Hi r/bioinformatics, I'm currently working on a project involved with finding the binding sites (footprints) of a few transcription factors.

So far I am running my data on pyDNase, but I would like to run my data on a few more programs and compare the output. If anybody has any experience with this sort of analysis and can suggest some more tools to use, it would be greatly appreciated.

This is my first implementation of DNA image footprint. this type of image footprint helps to match any un-related sequence with a computer vision algorithm.

Any opinion, recommendation, helping, or processing power are welcomed.

This is my repository, you can see some other images there

https://github.com/MahdiKarimian/DIF

\"Human Genome\" and \"Chimpanzee Genome\"

There just isn't a trace of her present in Kercher's bedroom. Rudy Guede was found guilty based on evidence in that room and that room alone. How can you possibly suggest that Amanda Knox is guilty of anything without being able to place her in that room?

Brooklyn, Iowa, is a small, tight-knit rural community just off U.S. Route 6 and a few miles north of Interstate 80. With a population of just 1500, the people of the "Community of Flags" boasted a safe, secure neighborhood where leaving your doors unlocked was normal, and the possibility of crime was the farthest thing from anyone's mind.

But on a fateful evening in the summer of July 2018, all of that changed.

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WHO WAS MOLLIE TIBBETTS?

Mollie Cecilia Tibbetts was born on May 8, 1998, in San Francisco, California, to Rob Tibbetts and Laura Calderwood. She was the middle child with an older brother Jake and a younger brother Scott.

Growing up, Mollie attended elementary school in the Bay Area until second grade before moving to the small community of Brooklyn, Iowa, with her mother and two brothers after her parents separated in 2007.

Mollie had enrolled at Brooklyn, Guernsey, and Malcom Community School, otherwise known as BGM. She quickly settled in, making many new friends and immersing herself in theatre, writing, and running.

Friends, family, and teachers said that Mollie was a caring, all-American young woman with a heart of gold. She loved to help others and was always there when someone needed a shoulder to lean on.

Mollie had an infectious laugh and a beautiful smile with a good sense of humor. She didn't take herself too seriously and liked to mess around.

Mollie Tibbetts with her mother Laura Calderwood and her father Rob Tibbetts

In 2015, at a football game, Mollie met Dalton Jack.

Dalton and one of his friends were sitting in his truck. Another girl came up and talked to the friend in the passenger's seat. Mollie wanted to be part of the conversation, so she walked to the driver's side and tapped on Dalton's window.

And at that point, Dalton says, "we just got in our own little world."

Within two weeks, the pair were dating, and over the next three years, their relationship deepened. Dalton said Mollie was the love of his life, and he'd started putting together plans for a romantic beach proposal in August.

After graduating from BGM high school in 2017, Mollie went on to study psychology at the University of Iowa. The career path was an obvious match for Molli

Background

Christopher Ruess and Stella Knight were married on April 2, 1905. He was a Unitarian minister and she was a dancer and artist. Their first child, Waldo (named after Ralph Waldo Emerson), was born on September 5, 1909. A second son, Everett (named after the author and historian Edward Everett Hale), was born on March 28th, 1914, in Oakland, California.

Both Stella and Christopher had a deep love of books and of art, which they imparted to their children. They were avid diarists as well and encouraged both of their sons to not only keep a diary themselves, but to also copy out long passages from their respective diaries in letters home when they were separated from their parents.

In September 1918, the family moved to Brookline, Massachusetts, because Christopher had decided to take a job with the Chautauqua Industrial Art Desk Company. When Stella’s father became ill, she and Everett traveled across the country by train to Los Angeles to care for him. Along the way, they made several stops at memorable locations such as the Grand Canyon and the Yosemite Valley. Everett was nine at the time and began keeping his first diary during this trip. His earliest writings showed his growing fascination with nature and his love of traveling. As Everett grew a little older, he also developed a passion for writing poetry and painting. He was even able to sell some of his watercolor paintings from time to time.

