Hey guys, I'm back!
I know, I really shouldn't be making new fanfics. I should be focusing on the ones I've already got. However, with the creation of the TellTale Batman series, I downed Batman comics and got the inspiration going again!
Trust me, this is not a TellTale fanfic, but incorporating world of Batman into something (I hope) truly epic!
So enjoy the teaser and tell me what you think!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BATMAN! IF I DID, I WOULD NOT STOP AT JUST BATMAN.
There are hundreds of deadly places to live in the world, most of which aren't deadly because of the natural landscape, or the weather, or the animals that claim territorial places in it. The really dangerous spots on Earth are deadly because of one mammal species that just can't get along: Man.
These deadly spots are narrowed down and focused on the spots where a government actively presides over them, establishing known laws to stop the killings and make some illusion of order.
That never works out too well. It's human nature to want something, and if we want something we can't have, we take it nonetheless. That is called crime, kiddies.
Now, lots of places in the world has crime, but no place in the entire world beats crime than Gotham.
Gotham, the record winning worst city in America to date. 20 years running, and we're going for 21. Gotham took crime and refined it into an abominable work of art. The crime rate is higher than the total population. Organized, trafficking, psychopathic, it's got it all.
Real question is: if Gotham is so bad, why in the world would anybody want to stay in it?
For some, we physically can't leave. Too much up in debt with bills and…..other people. But for the rest, it's like a figurative feeling. Like Gotham is as much a part of us as we are a part of it- it'd be like cutting off your own arm.
Except your arm constantly keeps punching you in the face. We may love Gotham, but the feeling is definitely not mutual.
The Gotham atmosphere is a master at turning good people into monsters, corrupting us one day at a time, one compromise at a time, until you're left standing at the edge of the abyss and it feels you've got no choice but to jump.
Stuff like that happens to everyone, eventually, but not me. I was one of the few, extremely unlucky types.
It wasn't a slow process. It wasn't for the necessary evil. It wasn't a compromising choice. It wasn't even a choice.
It was just one bad day.