Gotham City. Building top.

This city has forgotten.

Gust of wind. Snap of cape.

The villains, the heroes, the civilians, and everyone in between. They have all forgotten.

Leap. Silhouette. Black shadow on black sky.

They've all forgotten that crime, that heroism, that acts are nothing; that purpose, that an idea, has more power than all the guns, all the high-tech suits in the world.

Lightning. Illuminating a dark form. Form that has never struck fear into criminals or enforcers.

They've forgotten how Rahz Al Ghul was nearly able to destroy this city through its own fear. How the Joker, with just a few words and a few bullets, was able to turn Gotham into a sinking ship, and each person a screaming rat. How the Batman, with his fists and his wit, became a terrible monster, able to send the mob bosses cowering into the daylight.

Gotham's newest mask feels first drops of rain.

They have all forgotten what fear means.

Sniff. Disgusted grimace.

I will make them remember.

Turn. Swish of cape.

"Never to forget"

Flash of lightning.

Nothing.