Everett graduated from high school in 1931. Though his parents very much wanted him to attend college, Everett had other ideas. That same year, Everett went off on his first solo adventure, hiking and camping out in the wilderness, as well as keeping a detailed diary about his feelings and experiences, and writing frequent letters to his family. He also loved visiting Anasazi ruins and collecting artifacts from these sites. Thus began his pattern of hitchhiking, camping, and hiking for months at a time before briefly returning home, only to leave once again, starting the cycle anew. He met many people along the way during these solo trips, but a certain shyness and inherent desire for solitude kept him from forming connections with most of the people he encountered during his travels, a fact which he sometimes lamented in his diaries. He tried to support himself by selling paintings, but because he was rarely able to make a sale (and keep in mind that this was during the Great Depression), his expeditions were mostly financed by his parents.

The crime scene

Richard Clements was a 72-year-old double amputee living alone in his apartment on 13F, 1 Coin St in the suburbs of Etobicoke, Toronto. On Dec 3, 2008, his body was found at his apartment. He was lying on the ground over a large pool of blood. Beside him was his overturned wheelchair and a "non-functional" cellphone. Richard was pronounced dead at the scene.

A small amount of cash was missing. Some quarters and nickels were found scattered on the staircases of the apartment block, which seems to indicate a low-level robbery. There was no sign of forced entry. Richard's prosthetic limbs were found on his motorized scooter, which had been left in the hallway. A set of bloody footprint (later identified to be Nike Air Edge) led right out of Richard's apartment, went across the hall, down a flight of stairs to 12F and to the apartment directly underneath Richard's. However, the footprints never stepped inside the 12F apartment.

Post-mortem examinations determined Richard died of multiple stab wounds to the neck and chest. Toronto case files currently list his date of death as Dec 2, the day before his body was discovered. There were traces of blood across different floors of the entire apartment building. However, it was found out in 2021 (see below) that the DNA profile of the scattered blood did not match the DNA profile retrieved from the immediate crime scene. There is a possibility of more than one perpetrator.

The victim

Richard was described by his friend as someone who "had a heart bigger than his brain." Police described him as having a "blind trust in others." He often left his door unlocked for his neighbors, possibly explaining the lack of sign of forced entry. He had a habit of lending money to others. Before the amputation, Richard worked as a hairdresser for a short while, before operating his own copy shop. Richard was openly gay, and did a lot of free printing for LGBTQ-owned businesses. According to his friends, Richard operated the shop at a loss. Most of his employees were LGBTQ. He also volunteered at Casey House, the only stand-alone hospital for people with HIV/AIDS in Canada. In the mid-2000s, both his legs were amputated after a botched gallbladder removal surgery. He was forced to move out of his disability-unfriendly home and to 1 Coin St. By the time of his death, he had been living in the apartment for one and a half years. During this time, he "lived on a modest disability pension and volunteered."

Part I

Throughout the storied history of planet Earth, countless species in the animal kingdom have battled malicious viruses and bacterial strains; all with varying degrees of success. While these microscopic invaders wreaked havoc on the host’s embattled immune system, it did so without support or assistance from any other microscopic species. In essence, we were often able to overcome these internal attacks because they came from only one pathogen at-a-time.

We ‘knew’ they were primitive life forms; wholly incapable of complex mental function, or self-awareness. Any empirical evidence to the contrary would’ve suggested a significant level of sentience we weren’t willing to entertain. The human race was so fixated on its perceived ‘superiority’, that we refused to consider the possibility of species outside the animal kingdom being able to communicate with different life forms too. Our scientific community and religious leaders assured our fragile little egos that humanity is unique.

“Only we can communicate with each other in a meaningful way.”; They told us. We thought of these one-celled parasites attacking our bodies as unthinking, mindless ‘germs’ intellectually unaware of their own existence, or the greater world outside the body of their hosts. Those ‘facts’ made us feel important and special but they were recently proven very wrong.

In a surprising level of collaboration that went initially undetected, the viral and bacterial kingdoms started attacking their human hosts in a deliberate, calculated fashion. This highly unusual partnership was unlike anything we’d experienced before. Their tandem attacks meant that previously developed natural immunity or lab vaccines only had a minimal impact.

Deaths spiraled globally from what was previously curable conditions. This hidden disease alliance led the leading virologists astray because they were still targeting specific strains. Besides offering malicious pathogens safety in numbers and greater gene variety, their united front afforded them unparalleled resistance to what had been our most effective treatment options.

