The air is so cold that any small puddle of water anywhere is turned to ice.The sky rumbles overhead as rain keeps pouring down upon us from the heavens.Sometimes I feel it's mother nature's humble attempt at cleansing this city of it's dirt and grime that has settled over it over the years.But even heavenly showers can't wash away what the man garbed in a bat costume in front of me still sees whenever he walks upon the same pavement which had once been drenched with his parents' blood. Similarly,I see the red spots of my own mothers spilled blood over the front marble steps of Gotham Hospital. The mother I didn't get the chance to know because of a gun brutally shot at her...
Thunder booms overhead as I look up skywards, the raindrops gently touch my exposed cheeks and trickle downwards onto my costume. Suddenly the Batsignal across the bruised Gotham sky, as bold and impossible to miss as ever, beckoning us...
Instantly, Batman shoots a line to the adjacent building and I follow suit.As the wind picks up I wonder briefly what nutcase is it this time that intends on causing havoc. We land soundlessly on the rooftop of the GCPD building,where Commisioner Gordon stands, at the far end, gazing down upon the city, smoking a pipe, deep in thought.