Try And Find More Information At The Laughing Heyna

Bullock knew the Gothams underbelly talked, but they talked in the darkest corners of Gotham and this was no other. Bullock thought he would try The Laughing Heyma, a dive bar where people traded secrets.

Bullock walked over too his 2026 Ford Thunderbird, he turned the keys in the ignition the V8 roared too life as he drove down too the Laughing Heyna.

The bar had a reputation for having strippers and backroom deals. As he stood out the Thunderbird he noticed the flicking neon lights, he pushed open the swinging doors the aroma of cheap perfume and cigarettes.

Bullock walked straight too the wooden osk bar, the bartender was a older stocky guy wipeing down a glass. Bullock slid onto the worn leather barstool.

"Whiskey and some information." Bullock orderd, he slid a green bill on the bar and a photo of The Joker. "Seen this guy come through here earlier, with a muscular friend?"

The bartenders eyes flickerd down too the bill and then back up at Bullocks. He slid the whiskey across too hkm then said "Yeah he passed through here earlier, he said he was going on too bigger things."

As Bullock sipped on the whiskey the bartender lowerd his voice "Over their in the dark corner she might know more."

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Bullock walked over too the dark corner, he saw the sparkle of a sequin dress "Mind if i join you?" He asked as he slid into the chair oppisite her.

She offered a slow, knowing smile. "Depends on what you're offering, Detective. My time isn't cheap." Her voice was low and soft.

"Looking for information on a guy green hair loud and he had a muscular guy with him." Bullock said as he slid a larger green bill across the table.

Her fingers, adorned with rings that sparkled even in the dim light, traced the edge of the bill. "He mentioned a town out east, a place where grand operas are sung and for one big finale." She leaned in closer, her perfume was a mixture of Jasmine and cedar "He spoke of Moscow, he went their for his grand finale."

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Bullock stood up the overhead light flickerd on reviling a women. She was draped in a crimson sequined dress, a cascade of shimmering fabric that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her hair, a fiery cascade of auburn, framed a face of striking, almost surreal beauty. The dress hugged her breasts.

Bullock turned he left the laughing Heyna, contacted Captain Essen, contacting about leaving for Moscow too catch a clown.

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