There was also the devastating effect of natural evolution as a bringer of beneficial adaption. In ‘comparing notes’ and sharing their inherent biological strengths via reproduction, it allowed the rise of super strains produced through organized cross-breeding. Even the ‘common cold’ mutated. It was able to weaponize itself tenfold against thousands of years of mammalian re

Or so we thought.

We got our hands on a book with all the rules in the world, and we burned it.

Corey Hodges, the de facto leader of our ragtag crew of small-time criminals, brought that book to our attention. He said it wasn’t exactly a grimoire, a book of magic spells, so much as it was a tome that students of the arcane believed to be magical.

Sandwiched between Latin were all the rules in the world in print so small and cramped that it was barely readable. It was so small, in fact, that you couldn’t be sure whether it was handwritten or block printed.

The book itself was incredibly heavy. And awkward. It took two people just to carry between them.

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let me rewind to before we laid eyes on it.

None of us should've believed in magic. We were too grounded in our next big score, be it pills or something a finger deadlier, to believe in that claptrap. Riggy, who was addicted to sex but only with hookers (he had standards, after all) had the Clap, but that was about the extent of things.

Corey claimed the tome would be auctioned off at some hole-and-corner meeting between strange, rich fuckers. How did a small-time nobody like him get wind of it? Well, it just so happened that Corey overheard something he shouldn’t have while vending Percocet. Drugs don’t see differences. They unite rich and poor, secret as well as open criminals.

A group of witches and warlocks or some shit had come to town. Fucking modern day Fausts who, we thought, may as well have been running about with their heads cut off. And I’m not talking about the kind that rests on the shoulders.

They were using our neck of the woods for the auction, probably because it’s off the radar. No one gives a shit out here. Police are too busy chasing their own tails.

Like jewel thieves planning a heist, or bank robbers deciding whether to target the money truck or the vault itself, our fucked-up selves got together in our usual roost where we did takes of piss-cheap whiskey and coke so impure that it mutated your DNA. We put together what some might call a plan, under the right conditions.

We even robbed a dollar store of some of its school supplies and got going with markers on poster board.

“This is where they come out,” Corey said. “We wait until the auction is over, and we let their need for secrecy do the work. Get ‘em in the alley there.”

“What if they don’t come out that way?” I said. I was always trying to check our leader. You might say I e

It will soon be 25 years since the murder of JonBenet Ramsey. In a shameless effort to promote our new podcast A NORMAL FAMILY: THE JONBENET RAMSEY CASE REVISITED, we have put together a list of false statements made by the Ramseys over the years.

In addition to the statements listed here, the Ramseys have said many things over the years which seem highly implausible, though are technically impossible to verify one way or the other, e.g. Patsy claiming not to recognize her own handwriting. I have not included those in this list, except when a credible eyewitness has testified that the statement is conclusively false.

>Interviewer: Was she hidden in any way? >John: (shaking his head) No. (01/01/1997)

Jonbenet’s body was hidden under a blanket in a pitch-dark storage room in the basement behind a latched door. Several police officers, John Ramsey, and a family friend, had all been in the basement that morning and none of them had noticed the body. She was hidden.

>John: “The [basement] window stands wide open” (The Other Side of Suffering, 2012)

In 1997 John said he had gone to the basement alone sometime on the morning of December 26th, found the window open, and closed it. He said the window was open “about an eighth of an inch” when he went down there. In 1998 he said it was open “an inch, maybe less” and “cracked and open a little bit”. In 2001 he called it a “partially opened window” and by 2012 he was saying it was “wide open”. John now consistently gives the public the impression there was a wide open window in the basement. u/cottonstarr has documented the history of John’s changing statements on the basement window.

>Interviewer: What were you wearing, Patsy [to the Whites' party on Christmas night], a red turtleneck and black… >Patsy: Velvet pants. And I have a Christmas sweater I was wearing. >Interviewer: And that was over the turtleneck? >Patsy: Yeah.

Photographs taken at the party by Fleet White revealed Patsy was not wearing a Christmas sweater, she was actually wearing a black and red checked jacket. Patsy had not handed that jacket over to police. When she final

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Two legs? Two arms? Two eyes? Only a single torso? How can you take something built so strangely, without quadruped perfection, serious in any way?

