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Gotham's broken hero
She had been one of the few reporters that had been allowed to enter the new and still lightly burning crime scene. Working for the Gotham Globe with one of the world best reporters would do that difference. She knew that had she stayed at the Daily Planet she would never have gotten that chance that she was getting here.
Tony, her older co-worker and her current mentor, was speaking with Gotham's new Commissioner, who happened to be the dead-believed former detective Gordon. He was taking notes as Gordon gave a very brief statement and therefore paid no attention to what Chloe was doing.
She was sure that Gordon had only little to say to them, so she left him and Tony and started to go toward the still burning ruins of the once vacant industry building. She heals clicked, her shoes were making crunching sounds with every step and she could practically feel the now pebbles of what used to be strong walls under her feet.
So much destruction. It was unbelievable what one madman could do, just for some entertainment. She wasn't sure if all this was part of a bigger plan, or just pointless destruction. Who knew?
Even though Chloe had moved to Gotham only a few days ago, she knew all the happenings that one masked and make-upped madman, who called himself the Joker, was doing to the city and its citizens. She too had watched the videos that he had aired on TV showing the disturbing images of his first appearance, his first TV murder and his announcement of a hospital blow up.
She stopped when she saw Gotham's Batman stand over a pile of ash, broken bricks and iron parapet. She had until now never seen Batman before. She had heard a lot of him, mostly rumours. But all the things she did hear had composed a picture of a fierce and horrifying masked vigilante who showed little mercy to those that did wrong, and who didn't count the fallen alliances. A lone wolf through and through. The unfeeling batman.
But the man that stood there before her was not what she had him imagined to be. There in front of her stood a broken man, who mourned the death of a D.A. Even if she couldn't see his face behind the mask, she could almost feel the agony that was radiating off of him. He had failed. He had been too late. Batman who was supposed to save people from bad men had failed to save a woman who had worked with him, for him, and for the same cause. To make Gotham into something safer.
Who saves the saviours? It got too much for Chloe, so she turned around and retreated to where Tony was still arguing with the now-Commissioner to give him more details.
She didn't turn back, and look at the masked man behind her. Because she knew that if she did, she would see Gotham's broken hero, and that would dim her hope that someone could take down the madman that was currently wrecking havoc over a corrupted city that had long ago been doomed and fallen to the mob and gangsters.