could be a few who had arrived early, but no one would doubt this is the quietest time of the day.

The Ventriloquist had left his mail cart in the middle of the hallway as he made his way to one of the large medical filing rooms. Before entering the filing room, the Ventriloquist made sure to bring a weapon. This weapon came in the form of a sharp letter opener, which could serve as a knife.

You never know who would be here this early. You never knew who would ask questions about what he was doing. You just never knew who you could run into…..one of the medical providers, a scientist, a researcher, nosey reporter, the heir to the fortune, or even Bruce Wayne himself….you just never knew.

Sliding the letter opener into his tan-tweed colored suit inner pocket, the Ventriloquist adjusted the gaudy yellow and black poke-a-dot bowtie and began flipping through the charts...

Grayson or Isley. Grayson or Isley.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Miss Isley's chart wouldn't be too difficult to find. While it would have nothing on the charts of unfortunate people with complicated chronic conditions, when a woman is poisoned with a bizarre cocktail of toxins (many of them previously unseen), nearly dies twice, but then gradually recovers there's a lot of paperwork involved. Especially when, despite the fact that she seemed to be in perfect health six months after the incident, her bloodwork came back showing that she still had all the toxins in her system. That sort of thing results in lots of reports about how those results were triple checked, that her overall health other than that detail was verified, that all their attempts to get clean out of her system failed, and that she was essentially released from the hospital a year and a half ago because she seemed fine. The latest bit of paperwork would be a brief note dated about a year ago from a psychologist indicating that she was coping very well with her lingering anger at the man who poisoned her, Dr. Woodrue, so her case was being terminated. All of it very interesting, but not a mention of Dick Grayson anywhere in the thick file.

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Time was of the essence. The Ventriloquist had managed to stumble upon a very valuable file on Ms. Isley. Squinting behind a pair of glasses, he took a moment to verify the contents of the file Despite not receiving a formal education, the Ventriloquist's mind was very sharp and analytical.

The contents showed that something had gone terribly wrong or something had gone horrifically right within Ms. Isley's biological system. There would be no way she would be able to survive the onslaught of poison that had been injected into her body, unless....she possessed Metahuman powers.

"What in the world is Gray---son doing interacting with a metahuman?"

Isley could serve as a key to getting to Dick Grayson, but then the Ventriloquist began to wonder if Miss Isley had a motive of her own in talking with Bruce Wayne's heir? Either way a visit with Miss Isley or this Dr. Woodrue (if he was still around), could be beneficial to Mr. Scarface's, no the Ventriloquist's plans in Gotham.

Beads of sweat began to formulate around the forehead of the Ventriloquist. His nerves began to rattle. He quickly removed, a few of the important pages from the file, including the psychological evaluation in relation to Dr. Woodrue, and made his way out into the main office to make a set of photo copies. It was still early, but he could begin to hear footsteps and a small chatter of voices approaching.

"C'mon. Hurry up!" The Ventriloquist muttered in a raspy high pitched voice.

DEET DEET DEET.

The red-light within the copy machine began to blink as one of the papers the Ventriloquist was copying had become jammed inside the copy machine.

Fumbling around with the machine. Spilling a stack of papers, it took the Ventriloquist three minutes of excruciating stress to complete the process. Any black hairs that still remained had managed to turn a lighter shade. The Ventriloquist sloppily threw the information he copied onto the mail cart and then went inside to organize and place all of Isley's information back into her chart.

The Ventriloquist was just hoping no one had managed to witness him, stealing confidential information.....

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Arnold muttered to himself as he made his way out of the Wayne Medical area with the file careful hidden amongst the other mail. Tonight he and the Scarface would review the information and plan from there.

See Arnold. Nothing to worry about just like Scarface said.

His paranoia and lack of self-esteem was the result of never living up the to expectations of his parents, specifically his father. When you are told that you are "No good" from an early age, you tend to take it to heart.

See. See. Nothing to worry about.

Sooner, or later, Arnold began repeating that phrase in his mind, and soon he began to say it outloud while he was passing out the mail through the day. Needless to say, someone talking to themselves was not a uncommon occurance. Thus, he was not noticed as being strange by the majority.....just by a few.


-End Thread.