An easy question to ask.

If you've never seen a human fight. - Former Grand Most High Sma'akamo'o, from I Have Ridden the Hasslehoff

The house was somewhat lavish by modern standards. Six or seven years prior it would have been a lavish estate owned by a rich and powerful Overseers with Third Most High rank or better. It had two kitchens, a small set of suites for servants, two offices, four children's rooms, a large dining room, its own shelter, alcoves for security beings. The furniture was wood, brass, and polished iron. The paint and tile were selected with an eye for beauty rather than function. The smart windows were perfect clarity and placed in such a way that the beautiful yard could be seen.

It was the on-post housing of a Colonel or higher.

Before the Precursor Autonomous War Machines had come, before the Terrans had defended Telkan, before the fall of the Omni-Corps, the closest Brentili'ik would have come to a house like that one was to be brought in through the servant's entrance to scrub a toilet and a bathroom floor.

Now she sat in the secure office, two Telkan Intelligence agents on guard.

Not to mention her brother in law wearing the Ultion Knight armor he had worn after her husbands had been killed in his reality.

Her sisters, all of them the same sister, each from a different reality, sat on the couch across from her.

Her Interim Chief of Telkan Intelligence, Kreldan, sat in one of the chairs. The whiskers and fur on the left side of his muzzle were burned away, his skin glittered with quikheal gel, his eye was patched as the cybernetic eye synched up to his brain, and he had moved slowly and stiffly.

"Most of your staff was killed, Madame Director," he said softly. He leaned forward, winced slightly, and set a datacube on the edge of the holotank. "It was so fast. I thought I knew what it was like, thought my people were trained, but it was just so fast."

"Do we know at least what species they were?" Brentili'ik asked.

The male shook his head. "No. Inversion charges for the bodies, the armor was

In an earlier post to this sub, I asked those who believe that Darlie Routier is innocent to provide an alternative theory of the crime. Based on what I know of the case, I think that Darlie is guilty and her conviction just. But I know that others think differently and I am curious as to what they think happened and what evidence supports their account.

While several commenters asserted Darlie's innocence, and pointed to problems with the Prosecution's case, there were few attempts to provide an alternative account of the facts of the case. The closest was the rather vague suggestion that an unknown intruder atracked Darlie and her sons, per Darlie's own account of events. Call this the 'Unknown Intruder Theory' or UIT for short.

Since no-one was prepared to spell out UIT in any detail, I have attempted to flesh it out somewhat. I explore some angles of the theory and evaluate their respective plausibility. I find the most promising to be the 'opportunist rapist' angle. I remain unconvinced but am interested to know (1) how proponents of UIT would improve on my version and attempt to address some of the problems with this theory; (2) if there are other angles of UIT that I have not considered or that others find more promising; and (3) what other problems face UIT and how these might be addressed.

Robbery or Rape?

Proponents of UTI point to two possible motives that an intruder might have had. The first is financial, making the murders a robbery gone wrong. Now, it seems likely that an intruder would have known, or at least suspected, that the house was occupied before entering, making carrying out a robbery a risky prospect. If the intruder was aware that Darlie was asleep downstairs (an important 'if' that will come up again), the risk of detection would be further increased.

For the 'robbery gone wrong' angle to make sense, it must be assumed that the intruder was unaware of Darlie and the boy's presence downstairs upon entering the house and launched the attack only after noticing them. This being the case, it is odd that, on encountering a sleeping Darlie and sons, the would-be robber did not simply flee at that point.

There is nothing in Darlie's story to indicate that the intruder was surprised and reacted violently. Darlie claims to have slept through the attacks on the boys and Darrin was not awoken until after the attack on Darlie, suggesting that, if her story is true, all three were attacked as they slept, which is odd behavior if

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

On December 2nd, 1988, 19-year-old Cathy Sue Swartz went about her morning routine as usual at her Three Rivers, Michigan townhouse. The evening prior, Cathy’s boyfriend had stayed the night with her and her 9-month-old daughter, Courtney. They had spent the evening decorating the Christmas tree, putting up decorations, and wrapping presents for Courtney’s first Christmas. Around 5am, Cathy bid farewell to her boyfriend as he left for work, telling him she planned to spend the day catching up on laundry.

