A Shadow Is Coming for Gotham
I am a shadow of a once great and powerful Dark Knight. I am old now and tired. But I still have some fight left in me. Gotham is haunted, it always has been. Fear is an enemy without a face, it is like a virus with no cure. They are lying to you. They lied to me a long time ago but there was nothing I could do about it. As the villians out number the heroes I live in terror knowing that my death is only so far away. There are too many riddles, too many jokes, too many murderers and there is nothing I can do about it anymore. I have nothing but my own will and a what's left of this body. I want to fight back but I'm too weak. She said it herself, "You're weak old man." And she was right I am. Now all I can do is walk a fine line between being a creature of terror or hide in the shadows and let all come to pass without me so much as lifting a finger. While all this goes on I am trapped. There isn't much left to say. Gotham will revolt. The people will ...