Endless Night: A Twitch Upon the Thread

'Endless night? Endless shite more like,' said the Spider or Mr Freeze as Bat-Cosgrove liked to call him.
'Oh my god,' sobbed Purcell and fell to the floor in front of the Spider. 'Please don't kill me, I've tried my best but those bastards are onto me - I should've known not to trust the BBC bhoys.'
'It wasn't them Stephen, it was you. You brought this misfortune down on all of us by consorting with the wrong types in order to feed your appetite. Not content with socialising with the useful idiots at the BBC, you had to go and emulate their behaviour and now look what's happened, some stray journalists who can't be touched by either my money or Lawwell's goons have broken from the pack and are ready to run with the story. As soon as that story breaks then it won't be long before your connection with me is revealed and then it'll be the worse for everyone. I haven't built up this empire for the good of the organisation you know, it's going to surprise you but religion means nothing to me - it's just another means of control over the idiot masses. Religion and Celtic: two good ways to make sure you get what you want in the west of Scotland - what's that Stephen? You can't argue, can you? It was both of these things which got you to power and once you were leader of the council it was pay day for anyone with a season ticket to Parkhead. Well your religion and your football team can go to hell, no one comes between me and my riches - come on, you're coming with me.'
And with that, the Spider dragged Purcell out of his flat and we heard a car roaring off outside.
'Quickly, we must follow them!' Shouted Cosgrove as he burst out of the closet. I of course was quite happy where I was, the closet was nice and cosy and safe but Cosgrove reached in and dragged me with him and in a flapping of capes we were in the Batmobile and rushing off down Crow Road in pursuit of the Spider and Purcell.