Time is a tricky thing. A fickle thing. Time can build or decay, change things or allow them to stay the same. Decades have gone by and the great pyramids still stand tall. Countless years have passed but still in the heart of humans there is evil, hatred, and bitterness. Time can be one's greatest ally or a terrible enemy.
In the case of Bruce Wayne, time had been his greatest foe. The eight years that had passed since the death of Harvey Dent had deteriorated the great, strong man he once had been. No longer did he see the light of day aside from what streaked in through the windows of his mansion. No longer did he desire to live the life he once did. He was a man, broken and shriveled by time.
On the other-hand, the grand city of Gotham had thrived during this time. No more crime littered the once dangerous streets, no more fear plagued the mind of Gotham's inhabitants. Most would say they were in a time of peace. Some, the brave, would venture to say that this was simply an illusion; that nothing can last for ever.
It seemed that they were right, because time can also give rise to horrendous evil. Deep beneath Gotham there stirred the beginnings of a terrible threat. The next villain that would reign over the city was thriving in a dark underground network. An evil would come to light soon and the peaceful Gotham was not ready for it.
Years had passed since their masked vigilante, or as most people have taken to calling him a terror, the Batman had been seen. He was gone, just as Bruce was. The spotlight that had once lit up the sky with the symbol of a hero was now smashed, destroyed, as were the moral and hopes of police Commissioner Gordon. The Dark Knight it seemed, was needed no more; or so they thought.
It had been eight years since Finley Wayne had stepped foot into the city she had once called home. Eight years since she had roamed those dangerous streets saving the innocent people that dwelled there. It had been eight long years since she, like Bruce, had been broken. For Finley, time had changed her; for good or for better was still unknown.
What was known however, is that she picked one hell of a time to go home.