"Gotham City... I wouldn't want to live there." – Frank Miller
I now know that you can spend your whole life learning Gotham from deep inside and still know nothing about it at all. Every night I put on the rubber cape and cowl, which fits so firm around my bruised-muscular body, and I patrol these evil streets. If you personally asked me why I love this city, you would not receive an honest answer. This nighttime Metropolis has brought me nothing but a broken back, death in the family and a closet full of psychotic skeletons, basically a long Halloween. I have seen Gotham's true face. Her streets are expanded gutters and the gutters are full of blood, and when her drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. I take a long look out of the study room's window and let out a everlasting sigh of disappointment. Suddenly, I feel the familiar rush of thrill and justice tingle through the bones underneath my Prada lounge suit. The bright yellow bat, projected from the rooftop of the GCPD rooftop, shines high into the Gotham skyline. A cry for help. Gordon's calling, and when he calls this late at night, I know it cant be good. I limp down to the cave, my back still aching from the monstrous blow I took from Bane the previous night. I put on the iconic suit, hop in the car and speed away, no policeman is going to give the bat-mobile a ticket. The car zooms, with a loud roar, though the dark-evil streets of the city I love so much. Prostitutes, tweakers and criminals flee into the mysterious alleys as I approach the Bowery, one of the lower income parts of town. I arrive at the Gothic styled Police Department and lunge myself onto the rooftop. Gordon is standing next to the metallic bat-light, shivering in the cold air and lighting a fresh cigarette with the stinger of his last. I haven't seen him smoke this much since Sarah left with the kids to Star City. Gordon lays the news on me. The Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker, has escaped from Arkham Asylum and is running loose though this twisted city. I'm in shock. I haven't seen that lunatic since he layed a bullet in the spine of Bat-Girl. Speaking of Barbara, I need to contact Oracle about those DNA samples from last weeks crime scene. I jump into bat-mobile and speed deep into the city. I clench my jaw tight, the metallic taste of my own blood fills my mouth, i need to stop getting into fights with thugs. It's time to take a visit to the House of Mystery, Arkham Asylum. I will find the Joker, and I will send him back to that looney pin they call a mental institute. There is no room in my beloved city for another man running around in a Halloween costume. That is my job and I'm not retiring anytime soon. Gotham is my only real friend. I know everything about her and she knows everything about me. I will not let any more monsters pollute this city with lies, death and evil.
"It's the kind of town that whispers "baby" while it's picking your pockets, that promises the world and delivers the gutter, and puts out your lights with a kiss, or a bullet, then forgets your name before dawn."