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 rise against its greatest city and it will be horrifying to watch. 

I wanted to be there for you but I don't think I have much strength left.

I'm too tired.

Too weak.

And so I have to just rest. 

Because if I don't recover we are all going to die.

In The Shadow of A Dark Knight

I write you humbly from a sacred place.