A pretty damn dark caption.

Bruce opened the back door, looking around the graffiti-covered alley to see if anyone was around. Satisfied that no one was present, he shut the door behind him and walked toward a dumpster.

His steps were long and graceful, the heels quieter on the concrete than he would have imagined. Of course, there were plenty of other noises nearby to cover the sound of them, so maybe he shouldn't have been surprised by that. Despite his steps almost being model-like, he initially was careful in scanning in front of him to see if anything was a tripping hazard, and confident that he would have no issues, he kept checking the entrances of the back area.

He didn't need to dirty his feminine hands with opening the dumpster lid, it was open already for him. Good, he thought. He was unsure how well he could balance on these heels, along with how much effort it would take to open the lid. He really didn't want to let go of the only thing he was carrying. At least not yet.

He got to the dumpster and with more of a heave than he initially thought he'd need he tossed the bowling ball bag into the dumpster, disappearing down through a pile of filled garbage bags. No one would even know it was there if they looked in.

He turned and walked away, smiling a dark smile. What was left of Dana was now either had his head attached to it or was at the bottom of that dumpster. Either way, he thought as he put in a number on a discreet keypad and opened the door, no one would ever Dana around here again!