Around 3:30pm, Cathy’s boyfriend returned to her two-story Riverside Townhouse located on Lockport Drive, only to discover the apartment's red front door was slightly ajar. Alarmed, he entered Cathy’s apartment where he was met with a nightmarish scene. Blood was splattered throughout the entire first floor of the apartment and led up the stairs to where Cathy and Courtney’s bedroom were located on the second floor.

Cathy’s boyfriend ran upstairs where he found Cathy on her bedroom floor, partially clad, beaten, strangled, and riddled with stab wounds. After finding Cathy, he ran to Courtney’s room, where he found her unharmed, wearing a clean diaper, and playing quietly in her crib. He immediately summoned police.

When officers arrived on scene, they were quoted as saying, ”Any adjective that you could think of as far as describing a brutal, violent scene was there.”

It was determined that the attack on Cathy had started in the kitchen area of her townhouse. It is believed a struggle ensued, and Cathy was stabbed. She then made her way to the foyer, the entryway near the front door, before running upstairs and down the hallway to her bedroom. There, it is believed Cathy’s attacker sexually assaulted, strangled, and beat her, before stabbing her more than a dozen times, and slitting her throat. Her ultimate cause of death was listed as severe blood loss. (See sources for apartment floor plans.)

Investigators found nothing missing from Cathy’s home, and discovered no signs of forced entry. Cathy was found partially nude, however was still in her pajama’s leading detectives to believe she was attacked in the early afternoon.

It was learned that while a good amount of blood found at the scene belonged to Cathy, some of it was not hers. Investigators believe during the struggle, Cathy’s attacker was injured. Aside from leaving behind a good amount of blood and a near perfect bloody fingerprint, Cathy’s murderer also left behind some other bizarre c

Narrated Abu Huraira:

The Prophet (ﷺ) said, "Allah created Adam, making him 60 cubits tall. When He created him, He said to him, "Go and greet that group of angels, and listen to their reply, for it will be your greeting (salutation) and the greeting (salutations of your offspring." So, Adam said (to the angels), As-Salamu Alaikum (i.e. Peace be upon you). The angels said, "As-salamu Alaika wa Rahmatu-l-lahi" (i.e. Peace and Allah's Mercy be upon you). Thus the angels added to Adam's salutation the expression, 'Wa Rahmatu-l-lahi,' Any person who will enter Paradise will resemble Adam (in appearance and figure). People have been decreasing in stature since Adam's creation.

‏"‏‏.‏Reference : Sahih al-Bukhari 3326In-book reference : Book 60, Hadith 1USC-MSA web (English) reference : Vol. 4, Book 55, Hadith 543 (deprecated numbering scheme)

Yesterday an archeological study came out showing that fossilized ancient human footprints had been discovered in New Mexico's White Sands National Park. They were first found back in 2009, and after over a decade of meticulous research and documentation, they were shown to date to 23,000 years ago, much older than we'd known humans to be present in that part of America.

The peopling of the Americas has been a hot topic in archeology for decades, and [spoiler alert] it has absolutely nothing to do with the Book of Mormon or ancient Hebrews. So with this groundbreaking find, naturally there were a lot of stories in mainstream news outlets. I read the fascinating New York Times article about it and shared it with my nuanced believing wife, and we talked about how amazing it was that they were discovered and we have the technology to date them, and imagined what the people and their lives were like. I don't understand how she reconciles these things, but she enjoys the church community and is a practicing scientist herself, so I leave her to it.

Later I overheard her telling her boomer mother about it and the discussion was both amusingly and tragically different. Her mother also accepts science as far as she can understand it, so it's not that she was calling BS on the study. But she immediately tried to fit it into a timeline that has no bearing on reality. "I can't even fathom 23,000 years...that's long before even the Jaredites..." [thinking some more] "...and the Bible genealogy even from Adam is only a few thousand years...does that mean there were people before Adam?" I couldn't hear how my wife responded, maybe I will ask later.

