Coil noticed a new entry in the Gatekeeper’s ledger.
It was written in blue ink.
“Gotham, the Black Mirror. The missing clapper.”
“That wasn’t there before.”
The ledger shivered.
A narrow door appeared in the air above the table, and through it came the smell of river water, coal smoke, and something old enough to have forgotten its own death.
Beyond the threshold stood a boy in a blue coat.
“I’m looking for people who can cross worlds without bringing the wrong things with them”.
Hull frowned. “That sounds suspiciously like us.”
“My name is AoJi. Gotham is in danger, and I think your new Compact has something to do with it.”
Vixen offered AoJi her hand.
“We’ll help you, but you must promise not to lead us into anything that eats its rescuers.”
“I can promise to warn you,” AoJi replied.
Together they stepped through the doorway.
Far beneath Gotham, a bell stirred in its sleep. And somewhere in the darkness, a mirror began to remember hidden names.
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