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GOTHAM TIMES
Founded 1887 | Vol. CXLVIII, No. 92
Wednesday, May 12, 2020
Editor’s Note: This Article Has Been Published Under Duress
At the explicit demand of an individual identifying themselves as The Beast of Gotham , the Gotham Times is publishing this editorial, along with an article authored by our missing reporter Juniper Maddison, believed to be writing under duress.
We believe Ms Maddison has been coerced into writing a series of articles at the direction of her captor - pieces which reflect a conspiratorial worldview and grim prophecies concerning Gotham's political and corporate leadership. The publication of this material is not an endorsement by The Times , but a desperate act to ensure our colleague's safety and continued survival.
The full editorial can be found on page A2.
AWARD-WINNING JOURNALIST HELD HOSTAGE
Juniper Maddison Abducted by 'The Beat of Gotham'; Forced to Publish Prophecies
By Rachel Lin | Staff Reporter, Gotham Times
GOTHAM—A city known for its shadows is reeling after the confirmed abduction of Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Juniper Maddison , who was taken from outside her Midtown apartment late Sunday. The individual claiming responsibility— The Beast of Gotham , an urban myth turned very real threat—has issued a chilling ultimatum: publish his message, or Maddison dies.
What makes this case uniquely disturbing is that The Beast has not merely silenced Maddison but is weaponizing her voice, compelling her to author a series of incendiary editorials that blend apocalyptic language with sweeping accusations against Gotham's highest offices.
Though written in her familiar voice, colleagues say the work reads like a distortion - the voice is hers, but the message is not.
A JOURNALIST'S UNWILLING ROLE
Maddison rose to prominence for her fearless reporting on Gotham's marginalized communities, often spotlighting those left behind by social systems and corrupted governance. Her 2019 Pulitzer Prize recognized her exposé on institutional neglect at Blackgate Penitentiary and its far-reaching effects in society.
She was previously married to celebrated war photographer Ben Maddison, who was killed during the Fallujah Embassy Siege in 2017 —a tragedy that shaped the empathetic edge of her work ever since.
"Juniper has always believed in light," said longtime friend and colleague Alyssa Horne, "but now she's being forced to speak darkness. That's not just dangerous for her. It's dangerous for the city."
A MESSAGE TWISTED
So far, three editorials have been received. All were typewritten, marked with Maddison's initials, and bore cryptic titles. The content accuses senior officials, philanthropists, and city planners of orchestrating a hidden regime of control and mass deception.
The Gotham Police Department, working in tandem with federal agencies, has authenticated the items and confirmed they bear Maddison's fingerprints—suggesting she is alive but clearly under coercion.
HOW YOU CAN HELP
If you have seen or heard anything that may lead to Juniper Maddison's rescue, please contact the Gotham Police Major Crimes Unit or the Gotham Times anonymous tip line at 1-800-GT-TIPS .
A $50,000 reward has been offered by the Times for any information leading to her safe return .
Please do not share or circulate unauthorized versions of the editorials. Juniper Maddison is not free. Her words are not her own.
OPINION: The Hollow Crown
By Juniper Maddison
You will be told this is madness. That the words you read now are not mine. They will say I am under duress, and that much is true. But ask yourself—what does it mean to be free in Gotham?
I have spent my life writing about the people no one else sees. The vanishing girls of Coventry Heights. The blood-slicked contracts signed in the Narrows. The hollow-eyed veterans sleeping beneath neon signs that flicker and lie. I chased the truth for years. But the truth was never what I thought it was. The truth is older. Deeper. And it has teeth.
There is a rot at the center of Gotham, buried in boardrooms and draped in cathedral glass. It smiles with the mayor's teeth. It votes with your hands. It bleeds through the bricks of buildings we were told were clean. And every time someone gets too close, the ground opens and swallows them whole.
I used to believe in sunlight. I used to think we could expose the dark by naming it.
But The Beast has shown me the names don't matter. Names can be burned. What matters is what's beneath.
There is a circle of twenty. Some are elected, some anointed, some born to it. They meet not in secret but in plain sight—masked only by our disbelief. They control infrastructure, wealth, surveillance, food, energy, even the air itself . Every camera is an eye that answers to the throne beneath the city.
You are not free. You are not safe. But you can choose to know .
They call him a monster. A myth. But if he's a myth, why did they silence me? Why did they leave me here, to rot in this concrete cell, with only typewriter ribbon and prophecy for company?
I don't know how many more of these they will make me write. Maybe only one. Maybe I'll be gone before you read it. But hear me now, and remember my voice: Power is not given. It is harvested. And Gotham is the field.
Look beneath.
And when you do—
run.
—J.M.