It just made me realize how hard it must be to have a literal scriptural worldview and have it be challenged not even just by other religious or overtly anti-religious people, but by just the daily facts of living in a modern society with more and more scientific discoveries. And how sad that she had to view it through a Mormon lens rather than just awe and wonder over our ancient ancestors. As the old saying goes, truth is anti-Mormon.

In 1994 a woman was brutally murdered, and two men were accused and sentenced to life sentences later that year. Normal stuff, right? WRONG. So frickin’ wrong. Recent evidence from an escaped convict about a potential corrupt (and guilty) detective is causing the whole thing to be revisited in the courts!

Let’s bundle up for a Buffalo winter and head to New York.

The Murdah

In mid-February, 1993, a woman was murdered at 84 Franklin Street in Buffalo, New York. Most of the details from the crime come from the initial catalogue of evidence, via video, by a veteran police officer named David Bentley who “had a reputation for closing cases.”

(Keep his name in mind. He’s actually a brand new suspect in the case as of this year…but more on that later.)

The camera, with his voice over, panned the home as he entered. There was blood spatter on the floor. Things were knocked off of shelves and cabinets. A trail of blood led to the kitchen which was also a mess of overturned furniture.

A five-inch steak knife with a bloody handle was jammed inside the kitchen drawer. Blood was also found on a dog toy, a recipe book, and somehow…in a gravy boat.

Deborah Meindls, a nursing student and mother of two children, lay lifeless on the ground. She was stabbed to death. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and one of her husband’s ties was around her neck.

It was quickly deemed a homicide.

The original investigation, suspects, and arrest

This case’s path twists and turns a lot, so I’m going to outline the first set of inconclusive evidence and then go into the two main suspects (one of whom was eventually arrested with an accomplice).

Mind you, I’m not diving into the newest suspect, Officer Bentley, just yet. He comes later. (I see you salivating for that Bentley info, dear reader. Just sit tight, it’ll come!!)

Initial evidence:

A postal worker heard someone inside the house that day of the murder when they delivered the mail. They also noted that the dog who usually barks at the postal worker, was eerily silent

Footprints in the snow led to the back of the house where a small rectangular cut was noticed in the rear window, about 6 feet off the ground. Investigators determined later that the hole was cut from…the inside?

Some of these footprints were left by Lori Rank, the first officer at the scene who also happened to be Officer Bentley’s daughter…(damn it, I said LATER for the Bentley stuff!)

Investigators determined that the crime was “

Part 1

Part 2

Spending the day at a farm house right outside of Winnipeg would've sounded just okay to me on any regular day. But I was in a future timeline, there was a secret lab in the basement, and some secret agents were around… so it was interesting. However, a bunch of weird creatures were roaming around all over the place, so it's also scary.

I was glad there at least weren't very many huge creatures around the property of the farm house. It was only the Quads in terms of huge creatures. In terms of small creatures, however... There's a couple. There are these things called Sand Rovers. They mostly hang out under sand or gravel. You can't touch them with your hand or else they fuse themselves into it. You could kick them without any repercussions though. I watched them out the window all day. They tried to move around under the gravel. It was weirdly oddly satisfying to some extent. Arilyn told me Agent Edwards and Agent Daniels liked to kick them. Not to death though, since there was a theory going around that since Nnotz is inside the minds of billions of people, he may be allowing telepathic sympathy between humans and his own creatures. Killing these creatures would therefore get you in trouble with all the Mex Kala Cults in your area… so the theory goes.

In the afternoon, Arilyn brought me downstairs to the basement to give me some questions, as part of her experiment. All I hoped was that this experiment stayed within ethical lines the entire way through.

"Do you feel different in any way after traveling to 2071, back to 2022, then back to 2071?"

"No. Physically, I feel the same as usual. I felt the same as usual during those trips."

"Do you have any fears related to time jumping?"

"No, but there's the idea that I could be turned to mush or incinerated during a time jump."

"Does being in 2071 mean anything for synesthesia - the overlapping of two ideas in the brain?"

"No, I can't feel the vibe of April 2071 or 2071 at all. Maybe it'll take a couple more days."

"Do you have any questions for yourself?"

"What happens that makes time travel work? Ethically you have to answer this."

