A Slow Rain

Gotham, 14th of November, 23.00pm:

The pounding rain encompassed Gotham. The streets were a grey malaise of activity and intrigue. High above on the Gotham skyline of destitute skyscrapers and derelict spires, the cities would be protector, its spirit of vengeance, stooped wearily over one of many long forgotten gargoyles, eyeing the city street below. The rain began to flow down his face, dripping onto the dull concrete paving slabs. It was then he noticed what he came for, a lowly, somewhat scruffy looking man shufflingly hastily down the water stained city street with a tatty leather briefcase grasped tightly in his hand. Batman seized the chance and pounced from the gargoyle, his cape fluttering in the winter breeze, and glided to the street below. His dark metallic boots slammed into the overflowing sewage that festered on the pavement, as he glared menacingly at the decrepit figure he had seen from above. His target, now terrified, slowly looked around in agonising horror, as if desperately looking for help, but it was to no avail as within seconds the man had collapsed to the floor with a look of unspeakable horror on his face. A small trickle of white foam oozed from his mouth, spreading across the pavement, mixing in with the murky grime filled pools that had accumulated on many of the streets in the city, as it often did during such intensive rain. Batman rushed forward, wildly plunging his way through the concerned bystanders who had gathered after the man had fallen, attempting to avoid a major catastrophe and to prevent them from opening the briefcase. He had just reached the inner ring of the crowd as the case slowly opened and to his horror a murderous cackle escaped from within it…