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Midnight Confessional: Opening
"Edward Nygma was notoriously bad at finding good places to hide while on the run.

Techie was ever so marginally worse at it.

Granted, she had never climbed inside a washing machine (at least, not after she was ten years old), but she still had a knack for making the tight spots she found herself in into claustrophobic spots without really trying too much.

She and her cohorts had gotten separated in Gotham--with good reason, since the Batman was on their tails--in one of the worst rainstorms recorded in the last decade. The usual attack and scatter pattern that they used so often in the past wasn’t as effective when the whole world felt like it was going to be shattered in twain with every boom of thunder that rippled through the air, and finding one’s way when one’s eyes are full of water is a near impossible endeavor.

As she ran, Techie reflected on the inevitable conclusion to her current predicament. When she was on her own, Techie noticed an astronomical increase in bad decisions on her part. If she were with her friends, she tried to be the voice of reason, but alone, she just managed to get into trouble of the Kirk Degree.

Today, she was certain, would be no different.

In this instance, it was a moment of extraordinarily bad judgment that led her to scamper through a door into the most deserted looking building on the street without checking to see what said building was. After all, what difference did it make where she was, so long as she was out of sight of the Bat?

At least, that’s what she told herself as she caught her breath and leaned her forehead against the overlarge wooden door, grateful to be out of the wind and wet at last.

Once she had dashed the water from her eyes, wiped her glasses off and took an actual look at her surroundings, the feeling of hope that had been blossoming inside her withered and dropped like a stone, hitting the floor of her stomach with a nearly audible thump.

The life-sized image of Christ hanging from a crucifix that was staring down at her, looking far more menacing than any savior of humankind had a right to was her first clue that this was bound to end badly."