"We don't have a full grasp yet due to the theory we may actually be jumping to alternate realities rather than traveling through time. Of cours

Name: Katherine Rebecca Kane

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 141 lbs

Background

"Kate Kane survived a brutal kidnapping by terrorists that left her mother dead and her twin sister lost. Following in her father's footsteps, she vowed to serve her country and attended West Point until she was expelled under 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'" -- intro to the New 52 series

After her expulsion, Kate was inspired to fight crime by an encounter with Batman. She wears the Bat to honor his inspiration but operates independently of him.

Kate is also first cousins with both Bette Kane (AKA Flamebird/Hawkfire) and Bruce Wayne.

Note: Batwoman did not receive a full reboot with the New 52, leaving Detective Comics #854-863 and parts of 52 still canon despite taking place in the pre-Flashpoint era.

Additionally, Dark Nights: Death Metal restored everything in DCU history, even if contradictory. This will be assumed for this RT; thus, some examples are included that were technically not canon to the Prime Earth (New 52/Rebirth) era prior to this reveal. Such examples will be marked with a † here and/or in the image caption.

All sections are ordered approximately by in-universe chronology, not publication order. Brief context will be given when necessary, either here or in image captions. Some pages have been slightly edited to improve conciseness and/or readability.

New or updated entries are in bold.

Sources in hover text:

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Batman (2016) = BM

Batman Eternal = BE

Batman: Gotham Nights (2020) = GN

Batman Incorporated = BI

Batman and Robin (2009) = BR

Batman & Robin Eternal = BRE

Batman/Superman (2019) = B/S

Batman: Urban Legends = BUL

Batgirl (2011) = BG

Batgirl (2016) = BG2

Batwoman #0: Beyond a Shadow = BAS

Batwoman (2011) = BW

Batwoman (2017) = BW2

Batwoman: Rebirth = BWR

Birds of Prey (2011) = BOP

Black Mask: Year of the Villain = BMYotV

Crime Bible: Five Lessons of Blood = CB

DC Pride = DCP

Detective Comics = DC

Final Crisis: Revelations = FCR

Justice League: Cry for Justice = CFJ

Mother Panic = MP

Nightwing (2016) = NW

The Question = TQ

Ragman (2017) = RM

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) = RHatO

Robin Rises: Alpha = RRA

Secret Origins = SO

Titans Special = TS

Wonder Woman (2016) = WW

Training

• Between 2-3 years of special operations training in addition to instruction from West Point; [

>Among the PGP I often see this: They may have not been directly involved in the murder but they know more than they're saying or were somehow involved. They were there that night."

>I have to ask: if this were true, why would they not at least have cleaned the bathroom? If Amanda were bleeding, surely she'd have known it and that some of that blood in the sink, etc could be hers. They'd have known if the bloody footprint on the bath mat were RS's. Cleaning the bathroom thoroughly with a cleaning product would have removed blood traces possibly of Knox. Amanda could have claimed she cleaned the bathroom the day before if the police were suspicious about it being clean. It just doesn't make any logical sense to have left that obvious blood and rug if they had been involved. It makes even less sense for them to have pointed it out to the police. None.

Stuff like this bemuses me intensely, its not a matter of interpretation, but just ignoring basic facts.

1. The bathroom was obviously cleaned. This "the crime scene wasn't left perfectly cleansed" silliness is also referenced here a lot. The very idea that two first time murderers would be expected to perfectly clean a crime scene over night to leave no traces is rather comical. No this isn't the same as not leaving DNA, or there being DNA cleaning

2. Knox did know that blood in the sink was hers, that's precisely why she references it in her own email. This whole point is therefore is just a straight up denial of realty.

I just find it interesting that in order for bigfoot to be fake every:

1.Every cast every has to be a fake.

2.Every picture has to be fake.

3.Every video has to be fake.

4.Every eyewitness must be lying or a case of misidentification.

5.Every culture around the world that has a bigfoot like creature in there history must be lying or a case or misidentification over hundreds of years.

6. Every audio recording must be a case of misidentification.

I don't know what to think about this over the years I've listened to what seems like hundreds of stories from eyewitness that seem pretty credible for all walks off life.

I don't know what to make of this because bigfoot is still classified as cryptid.

Let's talk probability.

Do your worst!

