7/12/13: ON THE TRAIL
I think I've found him!
It's taken me weeks of tracking, and I had to get Doctor Marshall to help me with some research into Trapper Jack's past, but I'm certain I've now found his "lair" and I'm set to win this little game of tag he's playing with me. He's robbed quite a number of homes, but thankfully no one has yet been hurt.
He's trying to recapture the love of his parents that he never had, by reconstructing his childhood home. I pieced that together with Dr. Marshall's help. He actually hired an architect to redesign this building I've found to look exactly like the one where he grew up. I got this clue by looking at some old Arkham security photos of his room there, which he likewise changed to look exactly like his room from his home as a boy. His parents apparently shunned him, and he's spent the rest of his life searching for the love and attention he never got from them.
Marshall also says his powers of speed are actually a result of the most advanced case of ADHD he's ever seen. So his powers are an affliction... just like mine. One more Ironic twist to my life, and it's par for the course, I suppose.
So here I sit, in TrapperJack's lair, waiting for him to return from his latest robbery. It might be mere seconds from now, or it could take a bit longer. I'd better call AlertForce to let them know where I am... or the police... or someone. .. I have no idea whether I can defeat him when he returns.
It's taken me weeks of tracking, and I had to get Doctor Marshall to help me with some research into Trapper Jack's past, but I'm certain I've now found his "lair" and I'm set to win this little game of tag he's playing with me. He's robbed quite a number of homes, but thankfully no one has yet been hurt.
He's trying to recapture the love of his parents that he never had, by reconstructing his childhood home. I pieced that together with Dr. Marshall's help. He actually hired an architect to redesign this building I've found to look exactly like the one where he grew up. I got this clue by looking at some old Arkham security photos of his room there, which he likewise changed to look exactly like his room from his home as a boy. His parents apparently shunned him, and he's spent the rest of his life searching for the love and attention he never got from them.
Marshall also says his powers of speed are actually a result of the most advanced case of ADHD he's ever seen. So his powers are an affliction... just like mine. One more Ironic twist to my life, and it's par for the course, I suppose.
So here I sit, in TrapperJack's lair, waiting for him to return from his latest robbery. It might be mere seconds from now, or it could take a bit longer. I'd better call AlertForce to let them know where I am... or the police... or someone. .. I have no idea whether I can defeat him when he returns.
posted by C. Cicconi at 9:10 PM
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