I don't usually like Film Noirish stuff, but this? This fic is gold. It not only has the camp and feel of a Film Noir movie, but it comes with its own twist of hilarity with a new spin on the DN world. The "waking up in gutters covered in butterscotch" line had me laughing really hard, because I could see L doing that - and because it's the L equivalent of getting wasted and waking up in a gutter covered in vomit ^^

Great stuff, Tallulah!