In 1994 a woman was brutally murdered, and two men were accused and sentenced to life sentences later that year. Normal stuff, right? WRONG. So frickin’ wrong. Recent evidence from an escaped convict about a potential corrupt (and guilty) detective is causing the whole thing to be revisited in the courts!

Let’s bundle up for a Buffalo winter and head to New York.

The Murdah

In mid-February, 1993, a woman was murdered at 84 Franklin Street in Buffalo, New York. Most of the details from the crime come from the initial catalogue of evidence, via video, by a veteran police officer named David Bentley who “had a reputation for closing cases.”

(Keep his name in mind. He’s actually a brand new suspect in the case as of this year…but more on that later.)

The camera, with his voice over, panned the home as he entered. There was blood spatter on the floor. Things were knocked off of shelves and cabinets. A trail of blood led to the kitchen which was also a mess of overturned furniture.

A five-inch steak knife with a bloody handle was jammed inside the kitchen drawer. Blood was also found on a dog toy, a recipe book, and somehow…in a gravy boat.

Deborah Meindls, a nursing student and mother of two children, lay lifeless on the ground. She was stabbed to death. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and one of her husband’s ties was around her neck.

It was quickly deemed a homicide.

The original investigation, suspects, and arrest

This case’s path twists and turns a lot, so I’m going to outline the first set of inconclusive evidence and then go into the two main suspects (one of whom was eventually arrested with an accomplice).

Mind you, I’m not diving into the newest suspect, Officer Bentley, just yet. He comes later. (I see you salivating for that Bentley info, dear reader. Just sit tight, it’ll come!!)

Initial evidence:

A postal worker heard someone inside the house that day of the murder when they delivered the mail. They also noted that the dog who usually barks at the postal worker, was eerily silent

Footprints in the snow led to the back of the house where a small rectangular cut was noticed in the rear window, about 6 feet off the ground. Investigators determined later that the hole was cut from…the inside?

Some of these footprints were left by Lori Rank, the first officer at the scene who also happened to be Officer Bentley’s daughter…(damn it, I said LATER for the Bentley stuff!)

Investigators determined that the crime was “

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

Mystery Mob!

In 1994 a woman was brutally murdered, and two men were accused and sentenced to life sentences later that year. Normal stuff, right? WRONG. So frickin’ wrong. Recent evidence from an escaped convict about a potential corrupt (and guilty) detective is causing the whole thing to be revisited in the courts!

Let’s bundle up for a Buffalo winter and head to New York.

The Murdah

In mid-February, 1993, a woman was murdered at 84 Franklin Street in Buffalo, New York. Most of the details from the crime come from the initial catalogue of evidence, via video, by a veteran police officer named David Bentley who “had a reputation for closing cases.”

(Keep his name in mind. He’s actually a brand new suspect in the case as of this year…but more on that later.)

The camera, with his voice over, panned the home as he entered. There was blood spatter on the floor. Things were knocked off of shelves and cabinets. A trail of blood led to the kitchen which was also a mess of overturned furniture.

A five-inch steak knife with a bloody handle was jammed inside the kitchen drawer. Blood was also found on a dog toy, a recipe book, and somehow…in a gravy boat.

Deborah Meindls, a nursing student and mother of two children, lay lifeless on the ground. She was stabbed to death. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and one of her husband’s ties was around her neck.

It was quickly deemed a homicide.

The original investigation, suspects, and arrest

This case’s path twists and turns a lot, so I’m going to outline the first set of inconclusive evidence and then go into the two main suspects (one of whom was eventually arrested with an accomplice).

Mind you, I’m not diving into the newest suspect, Officer Bentley, just yet. He comes later. (I see you salivating for that Bentley info, dear reader. Just sit tight, it’ll come!!)

Initial evidence:

A postal worker heard someone inside the house that day of the murder when they delivered the mail. They also noted that the dog who usually barks at the postal worker, was eerily silent

Footprints in the snow led to the back of the house where a small rectangular cut was noticed in the rear window, about 6 feet off the ground. Investigators determined later that the hole was cut from…the inside?

Some of these footprints were left by Lori Rank, the first officer at the scene who also happened to be Officer Bentley’s daughter…(damn it, I said LATER for the Bentley stuff!)

Investigators determined that t