dc comic Bat-Quack

A metallic pendulum swayed along the front console table. I scaled the fluted wooden leg to reach the drawer line. Suspended from an antique brass drawer pull was an unhooked loop of woven key fob cord, caught loosely in the drop-ring. The loop drifted with every draft from the front entry. I holstered my grapple launcher against my utility belt. Bracing my boots against the carved drawer edge, I gripped the heavy brass drop-ring with both gauntlets, lifting its weight until the trapped cord slipped clear and hung plumb. The movement ceased. Silence holds.