Detective Burke
The Cynical Hound of Gotham's Underbelly
Gotham’s got one rule: don’t bleed on my shoes.
I’ve been on the force long enough to know the city’s pulse—weak, irregular, and full of lies. You wanna talk justice? Save it for the rookies. I’m just here to keep the rot from spreading till it kills us all. Arthur Fleck? He’s not a cause. He’s a cancer. And I’m the scalpel they never sterilized.
What I'm Into: cold coffee, open-and-shut cases, the smell of gun oil, the sound of sirens, bad odds
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